Love At Sea: De La en Glässer

A lord's tale

"What if someone else had caught you? They would not have been as merciful as I was." At that Bernadette gave him a sarcastic look even though she knew he could not see her. "Oh yes the merciful captain left me with a scared hand." She raised her left hand to his face, and he took it. He rubbed his thumb across her soft skin. Scar or not he thought her beautiful. He pressed his lips to the skin, and she gasped. "Well, you were lucky. I would have done more than scar you."

Bernadette sneaked out her tongue. "You do not scare me. I have experienced way worse." He trucked her head underneath his chin. She hummed along to the low songs the crew sang. "You know the song does not make sense, right?" He rubbed his hands along her hands as the chilled breeze made her shiver. "It does but each man sings it differently." At that Bernadette looked at him puzzled. "Rum a gun through his balls ho ho ho?" She raised a brow at him. "I believe it is rum and bile fill his gall yo ho ho." "Yes that what does it even mean?" He shrugged his shoulders. "They are songs that were sang by drunken pirates." "Aha! So you admit they are nonsensical." He kissed her pointed finger and turned her that she had her back to his chest and her view to the sea. His hands rested on her flat stomach, and he felt whole, complete. A new picture filled his head, one he had not thought of in a long while.

"They are not entirely nonsensical, though I admit some words do not make sense, but they have meaning to those that sing them. And if you took up pirate life you too would make up songs to tell your tales." Bernadette nodded and strained her ears to hear all the words that drifted through the air. "I have heard of the De la en Glässer," she began. "a mighty fine ship only few have had eyes to see." Macmillan sighed. "Why are you ruining the moment here lassy?" At that she giggled. "Call it curiosity. I want to know." "Well, if I remember curiosity killed a rat." He walked back to the wheel and took hold of it, steering the ship on the calm waters.

"It killed a cat captain. I doubt the rat would have been as curious as to know where it got its food from." He stopped his movements to look at the woman dressed in oversized men's clothes. "It is still an animal is it not? And if it found food under a barrel today, it would still come back tomorrow in hopes of finding more food. Curious or not, it would get killed." Bernadette turned from the waters and looked at the man and all his glory. She wondered how he was able to see in the dimness and still sail the ship while perfectly calm. "Have you ever seen it?" She asked the captain. "More or less yes I have." Bernadette walked down to the rails where she looked down into the dark water. Her reflection were waves of diminishing features which of curse did not make sense to the mind's eye. "What is it like?" Macmillan watched her quizzically. "It is like any ship lassy."

"Oh no." She turned to face him. "Rumour has it is it like a monster, with teeth as big as water creatures and a body so strong it can break a whole ship. But it never kills anyone, it just leaves vessels ruined in its path." He rolled his eyes at the over exaggeration. "It is not a monster lassy and neither does it have animalistic features. It is only a ship with the latest and most modified parts and weaponry in science. Something even the king is not aware of at least not yet." "But it destroys." She sought to argue. "A gun destroys and so does a heavy rain, it only becomes dangerous only when need be." "A gun is still dangerous and can end a life." "Or save one." They both looked at each other, their gazes locking. "The barrel of a gun has been pointed at my head more times than I can count and I was only lucky to have escaped." "Well, then you should be grateful then." "Grateful?" She snorted. "I know many women that took their last breaths because of drunk men that wanted acrobatic women and yet they themselves could not last five minutes." "And yet again lassy, you wound the pride and ego of a man." Silence fell across the deck, even the men's singing died down a notch and it was only the calmness of the waters that could be heard.

"A tale's tell of a broken lord, one that went at sea.

He had a wife and fairly child, what else was more to see?