Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Fourteen

There was a loud commotion from outside my room that ultimately ended with the captain busting through the door and scaring me half to death. He fixed me a look that could make gargoyles crumble in fear. Striding over to me, he grabbed my arm roughly yanking me from my bed. "Get up sodomite you're going to the brig," he snarled at me.

My heart fluttered in fear. This was it, they were going to make me walk the plank. And there was nothing I could do about it.

As I was pulled to the cell that would hold me until my death, I was vaguely aware of jeers and taunting from those of the crew. Nothing I could really remember with clarity, but they were all biting and insulting, designed to inflict wounds that would never heal on my psyche before they obliterated my existence from this planet.

He threw me into the dark, dank cell and left. A couple hours later, Cookie made a cautious entrance into my cell holding a plate with some stale bread and a cup of water. "As far as last meals goes, this 'uns shit," he remarked as he set the food and drink down on the cell floor in front of me.

I couldn't help the fond smile that sprung upon my face at the cook's gruff words. For all of his harshness, he'd been someone who truly seem to watch out for me. "Thanks, Cookie."

"Now don't be lookin' at me like that son, there're worse things than walkin' the plank... can't think of any right now but, there's gotta be," as he talked his lip started quivering and I was worried he wouldn't make it out of here without bawling. "I'm gonna miss yeh, lad," he sniffled. "If I had a son, I'd want him to be just like you," he said sincerely.

Deeply touched by his words, I thanked him for the food. He left shortly after to prepare food for the crew.

As the time passed in my cell, my thoughts became a prison to me as well. I thought about my life, about decisions I had made and wondered if I had done enough. Had I led a good life? Had people benefited from having me in their life? Would Sebastian... would losing me hurt him? I wanted him to have a good long life. I thought of all those "what ifs" until my mind went numb and I stared at the wall for hours. Unmoving, unblinking, just staring and waiting for the end.

Sometime into the night two people entered my cell. The first one was Wesley. The second, Sebastian.

Wesley nearly said goodbye to me and left rather quickly, leaving Sebastian and me alone in the brig.

"You'll walk tomorrow," Sebastian informed.

His words were lead in my stomach. I swallowed thickly, "That soon?"

He looked away from me crossing his arms crossed his chest, swallowing thickly he answered, "I tried everything to get my brother to see reason, but he is unbending in his decision. I fear this'll be our last night together."

He reached through the bars that separated us and grabbed my hands holding on as if his very life depended on it. Suddenly, there was so much I wanted to say to him and so little time.

"I love you," I needed him to know that.

"I love you too, William."

"Sebastian," I spoke in a rush, "let's go far away from here! Somewhere, where is the captain want to be mad. Maybe back to that island. Somewhere, where we can love each other without fear from anyone. We deserve much better than we've ever had! We deserve to be happy with the person we love!" I finished with conviction.

"William," my love fixed me with those stormy eyes, "I will do everything in my power to get you out of here." And I know he'd trying his hardest. I had to trust that'd be enough.

I fell asleep sometime that night, still clutching Sebastian's hand like a lifeline.