The end of the story...but not the life.

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Vast seas, salty air, blissful mist, and the crinkles of a flowing sail. Those are all of the things that make me feel most at home. In my freedom I find peace, in the cool of the wind I find comfort, and in the sway on the ship I find balance. Through every adventure I find entertainment, but all of them in the same lead me back to this. On a ship, sailing all of the seas, amongst all of my trusted companions. The only difference this time is, it's my ship.
Don't mistake, I enjoyed traveling on the Black Pearl. Truly I did, but I much prefer my own. The feeling of control that comes with being Captain is like no other. Not to mention the responsibility you gain when guiding your crew, it is equally nerve wrecking and urging.

At this very moment however... I hadn't needed to do such thing. The responsibility stayed, but everything was at peace. I have so many that I trust upon my ship that I needn't even be at the wheel. I'm able to just lay across the bow of my ship. The coolness of gold gilded mermaid only helps my body unwind.

With my eyes shut I smile in relaxation. The occasional mist of sea water brushes against me everyone once in a while, and with the combination of the heat of the blistering sun it was a comfort. I was planning on taking a nap, knowing everything was well. Tim was at the wheel, Grayson was keeping an eye on the crew and helping Serena practice walking, Damian was arguing with Jack of where we should go next. Jack had no idea what he had gotten into when he started the argument, or hell when he even touched the map. Damian was a very picky boy, and he had the intelligence to back it up. No one in the crew bothered to argue with him anymore, for they already knew the outcome. But Jack was beyond different and a force in his own right as well. So I decided it was best to let them have it out.

So there I was, minding my own business, about to take a nap, and someone decided to interrupt. I hear the rustle of rope and the small tap of feet only a few seconds after closing my eyes. I decided to keep them closed, amused as to who might try to sneak up on me. At first nothing happened, whoever it was must have been just staring at me. It had to be about a solid two minutes before anything actually happened. When it did all I felt was soft fingertips graze my right cheek, freeing my face of sprawling hair. Just by the touch I knew who it was, and he knew that I was 'asleep'.

"I think we both know you're not actually sleeping." I grin creeps up my face, eyes still closed. I hear his low, warm chuckle, and my smile grows wider to eventually show my teeth. I end up opening my eyes, laughing myself, to see his beautiful green eyes and unruly hair.

"You're hair is back to its natural disaster." I poke fun at him as I run my hands through it, playing with his curls. He rolls his eyes playfully at me, placing a leg on either side of me to get closer. His hand dips down so that I no longer have to stretch them all the way out.

"Were you really tired?" His question is only a little bit above a whisper, due to him only being a few inches from my face. Normally he would bury his head into my neck or shoulder, but he hasn't taken his eyes off of me.

I shake my head, "I was only relaxing. A break from chaos and all that," I commented, tracing my finger along his face. His lips lift to the side when my fingers skip barely over the side of them. He looked so happy, but he also looked as if he were somewhere else. "What's going on in that head on yours?"

Tilting his head he blinks rapidly before answering. "I just can't believe you're real." He sputters it out like he didn't mean to, and right after the words sunk in his cheeks grew pink. That's how I knew it was definitely an accident.

I giggle at him. "Well," I take his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers. "I can do this," raising my body up a bit I bring his hand to the upper part of my chest so that he can feel my heart beat. "And you can feel this." He stares down at our hands before looking back into my eyes.

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