Everette
I see Lilura walk out of the room. Blood staining her fingertips like roses. I look down at my at shirt to see her blood blossoming against the white. I turn to see Walter snoring in the corner. I'll just leave him to sleep it off. Creeping out of the kitchen to the deck where water pounds the wood, I see Alan scowling. He stalks towards me, a wall of muscle. I run a hand through my hair.
"Hello, how may I—"
"Lilura, What happened?" He growls. I scowl at him. His protectiveness if her in endearing, but annoying.
"She and Walter got drunk of rum. Then She freaked out about the memory." Alan's scowl deepens as a growl claws through him.
"Well we have to tell her-"
"You will do no such thing," I command him. At the authoritative tone in my voice, he backs down.
"So you have a plan?" He challenges me, an eyebrow cocked up as he crosses his arms.
"No, not yet. We will still be seeing the witch and I'll explain after that I suppose." Alan growls something under his breath. I catch the words witch and bad idea. "I understand your dislike of witches and curses, but this is our last chance to cure her." At those words, he softens and his bristling exterior softens. I sigh and clutch his arm, pulling him into a hug.
"I miss her too. We're so close, I can feel it." My words float in the humid air before he release each other and walk away. He disappears into his room while I turn to the foggy deck. The rian has let up to a slight drizzle but winds howls in the night. The fog clings to us and every breath feels cold. I walk over to Blayze. He had a large gash over his eyebrow as he seems to creak with every movement.
"My Captain, we are off course and will take two days to correct it. No man was stupidly injured nor was the ship. Minor repairs to the deck and sail will be needed. Most of the gun powered we were to trade has gotten wet, but no other goods have." He finished his report before sinking onto a barrel.
"Thank you. Are there any storms to come in the next days?"
"No sir, not to my knowledge." I give a curt nod, dismissing him. I scan my crew. They are tired and well worn. They mumble between themselves as their feet drag behind them. I scan the ocean, at the tossing waves. Wind boom in my ears, blowing my hair.
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The Cursed
FantasyComplete Lilura woke up in strange arms with no memory of how she got there or what came before. She finds a new beginning with her loyal guard, and a captain to the ship she calls home. But Lilura is not satisfied with her life, she needs to know...
