Edward's POV
Once we're done eating, Desmond and I walk out onto the deck. The moon is beginning to rise, and the water laps softly against the side of the ship.
"Desmond, I think I need to teach you some basics," I say.
"Like what?" Desmond asks, completely mesmerized by the moon.
"Like how to swing onto enemy ships without smacking against the mast," I say, grinning slightly. Desmond chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.
"You saw that?" he asks.
"Yeah, Thatch and I had a good laugh about it."
Desmond glares at me, and I can't help but laugh out loud.
"Come with me."
I walk down the deck of the ship, Desmond close on my heels. I hand him a rope that dangles off the mast of our ship, and he grips it tightly in his hand.
"Just take the rope in both hands, step off the side of the ship, and swing!" I say. I step onto one of the boxes that we have on deck and swing towards the stern of the ship. I drop off, pull out my gun, and pretend to shoot.
"You make it look easy!" Desmond whines.
"Come on, just try it!"
He sighs and copies my actions. The swing he does fine, but the rest... not so much.
As he tries to drop off of the rope, he flails a bit and lands awkwardly, therefore causing him to trip, stumble, and smack into the wooden planks that make up the platform where the wheel is.
I burst out laughing, and he glares at me.
"Shut up, Edward."
I bite my lip, trying to hold in my laughter.
"You need to work on your landing."
"No shit, Sherlock," Desmond replies.
I tilt my head to the side, confused.
"Who's Sherlock?"
"He's a detective who solves mysteries in London..." Desmond begins. When I remain confused, he sighs. "Nevermind. Let's just keep practicing."
We practice... well, Desmond practices and I watch, until Desmond sticks his landing. When he does, I put my arm around him.
"Good work, Des! Now, why don't you go get some sleep?"
He nods gratefully and walks to his room. I watch him go, and walk to my room, grinning.
He did well today.
A/N: Yay more updates!
Merry Christmas, btw. I wrote this on Christmas, and if you read it later... Merry Christmas anyway! (or whatever holiday you celebrate)!
I also apologize if I'm not updating as much on this book, I'm trying to finish one of my other books, so a lot of my focus is going into that. But don't worry, it will be finished soon, and once that's done, this book can have even more updates! That's a good thing! Anyway, I'm done with my rambling. Bye!
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