Down The Rabbit Hole

sixteen

Boats suck.

Logan doesn't know how she doesn't remember this from her time with Arthur, but boats are the worst thing man could ever create.

Crappy wooden boats are the worst of all boats. It tips down slightly once more causing Logan to grasp the part next to her and shut her eyes tightly.

"Don't you know how to drive this thing?" She snaps at the captain, her eyes opening and glaring harshly.

"You don't drive boat, moron, they have a mind of their own." Gilbert, the albino looking one, bites back, pursing his lips and raising an eyebrow.

"Good pirates know how to drive boats." She smirks, "I bet you're the only one who doesn't know."

"You son of a-"

"We are almost to the ship, chica. We'll get you fresh clothes and a hot meal before we try to find somewhere safe for you." Antonio cuts in, sending a small look to his friend.

"Somewhere safe? Like at the bottom of the ocean where you thought I belonged last time?" Logan mutter bitterly, hugging her body for some more warmth.

Something she also should've remembered; the wind is cold because of the ocean. Now that she's even closer than she was before, the wind picks up constantly, blowing right through the thin fabric of the sheet.

She glances towards the dark water, a thought striking her. She frowns.

"Aren't you worried about mermaids trying to drag your boat down?" She asks, the boat slightly tipping again causing an mild heart attack for the blue haired woman.

"They tend to stay away until you're in the water or when you're alone. They aren't the strongest of creatures." Antonio answers.

Logan didn't remember it that way. The faint bruise on her ankle is still there from when that mermaid tried to drag her down.

"What do you know of mermaids?" Gilbert scoffs, "You don't look like you know anything about the sea."

"Well, bucko, I'm a pirate, well, sort of. I know things, okay?" She gives him a glare.

The boat comes to a stop before Gilbert can retort. The captain stands, the boat shifting with his weight as he tries to help Logan to her feet.

Instead of that, she remains petty and starts up the latter herself.

She never knew climbing a latter could be so hard. By the time she actually reaches the deck, her arms are sore.

She realizes that maybe it's because her earlier travel. Those do seem to take it out of her.

Shortly after, Antonio and Gilbert arrive on the deck.

"Gilbert, would you get her cleaned up and fed? I have some things to deal with." Antonio asks, but his eyes are telling him not to argue.

"Yessir," The albino replies, grabbing a hold of Logan's arm and leading her to the bottom of the ship.

They go to a little room away from where the rest of the crew sleeps. The room has a little bed, a bucket (for bathroom purposes, of course), a dirty mirror, and a desk with a mess on it.

"This is my room," Gilbert says, grabbing a somewhat clean piece of cloth and pouring some water from a canteen on it, "I sleep away from the rest of the crew."

"Is it because you're second mate?" She guesses, sitting on the bed and hugging herself.

It's cold in here too. Goosebumps are up and down on her skin.

"It's because I'm the most awesome out of all of them." He smirks, handing her the rag. "I'll get you some clothes. Don't do anything unawesome." He shuts the door after him.

Logan sighs, walking over to the dirty mirror and starting to clean herself off.

This blows. She's with an enemy, she's lost Harper, she's on a boat... She doesn't see how this could get much worse.

Well, she could actually die, but she's really hoping that doesn't happen.

All she needs is Harper messing up Ancient Greece.

The cold rag gets most of the mud and grime from her face, but some bruises still linger. What even are those from?

When was the last time she even looked in a mirror? She's skinnier, a little tanner, and her eyes are circled by dark bags.

She looks, and feels, like shit.

The door creaks open, revealing Gilbert with a off white dress shirt.

"I couldn't find you any trousers." He answers her unasked question, "You can find yourself a pair in the morning."

She grunts as a reply, unhooking the pins that hold her sheet together. Gilbert, despite being what she thought he was going to do, blushes harshly and hands her the shirt before turning around.

"You shouldn't undress yourself in front of man."

"You shouldn't care." She rolls her eyes, buttoning it up and tossing the pins and sheet to the side.

She sits back on the bed, noticing how uncomfortable and itchy it is before getting under the thin blanket.

"I didn't say you were sleeping there." Gilbert scowls, "That's my bed."

"You really expect me to sleep out there with a crew I don't know at all? I thought you were a gentleman." She smirks, turning over at shutting her eyes.

"I-" He growls, breaking off and sighing. "Fine." She hears the creaking of the floor boards as he lays down.

It's silent for a moment before Logan turns and looks down at him.

"Why don't you sleep with your crew? There'll be something more comfortable than the floor." She offers, though she really doesn't know if there will be anything better.

"It's crowded." He murmurs, using the sheet as a pillow, despite the dirtiness of it.

She supposes that pirates are used to things that that, but it still bother her a little.

"Aren't you cold?" She tries again.

"Aren't you being nosy?" He retorts, turning to stare at her, "If you feel bad, let me have my bed."

She snorts, "I don't feel that bad."

"Then shut it." He lays back down, shutting his eyes.

She sighs, hesitating for a second before blowing out the candle.

SORRY. THIS. IS. SO. LATE.

Being a senior is hard and it's only get harder (yay) so there's gonna be a lot more late updates.

I know on late, but happy holidays baes. Hope you had a good time.

Peace.