wind walkers ➸ gilbert blythe

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚'𝒔

꧁2.The Whitney's꧂

A N N A B E T H thought the bucket was bad but being a week on the sea now, with a storm raging over them, she prayed to god, that they would come out of here safely. The ship was rocking heavily under the pressure of the strong waves hitting it over and over again. People were vomiting all over the ground, sobbing and praying, just like Beth, for their lives. As the days went on Annabeth found herself often resting near one of the small dirty windows, beholding longingly for Prince Edward Island to finally come into view. Sure, she didn't know how the island looked neither would she recognize it. Every land seemed identical from the distance.

Because of the stormy weathers that often occurred during their passage, their arrival was almost a week later than expected. Surprisingly a lot of snow laid on the ground as they stepped on mainland in Charlottetown, after weeks of shaking and rocking. In Ireland it was rainier lately, so snow was not to be seen till in a month or so, neither was it as cold where they lived.
Her father seated her mother on a box, which stood almost in the middle of the shops. He gave Annabeth some money and told her to entertain herself for a while, till he unloaded their stuff and fetched them a lift to their to the train station. Not even thinking about carrying all of their stuff there. Shaking from the cold Annabeth went and searched for a store which sold blankets or jackets maybe, to keep her mother warm. It could take her father sometime after all and this early morning was almost icy.

People gave her weird looks as she walked along the snowy road, looking into every store that kind of looked like what she was searching for. Sighing in defeat as the first five were only food, a pawn-house and was too expensive, she turned around. In shock as she slipped on the soggy ground, falling on her behind with a small yelp. For a moment she thought she had heard somebody laugh at her, but then two kids came into her view, chasing after each other, giggling all along. A hand suddenly grasped her arm, pulling her up.

"You alright, Miss?" The boy asked looking her up and down, probably searching for injuries.

"Uh," was the only thing coming out of her mouth as she watched the boy staring questionably into her eyes.

"Miss?"

She snapped out of it. "Yes, yes! I'm fine, thank you." She straightened out her dress, setting her white Cap back in place. It was usual that younger woman wore those in Ireland, she did too but not often.

"Anything else I can do for the damsel in distress?" He asked jokingly. Annabeth huffed in annoyance. She didn't need help. And she would have been just fine with getting up herself. It wasn't like she had called for someone to come and rescue her.

"Not ever," she answered a little sulky, walking around the dark haired boy. I should have asked him, where to get blankets, she thought. But she was way too proud to turn around in search for actual help.