Love At Sea: De La en Glässer

Sweet wild yet strange dreams

"Bernadette." The soft mention of her name had her heart swell with pride. "I am a pirate and not a tradesman." "Huh? Bloody hell what am I am I doing with a pirate? Bloody, your vile mouth has corrupted my sweet innocence. Oh, the horror of dead bodies, rum and the sea-"

Macmillan looked at her worriedly. Was it the fever? "What is going on with you?" He tried placing his hand on her head, but she hit it aside and stood to her feet. "Exaggerating the fact that I am stuck with a pirate one I did not know of." She cleared her throat and in her best accent spoke. "How the devils, forgive me my lord. The d word is for savages I am a lady-" "Bernadette?" "Hmm?" He patted the space she had occupied a few minutes earlier. "Come and sit your ass down." And so, she did as was commanded of her, but she did not spare him of snuggles. "I am serious my lady, I am a very bad man." "Oh, please tell me something I do not know Macmillan. Or?" A strange look filled her eyes as she stared up at him. "What are you thinking about?" She grinned.

"It might be the fever or my hormones." "Bernadette." He warned. Her fingers brushed his bare chest as her tips drew small circles around his hairs. He sucked in a breath. "You said you are a bad man." She bit on her lower lip. Gosh! Macmillan groaned inside. "I heard women love men that are bad, bad boys to be exact." She bent her head to his neck and kissed along his jaw line and throat. "Bernadette." "Shh- you said something earlier, about you showing me something. Show me now." Then she did the unbelievable she kissed him hard and deeply with both their eyes closed and their breaths mixed. The sounds of monkeys and birds filled the air. Naked men danced to a burning fire as hell stones fell from the sky. When she opened her eyes, Macmillan was half man half animal with grunts and animalistic noises coming out from his mouth. He gripped her hands till she felt her bones crack with pressure.

"Let me go." She tried to scream. But he did not let go. His hands became hairy like those of fur. So hot was the fur that she felt herself drenched in her own sweat. Macmillan the half man, half creature dragged her towards a dark cave, one that had a bottom less pit of black water and with Johnny leading the strange pink army of sharks. Loomy stood dancing around the table with hairy legs and in a short night gown. "What the hell was going on?" She tried asking aloud but her throat felt dry, and her mouth could not form the words. Panic ate at her. She had never been so worried as she was now. Images of bashed in skulls open wounds and rotting corpses filled her mind's eye. She could feel the bile out of her mouth before she could control the urge.

"Oh my God." Macmillan rushed into the room before Bernadette could make more of a mess of herself. She was still unconscious but vomited like her life depended on it. "Fetch me a pot or anything, I cannot hold this." Macmillan tried not to look at the vomit in his hands, but the warm liquid reminded him of the fact that the one woman he loved was suffering of a fever. He pulled the furs aside and brought her to the bare floor. She was terribly weak and if light he might add. Ahi An Ma brought a bowel of smelling seeds and placed them under Bernadette's nose. It took a while, but the puking stopped, and she regained her consciences. She opened her eyes to a dark room and not the burning fumes of her confusing dream. The first person she saw was the man that tried to drag her deep in the water. "I told you I could not swim." Those were the first words she altered, and it took Macmillan a baring of more than five minutes to evade himself of her awful vomit filled breath. "It is nice to see you too."

"That was not how you greeted me in my dream before you tried to eat me alive." Again, Macmillan had to hold his breath. "Bernadette this might sound rude but stop talking, you need to be cleaned." The woman walked back in with clothes and a pot but Macmillan shook his head no. "I will take her to the river, I need a second wash too." He looked down at the second shirt he had been given, even that was ruined. He could not compete with nature if it wanted him half nude. One of the women gave him the shirt Bernadette had been in. Though it was not with pants, it was long enough to cover her bottom but thin enough for her nipples to be seen- not that he would allow anyone to see. He lifted her up. Her head titled to his chest with her soft lips parted sightly, if it was not for the vomit, he would have kissed her.