[HIATUS] gift of the sea • woosan + seongjoong

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Wooyoung has been on the ship long enough to know how the crew was when they were hungry, or tired, or excited. Surprisingly, they wore their emotions on their faces bare. They were never really the type to hide how they felt or what they wished to say to anyone— no matter who they were with. Part of him believes that's just the nature that comes with being a pirate.

Truth is, Wooyoung's never seen the crew in a panic.

Until now, that is.

Yunho had raced up the steps to viciously turn the ship away from it's direction South, and head East instead. Mingi had frozen in complete shock, iced over while Jongho ran off to start a fire nearby. Yeosang had let out a string of curses and rushed towards his room, only to come back with a book of spells that he flipped through frantically. Hongjoong had began pacing while Seonghwa only stared at him with disbelief.

And San...

San just hugged him tighter.

Wooyoung definitely had his fair share of fearing for his life in the past few weeks, but this definitely took the top of the list.

San slipped a quick arm under his knees and hoisted him up, carrying him with rushed steps over to the kitchen. "Put the fire in the kitchen! Turn on the stoves and ovens and close the doors!" He practically snarls at Jongho, Seonghwa following after San with worry washed over in his gaze.

"What the hell is wrong with him!?" The officer stares in horror at Wooyoung's pale face and blue lips.

Mingi ran up to help Yunho while Hongjoong grabbed a nearby quilt and followed as well with Yeosang in front, Jongho carrying the fire pit carefully into the relatively small kitchen that didn't seem to fit them all comfortably. He handed it to San who quickly wrapped the freezing boy up tightly, his arms winding around the shivering form just as quickly and just as tight while Jongho lit the stove and opened the door to the oven, igniting it as well.

"It's a Cryosallas spell," Yeosang murmurs, eyes staring harshly at the words written in his book, grip tightening on the edges. "It's ancient, back from Druid practices. Only the oldest and most experienced warlocks and witches can perform the spell, and it's practically irreversible by mundane methods and most magic wielders. The spell starts slowly and spreads, freezing every part of the body until reaching the heart. The body is then turned to... t-to stone and the person dies. The spreading takes around... a-around 3 days before completely consuming the body and freezing them to death. This is not good."

"What do we do!?" San hisses, his hands slightly trembling from where they're clenched around the fabric of the quilt. Wooyoung's eyes are wide from fear, tears brimming around the red edges as he stared back at Hongjoong with terror. Hongjoong rubbed his face tiredly, anxious worry filling his bones. "We're going to Singapore and we're gonna take him to Solar. If there's anyone that can fix this, it would be her."

Jongho stares at Wooyoung with concerned eyes, biting his lip. "So... it takes around 3 days and two days already passed from when we were in the forest since Wooyoung got hit after pushing San out of the way. Does that mean the spell was meant for San inst—" Yeosang quickly slapped a hand over the youngest's mouth, giving him a sharp glare. "What was that you say? You're gonna make some hot soup for Wooyoung? Good idea!"

Yeosang had done good by shutting Jongho up, but the damage was already done. San's eyes were wide, and his face had paled as the implications settled into his mind.

Wooyoung had taken the hit that was meant for him. Wooyoung had pushed him away. He'd taken the spell that was meant for him.

You're the reason Wooyoung is dying.