The Captain of the Black Dragon

Chapter Nine: Unsettled Stomach

~~Three weeks later~~
"Domo! Yer good with Navigation! When would we reach the Caribbean? I'm gettin' sick to me stomach!" Terry asked as she and Angelique walked up to me.
The sun shone on my face as I steered slightly. "Er- maybe another week n' a half..." I said, unsure. "...we are just past the Bermuda- and we're approaching the Cancer Tropic."
Terry groaned, holding her stomach, and Angelique began to chuckle.
"If yer gonna throw yer meal out yer mouth- do it overboard. NOT NEAR ME WHEEL!" I yelled. I must've said it just in time because Terry quickly ran to the side of the deck, and lunged her upper body forward. Angelique and I looked away in disgust. "Terry, darlin', why don't ya go lie down for a bit? I'll bring ya a bucket." Angelique soothingly whispered.
Terry turned to face us and nodded, then grudgingly walked to the back quarters.
"Thank ya, Domo for the information. And sorry 'bout Terry... She's been like this all mornin'. I've been worried that she may have somethin' more than sea sickness." Angelique nervously rubbed the nape of her neck. I looked at her with soft eyes, and put one of my hands on my hip and the other stayed on the wheel. "Angel- it's alright." I whispered, just as nervous.
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"WHAT?! A VIRUS?!" Kahtarina yelled, jumping from her chair.
I took a deep breath. "Kat-"
"What the bloody hell does that mean?! Ever-one's gonna get it!-" she began pacing back and forth.
"Kat..."
"-This isn't good! I need me crew alive! What's Uncle Jack gonna think if I show up with a bunch off dead men!?-"
"...Kat..."
"We are all gonna fucking die, and I can't deal with this shit!! But what in hell is-"
"KAT!"
She snapped her head at me. Kahtarina looked at me as if I had just killed a hundred people, and asked for her trust.
"It may not be that serious- besides, Terry is the only one showing signs of sickness. And I'm not too worried about it. So calm down. Let's keep this 'under the table' until if and when it passes over, okay?"
Kat blinked at me, then looked at a picture on the wall, than back at me. "...okay."
I sighed in relief, I walked over to her. I set my hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eye with a reassuring expression. "Relax, cap'n... It'll be fine."
She looked back at me with understanding eyes. "Aye..." She breathed.
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*cough* *cough* "ACKKK!!!"
Blimey. I thought. Whoever that is, just spit out their supper. I sat up from my bed and flipped my pillow over, only to slam my head back unto the fluffy object. I looked over and saw Karstiela twitching in her sleep, and Solice was snoring lightly.
Yawning, I heard the same person from before hurl again.
"BLARGG!!!"
Ew.
......
"BLAK!"
Really?! I sat up quickly, grabbed a candle, and walked out of my room. I followed the unsettling sound of groaning.
I opened one of the creaky doors, and saw Daniela holding a bucket close to her stomach. She looked up at me and groaned. "D-Domo?"
"Holy shit...." Was all I could say.
Unwillingly, I glanced into the bucket, moving my candle so that I could see a bit better.
I looked horrified at the sight.
Daniela had threw up blood.
I looked at her and held my hand out, so I could help her up. I took her to her bed and told her to rest on her side, so if she vomited in her sleep, she wouldn't choke.
"I'll be right back." I whispered. "Tell me again- who is it ye share a room with?"
She blankingly stared at me, expecting me to know and said "J-Jane and Kiwi. But they a-Are out on deck because I woke 'em up..."
"Ok. I'll be back."
I walked slowly out of the room, and as soon as I shut her bedroom door, I ran towards the cap'ns quarters.
I opened the door, and looked in to make sure the captain wasn't in her office. I walked towards the back of the room, and opened her bunker door.
"Kahtarina?" I whispered.
She was sprawled on her bed, her short multicolored hair in tousles. She had her hand clutched around the necklace she always wore, that matched mine. I slightly smiled at that.
But what I couldn't help but notice was that she had a bucket shoved under her bed. And it looked like something was in it. Oh no.
"Kahtarina?" I lightly shook her.
That was a mistake.
She swished her hand up in a blink of an eye, and grabbed my throat. She pulled my head close to her face, and slowly opened her eyes.
"K-k-Kat!! blak-K-AT!!" I screamed, trying to get air.
"Shit, sorry." She grumbled, letting go of me. I let the wonderful feel of air flood into my lungs. She plopped back down onto her bed and groaned. "What d'ye want?"
I coughed as I tried to catch my breath.
"I wanted t-to let you know that Terry isn't the only one sick- and they are throwing up blood." I breathed.
"I know."
I looked at her with a confused expression.
She kicked that bucket and put it in full view.
It was filled with blood and stomach contents.
"K-Kat..."