I went to the only other person on the ship I knew. I went through halls that very closely resembled an old hotel hallway; crappy wallpaper and dark red carpet that had doors uniformly lined along the walls, and over to the deck where we had first talked to each other. I thought of the last incident, trying to figure out who my saviour was. Did the boy know the man was coming?I leaned against the taffrail and looked across the water as I thought. I remembered him disappearing. I hadn't seen him since.
When the man was being pulled off of me Stephano had not yet gotten through the door. That boy had saved me. I felt nauseous; I didn't know his name, punched him in the jaw and ran from him only nights before. Why did he help me? I instinctively put my fingers to my neck and traced my fingers along the wound that I assumed would grow into a scar.
My hands were cold against my neck, I brought them down into my jacket pockets. Wind whipped the loose strands of hair around my face, I face against the wind so it would push my hair behind me. My hands burrowed deep inside my sleeves as the wind created a painful numbness in my fingertips.
I took the tie out of my hair and brushed it with my frozen fingers, it had turned coarse from the salty wind. I shivered and clenched my teeth to keep them from rattling. My nose started dripping and I turned to go back inside, my mind foggy with thought.
A shoulder bumped into me, shaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up at the person hoping for an apology when I noticed it was the boy. A weird nervous feeling that I didn't recognize washed over me as I stared wide-eyed up at the boy.
"You look awful." the boy blurted, his face quickly turning red.
"Thanks," I scoffed, trying to brush off his comment. "What's your name?" My words felt foreign in my mouth. He broke his gaze, not wanting to meet my eyes. I grinned, he was too embarrassed to tell me his name?
"Angelo," He said, still avoiding my gaze.
"Angel?" I teased "That's iconic." He looked up at me and gave me a playful glare, smiling at my friendliness.
"Angelo." He corrected, suddenly serious. There was an awkward pause and we both looked away from each other.
"What's your name?" He asked, his brow furrowing as he spoke.
"Luna." I looked back at his dark brown eyes that shimmered with the water's reflection.
"Moon? I guess it kind of fits." He said looking into my eyes. I squirmed and started putting my hair back up.
"What are you doing?" He asked pulling my hands away from my head.
"Jesus your hands are freezing!" He cuffed my hands in his and then started taking off his jacket. I didn't realize I was shivering.
"You don't have to do that" I watched his jacket come closer. He paused.
"I know." He knelt down a little bit to put the rough leather around my shoulders.
"Thank you," I looked up at him, my teeth chattering. He chuckled down at me.
"Come, I'll show you where the furnace is." He took my hand and lead me inside.
All the halls looked different but they all led to the deck through thick metal doors. There was an extra metal door to the right of the hallway with red letters on a white sign. He opened the door and a waft of warm air drifted into the hall. My hands felt tingly as I stepped into the room and the heat felt nice on my face.
"I didn't think angels would bring me somewhere warm." I teased, folding my arms over my chest.
"Would you have preferred the cold?" He smiled. I shoved him playfully, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed and pushed me back. I heard footsteps on the other end of the hallway and shushed Angelo. His face turned serious again and he shoved me behind one of the furnace tubes. There was a satisfying soft metal click when the door closed.
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Pirate City
AdventureLuna porter fakes her death, separates herself from her Uncle, leaves her old life behind, and realizes just how bad a man her uncle really is. A powerful group brings her in for a reason she fails to understand, and through them she learns what it...