HAROLD'S PERSPECTIVE
Life has been pretty mediocre lately, I thought to myself as the wooden ship thumped against the waves. The sail flapped, and the wooden beam holding it creaked. The overcast sky looked like an endless white void. I wish I could fall in. It wouldn't be any more empty than my life.
Later that night...
I sat in my little room, listening to the sea, or trying to at least. The sailors below were vomiting from the constant rocking of the ship, and if they weren't vomiting, they were chanting obnoxious songs about the sea. I used to sit down there with them, But then I was promoted to earl. Just a few years ago I would've been down there with them, drinking until dawn, getting up, and working the hangover off. I stayed up all night thinking about how to fix my seemingly meaningless life. I sat looking at the candle flickering from the breeze, and before I new it, I was out cold.
My eyes open to a bright light. I shield my face with my hand, the door must've blown open. I step outside to see my crew working away.
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" I shout. One of the crew gazes up at the sky.
"I THINK EIGHT OR NINE." He shouts across deck. "I DONT KNOW, ITS STILL KIND OF FOGGY."
"THANKS JOHN."
I turn back to my room, and shut the door behind me. They all look so happy out there, I think to myself. Poor filthy sailors, living life to its fullest. How do they do it? It had me stumped all day. Another night spent looking at my candle. It hits me right as I drift away. Friends. Not just friends. Lovers. Each and every one of those scurvy filled bastards, has someone to go home to. But not me.
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Harold x William | The untold story
FanfictionThe battle of hastings is very well known historical event. What you might not know is that Harold and William had a secret affair that spiralled out of control, and led to the battle.
