It wasn't long after Riley's announcement to Long Island and Javelin that another crate was delivered. It had a peculiar set of instructions on it. He pressed his ear up to the crate, and he could hear what sounded like a girl sleeping.
He turned to his conscious fleet. "The girl in the crate is named Fortune. We need to transport her to the bedroom," he told the pair of them.
Long Island nodded, but she didn't get the chance to voice her opinion. "Why can't she walk herself?" Javelin scowled. She muttered, "Fortune was always a weakling."
Riley shot an angry look at Javelin. "She is your crew mate. You will treat her with respect," he spoke firmly and Javelin subsided.
It took the three of them at least half an hour to carry Fortune to the large bedroom that Riley had woken up in. It seemed to him now that there were frames to split the large space up into multiple rooms. There were currently 3 beds. Two twin and one king.
They carefully laid the crate Fortune was in down next to the king sized bed and cut it open.
Fortune seemed to stir slightly. Javelin handed Riley a bottle of water, and he made her drink a little. He noticed that the white haired British destroyer was already modestly dressed.
Riley, Long Island, and Javelin gently lifted Fortune into bed, and Riley tucked her in. "Get well soon little one," he whispered as the three of them left the room to continue with their duties for the day.
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The Prince Of Wales
FanfictionIn an alternate timeline, things haven't gone well. Memories have been forgotten, and love has been lost. What will Riley MacLean do now?
