Emerson's long, olive legs dangled upon the docks and into the cold water below. The air was crisp and left a chill on his spine. His dark blue eyes nearly resembled the waters upon which his ship was docked on. The ship which he had inherited from his father long before he was grown. When Captain Dally passed all those years ago, his legacy was handed to Emerson along with the ship. Lady Melete, the crew had referred to the ship as. Tomorrow the ship would be his for commanding. And as much training and preparation as he had so far undergone, nothing would be able to prepare for what lay ahead. As Emerson was caught up in his thoughts and the lapping of the waters, a red-haired girl had creeped up behind him. Emerson watched as she sat down besides him in total silence.
"You know you can't just creep off to the docks every single time something stresses you out." The girl said, in a thick Scottish accent. Emerson chuckled.
"I know Melanie, I know." Emerson spoke, looking over at the waters and back at the girl. Melanie's short, curly hair wisped around her face as if the wind ruled over it. She reached a pale hand to her head to hold her hair in place behind her ear.
"Sometimes I don't think you do" Melanie rolled her eyes, removing her hand from her head and using it to remove her black boots that reached mid-calf. With her shoes off, she dangled her feet into the water and smiled at Emerson.
"So," Melanie questioned, "what's bothering you?"
"We leave soon, Mel. You've known this" Emerson groaned, laying back on the dock with his toes still in the water.
"It can't just be that." Melanie continued.
"Fine," Emerson groaned. "I'm scared that they won't like me. Or that I'll be a shit captain. Or both" He spoke in nearly a whisper, not wanting to admit to being insecure.
Melanie chuckled, earning herself a frustrated glance from Emerson which made her stop immediately.
"They're all your mates," Melanie spoke, reaching a hand back to pat Em's shoulder, "Plus you're a righteous captain from what I've seen."
Emerson smirked, "Thanks, Mel." He sat up and brushed any muck he had gathered from the dock off the backs of his thighs. Melanie put her boots back on as Emerson reached
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Ship In A Bottle
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