Dragon Prince

Chapter 3: No One's Having Better Luck

CHAPTER 3

NO ONE’S HAVING BETTER LUCK

“I feel like a coward,” Raine huffed as yet another wave sent the ship jerking to the side, making everyone lose their footing and slide over.

“Well if you’d rather be on deck, scurrying around with the crew and getting soaked to the bone, then by all means,” Neil said, sweeping his hand in the direction of the door to the cabin they were in. “Go forth and play the role of the heroine.”

Thunder clapped and lightning flashed as the rain poured hard from the darkened sky. The waves making the ship rock this way and that and the group could hear the sounds of the crew on deck, trying their hardest to maintain the ship.

“I’m too seasick,” she whined, clutching her stomach and closing her eyes to rid herself of the dizziness.

Beside her on the bed, Aurora groaned in agreement.

“I’m sure the captain has everything under control,” Isaac assured, leaning on the frame of one of the bunks for support. “If she requires our assistance, she would surely ask.”

“Not if she’s too proud,” Aurora mumbled.

“Hey, where’s the big guy?” Neil asked, just realising Ram wasn’t with them in the safety of the cabin.

“He remained behind to help,” Aurora said, her voice muffled by the pillow as she lay face-down on the bed.

“Huh,” Neil hummed. “Guess he has even more of a hero complex than you two,”

Another wave crashed into the side of the ship, jerking the prince and the knights once again. More shouts and instructions yelled out by Callista were heard above the roaring storm and what sounded a lot like barrels rolling around on the wooden surface.

This went on for quite a while, the Ocean’s Doom bobbing up and down and riding the massive waves that threatened to break the ship apart while more water poured onto the deck either from the storm or the sea. Callista was completely drenched, as was the rest of the crew she had kept on deck while the rest secured their supplies below deck and in the cargo hold.

When the storm finally subsided, and the ship remained gently rocking on the waters, there was an audible sigh of relief from everyone – and the occasional retching from those with weaker stomachs.

“Finally,” Raine groaned.

The door creaked open and Artemesio peeked his head in. His hair was dripping wet and now fell in loose waves to his shoulders.

 “Callie says the storm has passed and you all should get some rest.” He said. “So then, Your Highness, Sir Knight,” he nodded to Isaac and Neil. “Come with me to your quarters,”

Isaac didn’t fail to notice a soaking wet Iggy sitting on Artemesio’s shoulder, wringing out what appeared to be a small piece of fabric. The monkey then handed it to Artemesio who thanked him lightly and proceeded to tie the red fabric around his head.