"It was pure luck, really, that this hadn't happened sooner. Two years of keeping out of his reach had really been testing the limits of fate, and the sane voice inside her head kept telling her she would have to face him eventually. The world was b...
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I love you. And I will always love you. Like the tide loves the sand, like the moon loves the sun, like winter loves the promise of warmth and like the cold rain loves the bright blue sky. You will always be a heartbroken moment out of reach and I am sorry we can not be together.
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The Albatross sailed lazily into port as Sanem set to work organising her crew. Before diving into the city, they needed a comprehensive list of everything that the ship and its sailors might require over the next few months; food, weapons, gunpowder, cloth to repair the sails should they get damaged (again). She hoped her purse would cover everything. They could always resort to fishing if the rations ran out too soon, it wouldn't have been the first time. But Deren had a tendency to get irritable when living on fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner for weeks on end, and Sanem would rather avoid that.
She noticed Osman standing near the brow of the ship, gazing out at the glowing lights of the shoreline as the ship approached, he seemed lost in thought as the warm evening breeze left gentle ruffles in the sleeves of his t-shirt.
"You okay?" She asked, walking over, her own arms folded in what she hoped was a non-threatening manner. A bruise over his eye was forming from where she'd so kindly knocked him out a few days ago, the sight of it made her wince.
He looked up, slightly startled. "Uh, yeah." His eyes returned to the port in front of them - still wide awake despite the growing darkness.
"You can leave if you want, you know," Sanem offered with a calming smile. "I'm not going to hold you captive here, we're not all like Yigit. Some of us are actually nice."
Osman nodded faintly, though he didn't give a reply.
Sanem left him be, wondering if she would return back to her ship later to find that the siblings had vanished. It was their choice. She wouldn't take that away from them.
Returning to her cabin for a few minutes, she pulled her cloak onto her shoulders before fetching the handful of gold coins they had left, along with a letter that had been sitting on her desk for the last few hours. The ink was dry now.
Bulut caught her arm as she slipped back out of her room, having hidden discreetly in the shadows of the hallway, but it wasn't her he'd been hiding from.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"Sure," Sanem agreed, noticing the calm tremble in his hands. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He glanced behind him as if checking to see whether anyone was around to overhear. "I wanted to talk to you about Deren."
Sanem fought of a knowing grin. "Alright." She'd been expecting this conversation for a while. He'd been taking his time.
