“Okay!” Breeze looked back out toward Anjou, “Why Anjou though?”
“Because,” Cicada rolled her eyes. She steered the boat closer to shore, “We’re more likely to find people that are willing to leave with us there.”
“Like those two boys on the coast?” Breeze pointed to the shore. Along the coast were two boys, one pale skin and the other dark. The pair were running away from the Inquisitors.
“Exactly like them!” Cicada spun the wheel. She ran down to the deck, “Breeze, man the helm I’ll get them aboard.”
“Is there a reason that you don’t want to sleep, Morrigan?” Lucian asked softly, frowning softly.
Cicada ran down and grabbed a rope once they were close enough to the boys she threw the rope over, “Climb up. We’ll help you!”
The dark skin boy looked sceptical however the pale boy almost immediately grabbed the rope and began climbing. The dark skin boy soon followed suit. They made it to the deck out of breath.
“Get us out of here Breeze!” Cicada yelled pulling the rope up.
“Got it Captain!” Breeze shouted back she spun the wheel away from the shore.
“Is there a reason that you don’t want to sleep, Morrigan?” Lucian asked softly, frowning softly.
“I only sleep every theee or four days. I don’t—— it’s the only way to avoid the nightmares.”
“Seriously? Morrigan, that’s very unhealthy for your mental health. That may be adding to the causes of your hallucinations,” Lucian said, rubbing at his jaw as he considered it.
“Lucian, I’d rather keep the nightmares in one part of the day. It’s either the day or the. night, I’m not doing both.” Her tone was stiff.
When they got away Cicada helped both boys to their feet, “I’m Captain Cicada of the Everflame and you two are?”
The pale skin, 10 year old, responded, “I’m River and this James.”
“Well River,” She turned to turned to the dark skinned 11 year old, “James. Welcome to the crew of the Everflame!”
Lucian exhaled slowly and nodded, seeing as how she seemed stubborn, and he didn’t want to argue. “Alright, I can’t force you.” But a little voice suggested that he dose her with something to knock her out, but he clenched his jaw, telling himself that it wouldn’t be right.
“Are you guys sailors?” James asked her, “Because aren’t you a little young.”
“No silly,” Breeze jumped down from the helm, “We’re pirates!”
“Pirates,” James looked even more sceptical now, “You two little girls are pirates.”
“Yes,” Cicada spoke before Breeze could say anything, “And if you have a problem with that you’ll be swimming with the sharks.”
Lucian exhaled slowly and nodded, seeing as how she seemed stubborn, and he didn’t want to argue. “Alright, I can’t force you.” But a little voice suggested that he dose her with something to knock her out, but he clenched his jaw, telling himself that it wouldn’t be right.
“Thank you.” , she told him tightly, breaths forced as if she would rather stop breathing altogether.
Lucian ran his hand gently up and down her arm. “Mhm. Just try and calm down, everything is okay..”
“We’ll join your crew,” River spoke up.
“River!” James shouted at him, “I don’t know the first thing about being a pirate!”
“Well then your lucky I’m from Trieste,” River looked back at Cicada, “I can be your gunner.”
“What’s a gunner?” Cicada asked him.
“But Ace is dead. That’s another person I care about dead.”, she choked out, willing herself not to cry.
“I know, and I’m sorry..” Lucian soothed. He had no idea how to help. When he joined the crew, Ace had already left and been presumed dead. He never knew the boy personally, just heard about him. How was he supposed to help?
She wiped any tears that tried to spill over away, almost angrily, as if she couldn’t believe she had the nerve to cry. “He— yeah. He was like a big brother.”
Lucian gently hugged Morrigan, doing his best not to hurt her from the injury in her chest/stomach area. “I know, he seemed to mean a lot to the crew..”
Morrigan could only nod as tear after tear leaked out from her eyes, no longer turbulent and strong.
Lucian held her close to him, exhaling slowly. “It’s okay, you can let it all out..”
Morrigan has never felt safer, tucked away in Lucian’s arms. She gripped his shoulder with her functioning arm, silent tears pouring down her cheek.
Lucian rested his chin on the top of Morrigan’s head, rubbing her back gently.
Morrigan hated herself for being so weak, hated herself for not being able to save Ace, hated herself for making so much work for Lucian. She pulled away, clearing her through and wiping her red-rimmed eyes. “Sorry for giving you so much work. I shouldn’t have listened to the sirens.”
“Morrigan, you shouldn’t be sorry. It’s my job to help out, and I love my job. And I’ve heard that it’s almost impossible to resist the sirens, I don’t blame you,” Lucian said, holding her hands instead, now.
(I gtg)
“But part of it wasn’t the sirens beckoning. Part of it was me, wanting to jump.” She averted her eyes.
(Anyone on? Stupid Application Error is up again)
(Hi! I'm still unconscious.)
(How are my dream sequences?)
(They look great, and this site is acting up for me too.)
Lucian frowned softly. “Don’t ever try to do anything like that again. Ever,” He said, trying to sound serious.
