Siren Caves

Chapter Seven

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"It's okay."

Cry breathed out shakily as he stared at their hands. He squeezed Felix's hands lightly. His forehead was pressed against the other man's.

"It's not your fault." Felix rubbed the pad of his thumb over Cry's hand and let out a sigh, "You can't control the weather, and you can't control other people's actions."

Cry couldn't bring himself to speak. He could only stare at their blood and mud covered hands. He listened to the chatter outside of the medical tent as he tried to clear his mind. He felt sick. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed in the past 16 hours. He couldn't believe he did ... any of that.

"Just like ... just like when I fell into the ocean, you didn't cause that." Felix added softly. He leaned away from Cry and released on of his hands, reaching over to the bucket filled with water to grab a rag. He began cleaning off their hands as Cry still refused to say anything.

Once Felix was done with that, he wet the rag again and rubbed off Cry's forehead. Cry swallowed and did he best to keep his eyes away from Felix.

"Cry," Felix huffed, "Please talk to me."

Cry glanced up at him briefly. He wanted to talk to Felix so badly, he wanted to explain what he did on the beach, he wanted to talk with Felix for hours, but he just couldn't right now. Not after what happened to Mark, or Russ, or anyone else who was lost due to that damn ocean.

Cry looked back down at his lap and did his best to keep back tears that were threatening to fall. Felix let out another huff in defeat and tossed the rag back into the bucket. He shifted so he was sitting properly in the hammock, facing Cry. He leaned back, crossing his arms.

He stared at Cry blankly, looking him over as the man slowly brought his hands to his face. Cry rubbed his eyes and failed to stifle a sob. His hands moved to tangle in his hair as he curled up.

"I just want him back!" He cried, "Every time I send someone to do shit, they die and it's always my fault!" He looked up at Felix as he said this. "So don't you fucking dare say it's not!"

"Well I'm going to say it's not anyway because it isn't!" Felix yelled back. Cry flinched, surprised that he'd yell at him. "Like I said, you can't control the weather. No one can. You didn't know there would be another storm that would cause big enough waves to–"

"Captain Cryaotic!" Cry flinched out of his daze and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Mark. The man looked a little confused as he hurried over, and also a little concerned, "I just want to confirm our next mission, are you free?"

Cry uncrossed his arms and let them fall to his sides, pushing himself off from the beam he had been leaning on. He nodded at Marks question. The Captain gave him a seemingly relieved smile and nodded as well. He pulled out a tightly rolled scroll, which Cry was assuming was a map, and unrolled it.

"Okay, so the King gave me a map to the Siren Caves," Mark began, "What all are we retrieving there?" Cry gave the man a surprised look.

"He didn't tell you?" Cry asked, "That's a little shocking." Mark forced a brief chuckle and nodded, "We're retrieving our Prince."

"What?" Mark stared at him, clearly confused, "Wasn't he confirmed dead? And don't take that as in I don't want to help with the mission– I'm just a little confused." Mark looked at the map before showing it to him. Cry noted the colored lines and looked at the Legend.