“It’s my job. Now surrender,” He raised a gun to her, “Unless your going to be a good captain and go down with your crew.”
“Your a member of my crew,” Cicada continued to hold James’s body. She kissed his forehead, “And as long as you live so will I.”
(hm…nothing terrible has happened to Ryan yet I might change that when they get to Anjou)
Ryan walked onto the deck, his stomach immediately punishing him for doing so. Ugh…just don't look at the water and you'll be fine… He stood towards the middle of the deck as he watched his home get closer and closer, not wanting to go to the edge in fear of falling into the water.
Wat no don’t hurt him!)
Joanna smiled. "Maybe we could pick that up again sometime."
“That’s be nice.”
She felt a sharp pain from her gut that began from her back. Brecken had backstabbed her, her eyes fluttered and-
Cicada jolted awake her breathing uneven.
Joanna nodded. "Alrighty then. Maybe we could shoot for next friday."
Morrigan began to answer, but then her eye caught a store front, with an all-too familiar sign saying ‘The Artillery’. She froze, memories rushing back.
Cicada evened out her breathing, she saw Morrigan and Joanna talking. She walked over and greeted them, "What's going?"
Morrigan had tensed again. "Morrigan? You okay?" She turned as Cicada walked up. "We've arrived at Anjou."
"That's great," she looked at Morrigan, "Something wrong with her?"
Morrigan nodded, her eyes glued to the storefront and the weapons on display in the window.
Joanna tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, what is it?"
Well…here we are. Home sweet home. Ryan walked to the edge of the boat, a few feet away from the group talking to Morrigan. It looked very different since the last time he had been. Anjou had always had more modern looking buildings, but now the slick design felt strange compared to the brick and stone buildings of Sole.
Morrigan wrenched her gaze away from the store, clearing her throat. “Nothing.”
Joanna nodded. "If your dad's out there, it might be best you stay below deck while we're here, Morrigan."
“I’ll be fine. Lucian said he’d come with, and there’s something i need to grab.”
Lucian heard a few calls that they had arrived, and he left his office, but not before slipping a sharp scalpel into his front pocket. He went aboard, checking a list of things he needed.
"Okay, maybe take a frypan or something. They make good weapons."
Her dad? What, was he some famous criminal? Ryan wondered as he looked out at the somewhat familiar town. Wonder if dad still sells guns and stuff. I wonder if mom still homeschools Ella and Allie. He suddenly felt excited.
"I'm heading onto the shore," Cicada looked at the others, "I'll meet up with you later."
Cicada had realized something while she was dreaming. The reason the memories were so strong right now. It was because today was the day the crew of the Everflame had died on the shores of Anjou. The day Cicada had cheated death. She wanted to visit there graves, the ones Cicada had made for them.
Joanna left Morrigan with Cicada and walked over to Ryan. "So, you're gettin off here?"
Morrigan waited for Lucian by the bow of the ship, brow furrowed in thought.
Lucian noticed Morrigan and made his way over, leaning back against the rail. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.
He sighed. "I'm not sure. I don't think Cade would be here. If he is, we would have found him by now." Ryan grinned at her. "Besides, I'm getting attached to you guys."
Morrigan nodded. “Yeah, there’s something I need to get.” She wrapped her fingers around the little pouch she’d just tied around her neck. “Could I get a sling for my arm before we go?”
"Aw, that's sweet of you. The feeling's mutual." She gazed across to the shore. "I'm restocking on some provisions today, care to join me?"
Ryan shrugged. "Why not? First though, I need to say hi to my family. It's been six years since I've seen them."
She nodded. "Totally get ya. Family's important. I'm going to quick go get my list. K?"
Cicada walked off the boat onto the shore. She immediately started sprinting away from the city and farther along the beach where she remembered the fateful events happening. It didn't take her long to arrive there, five graves laid on the shore.
“Yeah, of course,” Lucian responded. He motioned for Morrigan to follow him as he went back below deck. He shifted through a few boxes, and eventually found a grey colored sling. He adjusted her arm so he could slip it onto her, balancing the strap on the other shoulder, across her chest. “How does that feel?”
"Alright. I'll wait for you here."