All Tied Together

Fear

When the smoke cleared, Tom noticed they were on a ship. A ship used by pirates. So they are pirates. Tom didn't have time to look around because the blonde began walking, forcing Tom to walk as well. They started to walk towards what looked like the captain's quarters. The brown-head opened the door and the blonde pushed Tom inside, no longer has of a hold on him.

Tom looked up to see that someone was sitting at the desk with their back towards him. "Considering both of you are back before everyone else, I assume you have found him." The person said. Only the person sounded strangely like a woman. A Norwegian woman at that. "You are correct. As always, my dear shieldmaiden" The blonde said, mocking a bow. Tom saw the brown-head roll his eyes before pushing Tom forward.

The woman shook her head and stood up, turning around. "And how many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" She asked. Tom could see she had blonde hair that looked to be almost white, the right side of her head held six small dutch braids, along three snake braids on the side of them, and a bigger and messier dutch braid on the top of her head to keep out of her face, all of which was held in a ponytail. Her skin was a light olive color that looked to be in the sun's favor. Tom could see she was a tall young woman, who looked to be no older than him. With curves and muscles, tight black-clothed pants covered her muscled legs, while a tight black shirt covered her toned arms, all of which was covered by a wolf furred vest. Tom looked into her eyes and was shocked to see the irises of her eyes. Instead of her eyes being a traditional color, like blue, violet, green, brown, black, or hazel, they were the color red. Like blood had seeped its way into her irises. This young woman was, overall, beautiful.

"Considering we have been on this ship for quite a long time, I would say we are near the billions now." The woman rolled her eyes at that. Tom could practically hear the smirk on the blonde's face as he spoke. But Tom would not turn around, still observing the young woman, as she was him.

The young woman walked around her desk and walked towards him, eying him up and down. "Well, he does look like him." She commented, circling Tom. Tom's eyes followed her as she continued to observe him. "Has the height of him," She put her left hand in his hair, tugging on it. "Same annoying silk black hair," Tom groaned as she tugged more before letting go, circling once again.

She pulled at his left arm and tugged his sleeve up, exposing his skin. "The same sun shimmering paleness," She pulled a dagger from her boot and cut his arm open, Tom did not flinch once not feeling anything. "Same pain tolerance as him," She lifted the bloody arm and smelled it. Tom couldn't help but give her a slightly weird look. "Same smell of wrath in his blood,"

She dropped Tom's arm and circled him again. She used her knife and tore his vest off, pulling it off of him and ripping off his shirt. Tom could hear the two men chuckling at the young woman's doing. "Same scrawny but lean figure," She felt the muscles on his arms and ran a hand down his chest. "Maybe slightly more lean than scrawny, more or less still the same body figure as him," She circled him again.

Tom felt a small feeling of uncomfortableness, but it left as soon as it came. Tom continued to eye her carefully as she stopped right in front of him, staring into his eyes. Tom stared right at hers, seeing there was a hint of gold in her blood-red eyes. Her eyes reminded him of a sunset, the colors you see before the sun fully disappears from view, showing nothing but red, orange, and gold before it disappears to the other side of the earth. "Same dark green eyes as him, only instead of holding thirst for power like his, this one holds years of wrath, pain, and darkness."

Tom furrowed his eyebrows at that, as far as he knew he felt no mental pain. "Now isn't that interesting, no thirst for power like his bastard ancestor. The joyous day this is. Drinks for everyone." Tom heard the brown-head say sarcastically. Tom wasn't paying attention to him, his focus still on the young woman standing right in front of him. He felt eyes burning into the back of his skull, but he would not move.