Siren Caves

Chapter Three

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"Pull the canvas up right fucking now!" The men around him jumped and stared at him for a second. Then, they scurried off to tell the men responsible for that their orders.

Cry hopped up from the crate and ran his fingers through his hair. Please don't let there be lightning, please don't let there be lightning. He gripped his hair and walked to the wheel, leaning against the railing behind it to watch the men. They were doing as told but the rain was coming down harder.

He watched as Russ and a few other men scurried up to pull up the canvas. His breathing slowly began to get faster as adrenaline filled him.

"Captain," He turned to see Scott and let his arms fall to his side, "I think you should go to your room. Russ can handle this." Cry shook his head.

"No, I'm staying out here." Cry retorted sharply, "I have to give orders, Jund."

Scott rolled his eyes, "He is a captain just like you, he can give orders–" A loud wind interrupted the man, making Cry look up with fear. The clouds looked worse.

"As the doctor of this ship, who has control over you, I want you to go to your room!" Scott finally said. Cry didn't look down at him, he just continued to stare at the clouds, "I'll send your brother to sit in there with you if you want. I'm sure he's already in there knowing him!"

Scott gripped Cry's arms, and Cry returned it, and shook him a bit to try and get him to look away.

"Look, Felix isn't here!" Scott yelled, "The beams won't fall! Get over it and listen to me." Cry finally looked down at him with a terrified expression.

"The beams." His voice only came out a whisper, but Scott could tell exactly what he was thinking. They stared at each other for a brief second, just as a low rumble echoed around them.

"No, no, no–!" Scott tried to stop the man, but Cry just shoved him away with ease.

"Russ!" Cry screamed, running down the steps, "Get down, get down, get down!" The rain was soaking through his clothing, the slick stairs almost making him slip. He held onto the railing of the stairs tightly as the ship rocked.

Cry's hands were shaking and his mind was clouded. So much was going through it that he could barely process the men yelling orders at each other around him. He spotted Russ tying the canvas up on the beams, struggling to hold it together. Another man was up there with him, but he was making his way to the center, leaving the rest of the canvas up.

It was all hitting him again. Seeing Felix up there, despite being a prince, tying up the canvas. If only he hadn't of sent Felix up there. But the insisting– the constant, "I want to help," "I don't want to sit in your room," "I can help, just because I'm a Prince doesn't mean I can't do anything!"

Felix was experienced with this type of work. Before his mother became paranoid about his safety after his sister passed, he used to sail his own ship. He had been a captain. So that's why he sent Felix up there.

But they both didn't know about the lightning. Felix was terrified of it, and now Cry was too.

The sight of seeing Felix tense while on the beam was coming back to him. Him dropping the ropes, him dropping the canvas. The flash of light just before his scream of agony tore through the air and the beam fell into the ocean.