Mikah

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

The next couple of days aboard the Derwent were

rough. The waves made me nauseous and even wound up making Phoebe hurl.

This is the exact reason why we need more efficient

travel other than ships and trains, for these are the struggles that we always need to face.

The only thing that truly kept me motivated was

knowing that I will presumably be in the place that will feel like home soon enough, and for now I just need to overcome the obstacles before getting there.

Phoebe stood before me, standing before all the

wind and water spraying up at her.

She said she felt better standing here than laying

down in the bed of our room, and I couldn't see why. But I helped her anyway, in the best ways I could.

Every once in a while, she would run up to the side

of the ship and hurl off of the boat. I know, disgusting, but it helped her stomach pains nonetheless.

Staring at her, I couldn't help but feel useless. I

couldn't help her in any type of way shape or form without her dramatically yelling at me, so I decided from then on just to let her be.

"I think I'm good!" She called out, and rushed back

indoors the ship heading towards where our room was.

I scurried after her, but it was truly hard to keep up.

She ran up until she got to our room, and flung the door open.

Plopping down on the bed, Phoebe fell the hell

asleep.

Seeing that I had some free time, and that the waves

were getting a bit better than before, I decided to continue on the stupid memoir Olsen wanted me to write.

I wouldn't do it for him, but I would do it for myself.

I AM ABOARD THE SHIP DERWENT STILL,

AND I CANNOT SAY THAT I AM IN THE MOST JOLLIEST MOOD.

THE SEAS HAVE BEEN ROUGH FOR THE

PAST COUPLE OF DAYS AND I PRAY THAT THEY WILL GET SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER, BUT ONLY LORD KNOWS, AM I RIGHT?

AS I SAID BEFORE, I'M ON MY WAY TO

RUSSIA, WHERE MY HOME IS, PRESUMABLY. I COULD JUST BE FOLLOWING A FALSE HUNCH, BUT PHOEBE TELLS ME TO STOP THINKING NEGATIVE AND I TRULY WILL TRY TO DO SO.

SHE'S BEEN HURLING THESE PAST

COUPLE OF DAYS LIKE CRAZY, AND I MUST SAY THAT I WOULD HAVE NEVER EXPECTED HER TO GET THIS SEASICK.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS JUST GET TO RUSSIA,

BUT WE HAVE NEARLY TWO AND A HALF WEEKS UNTIL WE GET THERE.

I'M ALSO QUITE WORRIED TO ARRIVE, YOU

SEE, FOR I'M QUITE WORRIED MY BIOLOGICAL FAMILY WILL HATE ME FOR GOING MISSING. BUT PHOEBE SAYS ITS NOT MY FAULT, SO MAYBE I SHOULD START TO LISTEN TO HER.

I MISS BEING ON LAND SO VERY MUCH IN

TIMES LIKE THESE, BUT AT THE SAME TIME I AM GRATEFUL THAT I GOT AWAY FROM OLSEN AS I COULD. HE'S AN EVIL MAN, AND I TRULY DOUBT THAT HE EVER TRULY DID LOVE ME.

IT WAS ALL A LIE, YOU SEE, FOR HE JUST

USED ME TO HIS ADVANTAGE.

I DIDN'T APPRECIATE THAT AT ALL, AND I'M

MORE THAN JUST FRUSTRATED THAT HE KEPT THIS ALL FROM ME.

SOON ENOUGH, I'LL BE WHERE HOME IS, IN

RUSSIA. BUT FOR NOW, I'LL BE AMONG THE ANGRY SEAS, HOPING FOR THE QUICKEST ARRIVAL.

***

The waves have gotten significantly better, and the

sea storm has finally stopped. It was a long two days of being on rough water, I can tell you that.

Sitting up from being in bed for practically the

entire two days with Phoebe by my side, I looked out the window and we were above the calm and warm sea.

"Phoebe!" I exclaimed.

She stirred up from her sleep, wryly looking at me.

I pointed towards our large window, excitedly

pointing at how calm the water was compared to how it was just a bit before.

"W-what?" She murmured.

"Look!" I exclaimed, "Look! The seas are finally

calm! Isn't that wonderful?"

She nodded, then flopped back down on the bed,

"Just wonderful." Phoebe replied.

I got up from the bed, too excited to even fully

concentrate at what was truly happening, and stepped outside our little deck.

The cool breeze blowed in my face, as I smelled the

peppermint type air. It was most definitely winter where we were headed, I can tell you that for a fact.

"Phoebe!" I screamed out once again, turning back

to where she laid.

She stood up then, scared for her life and worried

for the possible outcomes of what was happening.

I gestured for her to come towards me, and she ran

for me, placing her hands on the ledge and breathing in the cold air that shuttered over us.

Phoebe chattered her teeth, bobbing up and down

trying to remain warm.

"Why did you awaken me just for this... foolish

cold air?"

I shrugged,

"How do you not feel that breeze? Doesn't it just

feel absolutely wonderful?! And look, the water is finally cool again!"

"Angus!" She responded, "I was born in England, I

know what cold weather in like! Now let me go back to sleep..."

I shook my head,

"No, Phoebe. You must stay awake. You've been in

and out of sleep for the past two days, it's time to get up and do something."

I could tell she hated me for what I said, but that

didn't matter. She needed to get up an move around, and heck, so did I.

She walked back into our room, and then turned

towards me,

"Fine, I'll get up. But after I get dressed, you better

be ready to go up and have some breakfast. I'm starved. And not only for breakfast, but for a nice and wonderful cigarette. Feels like it's been ages since my throat has felt the wonderful feeling of smoke passing through my body, don't you think?"