The Damned: Part 1~ Innocence

Chapter 14

CARIBBEAN DECEMBER 1689

"I'm hungry." The Kraken said.

"You're always hungry." Flying Dutchman sighed.

They were sailing off the coast of Hispaniola. While Flying Dutchman was supposed to be keeping an eye out for shipwrecks, she had other things on her mind.

As Christmas approached, Flying Dutchman grew ever more into a state of panic.

She had remembered the Christmas tree, she had remembered the lights, she had remembered the traditional dinner even but she had forgot, and she couldn't believe herself for this. She had forgotten Britannia's present!

"Of all the stupid, foolish things to do..." She hissed to herself as she sailed along.

"Sounds to me like you need a hand."

Flying Dutchman groaned. "And how could you help might I ask Kraken?" She asked.

"I'd be willing to if you'd just give me a chance." The Kraken replied.

"Oh alright." Flying Dutchman sighed. "Sorry for being snippy."

"It's understandable. What you did, rather what you didn't do is sort of embarrassing." The Kraken replied. She sounded amused which only made Flying Dutchman madder.

"Are you laughing at me?" She asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" The Kraken replied. "I do find this little fact amusing."

"You find it amusing that I forgot one of the most important things for Christmas!!" Flying Dutchman growled.

"For someone who doesn't celebrate it you sure seem to be beating down hard on yourself." The Kraken said.

True, she didn't celebrate Christmas at least not in the same way the humans did.

For them, Christmas meant the birth of their savior, Jesus Christ which is where the word Christmas came from.

For ships, they celebrated a different holiday. They called it Inlustris which meant Starlight for December 25 was the day the Ancients signed their pact with the mortal ships.

The pact signified the union between the mortal and the immortal, the joining of worlds.

There was only one ship still alive today that had witnessed this pact and she was Flying Dutchman's mentor.

If Flying Dutchman didn't find a present soon, she'd resort to hiding under the sea for all eternity out of pure embarrassment.

As much as she hated to say it, the Kraken was right. She needed help and she was desperate enough to get it.

"Any suggestions." She asked to the Kraken.

"Maybe try finding something she likes." The Kraken replied.

"That doesn't narrow it down much." Flying Dutchman said.

"Can you think of anything that she might really like?" The Kraken asked.

"Well she does enjoy art a lot." Flying Dutchman replied.

"Like what kind of art?" The Kraken asked, unable to keep the curiosity from her voice.

"Well I know she likes to paint." Flying Dutchman replied. "She's got a lot of unfinished paintings in her tent. I think she's run out of supplies and hasn't found the time to get more."

"So, then let's get some paints." The Kraken replied.

"Do you have any idea how much an average set is worth?" Flying Dutchman asked.