The waves crash hard into the wooden ship like every day, every hour, every minute spent out at sea. You'd think that after 19 years you get used to it. But how do you get used to something that sounds like a battering ram slamming against your bedside.
Life on a ship is difficult. I can say that much. There's savage men who can't keep it in their pants, an almost constant shortage of food and fresh water, don't forget the risk of life threatening illnesses lingering through the hole. Oh and please do not get me started on the hole. Our sleeping area. It's filthy, dark, damp and the air itself is made out of poison. If it's not any of the above, you have to watch your step around every section around the boat because you never know what fight you might get into. It's a wonder how there is still a living and breathing boat clan.
Oh, you thought we were a friendly bunch ready to accept anyone in with open arms?
Hmm... Yeah... Sorry to disappoint. The only reason we accept people is because no one else wants them! And do you know what that means? These people tend to be real big meanies! They would have been cast out or even murderers on the run. The people on our ships are tough as the steel weapons we wield. The weak ones all die out sooner than later.
A horn sounded it's ear bleeding tune and I rolled out of my small nest put together with wolf's pelt traded from the Ice Nation. Lovely people, them ice people, apart from the few cold shoulders I received.
I smiled down at the bundled lump of love sleeping deeply beside where I had been.
"Dorothea! Get your whory ass up here!" A bold voice shouted down the hole at me.
I spun around and shot him a glare. Though the ship was rocking like mad I sprinted and slid over barrels to get to him.
"You better keep that rotting mouth of yours shut before I rip your tongue out." I growled.
I know it's loud in the hole as it is but no one wakes my sweet boy from his much needed slumber unless there is absolutely the need.
"Get yer damn gear on, Thea. We don't have suns to waste." Áki's thick Scan(dinavian) accent intact.
I rolled my eyes and slammed the wooden hatch shut, immediately wincing and ducking under some nets to see if I woke my boy.
Still asleep.
I let out a relieved sigh and headed back over to my crate, slipping on a leather vest over my loose white shirt and tightening it. I grabbed my bite sized dagger and slipped it into the holder at my chest.
I tugged on my boots and tied the laces before standing and grabbing my shield and axe.
"Momma..." A sleepy voice called out for me as I was about to leave.
I spun around and crouched beside the bed tucked within the crate.
"Yes my love." I whispered, softly but still audible over the non-stop crashing.
"Don't let them hurt you again Momma..." He said sleepily as I brushed his blonde hairs off his freckled face.
I tell you now, that is NOT something you want your 4 year old son to say to you. The fact that he knows cuts me deep.
"Mommy will find a way out of this okay?" I kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I love you, Bo."
He hummed a sigh and went back to his slumber.
I gulped and made my way to the ladder, shoving the hatch open and pushing my way out.
A hard blunt object hit me hard over the back of the head and I collapsed onto the wooden floor, my teeth splitting my lip and biting a little bit of my tongue.
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Of The Sea : John Murphy
Fanfiction"So I would watch my mouth if I were you, John Murphy. You're very easily replaced." •If only she knew how difficult it would become• |Read at your own risk|
