Till the world's end|| (pirate!au) -'๑'-Ateez

Far Apart

The sick bay was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, casting gentle shadows across the room as the day waned into the night. Hypaxie sat by her brother's bedside, her heart heavy with worry as she watched over him. His breathing was shallow and labored, his face pale against the crisp white sheets. She reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her touch light and tender. Despite the dimness of the room, the worry etched in her features was unmistakable, a silent testament to the depth of her concern.

Time seemed to stand still in the quiet of the sick bay, the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric as Soren shifted restlessly in his sleep. Hypaxia longed for him to wake, to see the spark of life return to his eyes, but she knew that his recovery would take time.

With a heavy sigh, she settled back into her chair, her knees up to her chest in a comforting manner, her eyes never leaving her brother's face. The flickering lanterns cast dancing shadows on the walls, their warm glow offering a semblance of comfort in the darkness.

As the night stretched on, the ship continued its steady voyage through the tranquil waters. The soft hum of the ship's engine provided a rhythmic backdrop to the hushed atmosphere of the sick bay. Her mind was a swirl of emotions, caught between the hope for her brother's recovery and the uncertainty that hung in the air.

The ship's gentle rocking and the occasional creaking of its wooden frame seemed to synchronize with the ebb and flow of her thoughts. She recalled the adventures they had shared, the laughter and the bond that had weathered the storms of life. The door to the sick bay creaked open, and Seonghwa entered quietly. His presence brought a sense of reassurance, and he offered her a supportive smile as he approached.

"Hey there Daphne, are you keeping up well?" Seonghwa whispered, his voice a gentle cadence in the quiet room.

Hypaxia sighed, her gaze returning to her brother's still form. "I suppose."

Seonghwa took a seat beside her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and understanding. "We'll reach Haiti by dawn most probably, I'm going to be sleeping in my room now, If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask Captain."

She nodded appreciatively, grateful for the support of the crew. The familiarity among the sailors felt like a comforting embrace in the face of uncertainty.

His words were a soothing balm, offering a momentary escape from the weight of worry that rested on her shoulders.

Seonghwa stood up, giving Soren one last glance before turning his attention back to Hypaxia. "I'll be in my room if you need anything, Daphne. Take care."

As he left the sick bay, she found herself contemplating the quiet night ahead. The gentle sway of the ship and the soft sounds of the ocean outside seemed to create a cocoon of solitude. The flickering lanterns in the room cast dancing shadows, adding a touch of intimacy to the atmosphere.

Outside the sick bay, the ship sailed through the night, guided by the invisible hands of the crew. The stars above painted a celestial tapestry, casting a gentle glow on the waters below. The ship's lanterns continued to flicker, their warm light a beacon of hope in the encompassing darkness.

As the night wore on, Soren's breathing remained steady, a reassuring cadence in the otherwise quiet room.
Feeling a subtle sense of restlessness, Hypaxia decided to take a stroll on the deck. The night air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sick bay. As she ascended the stairs, she noticed Captain Hongjoong standing near the helm, his silhouette outlined against the starlit sky.

Approaching him, she hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Captain" she called out, her voice carrying through the quiet night.