Fallen Rose

~Forest's prov~

I wake up. Wait the fuck? Why do I have to "wake up" I sit up quickly making my stomach shoot sharp pain through my body. Great I'm alive. I look around at my surroundings. The room is made of dark wood and the smell of rum is in the air, there's a oak desk littered with papers and maps. The bed I'm on has soft cotton sheets and blankets. It's like I'm in a lords house or something. I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn to see the man, sharpening a knife as his cold blue eyes pierce through me.
"Why the fuck am I alive?" He snickers.
"Nice to see you too."  I glare.
"At least tell me your name." I say with anger. He grins.
"Jack, yours?"
"...Forest." I say quietly.
"In case you're wondering this is my ship, The Fallen Rose!"  I've never been on a ship my mom never let me. I think she had a fear of water. Wait my necklace!? I feel around my neck and sigh when I reach the ring, it's there good.
"Nothing was taken from you even this pitiful sack of coins." He tosses me my coins.
"Look I don't want to be here just drop me off anywhere...even the middle of the ocean." I whisper the last part.
"No can do the next place we are landing is Ukatal, it's about a six months sail. We are already two days in and we need a new pair of hands around here."
"No. Just let me swim back." I don't know how to swim. I didn’t like the thought of dying that way, but I'll do it.
"Yeah sure, a land lover like you knows how to swim." He rolls his eyes at me. I give him a rude gesture, that may or may not include the use of a finger.
"Whatever. I'll work." 
"Great you'll be with George, or GG as we call him." GG? Sounds like a name you'd give a pouty girl or something. 
He leads me to what I'm assuming is the kitchen. I can’t cook for my life.
"Hey GG!" Jack calls out. A burly man bigger then Jack walks out from behind a wall. He has a bloody rag in his right hand a cleaver in the other. I must has a look on my face because he let's out a loud and deep laugh.
"He won't kill ya, get on with it!" Jack slaps me on the back hard, making me stumble forward. I was so wrong about that name.
"Hey I was just cleaning pig off of me. No need to look like a fish in a desert!" He smiles. It's surprisingly warm and comforting. I notice Jack left, without saying goodbye. That for some reason made me sad. GG shows me what I will be doing. He tells me not to work too hard and forces me to take breaks. He's really gentle and kind. Once we are done we bring out the food and rum on deck, because it's a nice night said GG. I hate eating. It makes me feel like I need to throw it up. Like it can't be in my body. I've never been one for alcohol either. So I sat there, trying to not draw attention to myself. I met the crew, most of their names I won't remember in the morning. I mostly hung out with this little kid, Chuckles. Whoever named him that has got to be begging for him to get punched in the face; but for now since he is a kid and pretty adorable it's just plain cute. He tosses me a wooden sword.
"FIGHT ME YE LAND LOVER" I love his Ukatal accent.( Traditional pirate accent) I got pretty into our fight even as people started to watch I didn't care. I was having fun. I was not hitting him hard when I landed a hit. But he wasn't holding back. He was sweating, and trying to catch his breath.
"You wanna call it quits kiddo?" His eyes shot up. He clearly took it the wrong way. He jabbed me right where the soldier stabbed me. I fell to the ground clutching my side. I could barely make out his victory call. I heard someone yelling at the kid. No... don't yell at him... not for me. Someone was trying to talk to me I think. I feel like someone put a barrel of rum on my chest. It was so hard to breathe. I felt cold and hot all at once. A warm soft touch made me open the eyes I didn’t realize I closed. One on the shoulder the other on my jaw making me stare into deep blue eyes. Like a stormy sea.
"Forest! What the fuck? Snap outta of it!" Jack screamed at me. Fear prominent in his eyes. I saw everyone staring at me. No...no! Why? Stop staring at me!
"P-please...s-stop..." I could barely make out the words, it was like the whole world continued on without me, going too fast for me to comprehend.
"Captain' this is similar to what Max had. I can deal with it." Jack nodded at George. He picked me up, then we went to what I'm assuming is our sleeping quarters. As soon as he set me down, I started to relax. It was quiet here. Nothing was happening.
"Look me in the eyes and follow my breathing. When my chest rises your chest rises. Alrigh'?" It was hard at first, but after a few minutes I was completely calm.
"Thank you..." I look away afraid of him suddenly regretting helping me.
"No problem, my husband Max had them all the time." I hug my knees.
"Is he on the ship?" He smiles softly, and sadly.
"No, he passed a few months ago." I look at him filled with sudden guilt.
"S-sorry I-I-"
"No need. I think our boy, Chuckles took it the hardest. Today was the first day since he died that he's played with those swords again. Max and him used to play all the time." I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I feel like the worst person ever.
"Please tell him I'll play with him again if he wants!" I grab GGs hands. He laughs softly and quietly.
"You are a lot like him ye know?" He looks upon me with a fondness that only my mother had given before. I smile back.