Barbarians Blood

Chapter 16

Sawyer watched as little him grew up. As the time passed his parents pushed him away, and favored Thomas. The punishments became a regular thing. But as his parents became cruel he had at least one person that cared for him. His grandfather, Pawpaw.

"So how's my little sailor today?" Pawpaw asked.

Sawyer watched as his Pawpaw walked up to a young, teenage him.

"Pawpaw, I'm not little anymore," teenage Sawyer said.

"You are until you can sail a boat on your own," Pawpaw said with a laugh.

"That's not fair," teenage Sawyer said," you know mother and father hate it when I'm around a boat."

"That's why I don't tell them what we do when you come to visit," Pawpaw informed, winking at him.

Sawyer watched as the two boarded the boat. It was the first time his grandfather let him take charge of things as they sailed around the water. He had learned to sail a boat around Ethereal Islands. Sharp rocks stick out all over the place so it made a perfect place to learn how to sail and use his powers. He was first taught how to maneuver around the rocks, then he learned how high he needed to raise the water. But his time with his grandfather came to a stop. His parents had found out what the two of them had been doing and kept Sawyer from seeing him again. His grandfather had grown lonely and eventually died.

"Why can't we go to the funeral?" Teenage Sawyer asked.

"Because that man is not family," his mother said.

"Pawpaw is to, family!" Teenage Sawyer shouted.

"Don't raise your voice to your mother," his father said sternly.

"Pawpaw was your father, we should go to his funeral," teenage Sawyer said looking at his father.

"He lost all rights to this family when he took you out on that boat," his father seethed.

That had been the end of the argument. His parents had locked him in his room thinking that would be the end of it. They were surely mistaken. Sawyer had managed to pick the lock of his door with some water. He had snuck out of the house and went to his Pawpaws funeral. He had to hide at the funeral just to make sure no one knew he was there. Instead of receiving comfort while he grieved for his grandfather, he had to stand in the shadows quietly crying, hugging himself in an attempt to comfort himself.

"I promise that I'll never stop sailing Pawpaw," teenage Sawyer whispered to himself," sailing is in my blood, just like it was in you."

Everything went dark again. Sawyer looked around trying to figure out what was going on.

"The captain's wounds are healed now," a male voice said," shouldn't he be awake by now?"

Who was that?

"I assume that the reason he is still out is that his body was under a lot of stress," a female voice said," he hardly ate anything and didn't sleep."

"So do you think he'll ever wake up?" The make asked.

Who were they talking about? Why did the voices sound familiar?

"For her sake, I hope so..." The female said trailing off.

For who's sake?

Sawyer tried looking around for the people that were talking. But in every direction, he looked all he saw was darkness.

"Ahoy!" A male shouted.

Another memory.

A young adult Sawyer stood on a dock looking up at a calico man standing on a boat. The man looked amused as he stared down at Sawyer.