Son of Calypso (h20vanoss)

~Chapter Ten~

"....cruel and cold like winds on the sea...."

*nightmare*
Little Jonathan heard thunder and lightning roaring above him as his mother dragged him from their house. The rain battered down on them as they ran. He didn't, know what was going on; his mother stopped and knelt down infront of him.
"My child," she said, "Whatever happens tonight, remember three things; remember to never tell, remember me, and remember how much I love you. Understand?"
"Yes ma ma," Jonathan sniffled.
She kissed the top of his head, standing up to resume their way to wherever she was taking them. Little Jonathan could only focus on the thunder and lightning as the ground turned from dirt to sand. He saw a small row boat, a bag packed. His mother turned to him. Tears running down her eyes as more rain came down.
She went on her knees and started to take off her locket; she handed it to him and looked him in the eye.
"Whenever you open this, it will play our song," she explained, "Whenever our song plays, think of me. Whenever you're afraid, open this and think of mommy. Promise?"
"I promise mommy," he started to cry.
She hugged him tightly, clipping the necklace around his neck. She then went inside the boat, and started rowing off just as green light flash on where the horizon might be. Rain streaked down as he covered his ears.
"Mom?," he cried out.
Wind howled.
"Ma ma!?"
Lightning flashed
"Mommy!?"
Lightning roared.
"MOTHER!"
*end of nightmare*
"AAAHHH!," Jonathan let out a scream filled with fear and terror, shooting up from his spot.
There was ringing in his ears as he felt numb; it was like someone fired off an explosion next to him. He kept hearing someone talking, and then barely feeling something take hold of him.
"Jonathan!," he heard someone call out his name, but it was fuzzy.
He saw the door burst open with several people running inside. Cold sweat was coming down his forehead and back as he saw people talking and yelling, people taking hold of him and looking at him. They were saying things, but he couldn't make it out. Soon his gaze was turned to Vanoss's as he started to hear something awfully familiar. The song that he always played whenever he couldn't fall asleep.
He felt a little at peace as he fell against a chest, arms around him, protecting him from harm. He felt himself start to doze off as the world around him faded.
"Jonathan?"
He heard his mother's voice.
"Jonathan..."
He wanted to respond, but he couldn't find his voice.
"Jonathan....Jonathan."
His eyes opened to see sunlight coming in through the summer curtains, the warm comfort from blankets. He groaned as he tried to get up, but couldn't find his strength. A hand was on his shoulder, pushing him down gently.
"It's ok Jonathan," he heard a voice, "Just rest."
"E-...," he tried to speak, "E-Evan?..."
"I'm here Jonathan," Evan spoke, "I'm here."
"What happened?"
"You had a nightmare last night. It was a bad one."
Jonathan remembered the plenty of times he would have a horrid nightmare, awaking people who lived nearby and causing the pour house lady to come running up the steps to his room to comfort him. His friends would come in the morning to see him in bed, still shaken from the nightmare. He felt tears rising up in his eyes as he began to choke back cries and sobs. Evan held him as close as possible to keep him safe.
"Shh," Evan whispered in his ear, "You're safe, it's ok, I'm here."
Jonathan kept crying, hearing movement and more arms wrapping around him. He looked around him to see all his friends, old and new, gathered around him. Jonathan felt comforted, just like when his mother would hold him as they rested in front of a warm fire. That's when it hit him.
"I need answers," Jonathan got up, "I need to go back home."
"Home?," Craig questioned, "We can't take a pirate ship, hell, five of them into Britain territory."
"No, I used to live on a different island, that wasn't inhabited by anyone else. I need to find it again."
"Well how are we supposed to find it?," Lui asked.
"Well, can I see a map?"
In Vanoss's office, he laid out a map and all looked at it.
"Well?," Wildcat questioned, "Which island is yours?"
Jonathan looked at the map; he hoped that one striked familiar. He traced his fingers across the thin paper.
Come on, Jonathan frowned, Where would it be? It could be obvious where it is, but all the storms that always hap-
It hit him.
"Where is the place with most storms?," he asked Vanoss.
"Right around this area," Vanoss pointed, "But there isn't an island there Jonathan."
"There is. I know there is."
They made eye contact; Vanoss gave a curt nod.
"Then let's get going," Vanoss smirked.