Bloodlines

Chapter 29

The ship of the Red Hair pirates gently sailed on the calm waters towards the island. Everyone made sure that everything was in place on the ship and others prepared food to serve the hungry men. It was still going to be a while until they arrived at the island.

Benn stepped out of the small cabin like structure, his one hand pulled out a cigarette as he closed the door. He lit it and inhaled deeply before breathing out a puff of smoke. His nerves seem to calm down instantly.

"Benn-san, how's Liza-san?" Aston asked as he walked towards the male and he glanced back at the younger male. He had a small plaster on his forehead and a large one on the side of his neck where Richard told him to cover up the tattoo.

"She's resting now. All of her wounds were cleaned and she's bandaged up," Benn replied, his brows twitching slightly as he thought back at Liza's deep, dangerous wounds and how much blood she lost.

"Hey, Benn, is she going to be alright? Her wounds looked pretty serious to me. What are you not telling us?" Richard asked as he came in next to Aston, his brows furrowed. Benn let out a deep sigh and walked towards the railing of the ship.

"Our ship's doctor said she was going to be fine if she continued to rest. Since her wounds were severe and she lost a lot of blood, he had to do a transfusion..." Benn trailed off and looked out at the blue waters, the color reminding him of her nostalgic blue eyes.

"It's a miracle that she's even alive. None of the bullets damaged any of her organs or her spine. She has the luck of the devil. According to our doctor, she should've died the moment after she was shot," Benn stated and their eyes widened.

Aston bit his bottom lip and grabbed his upper arm as he remembered Liza's cold body on his lap. She did die...if only for a few moments...but...she came back. She came back to them. She was alive now and that's all that mattered.

"You can go and see her when she wakes up. Shanks is with her right now. It's best if you let them be for a while," Benn told them and they nodded. He let out another breath filled with smoke and stared out towards the horizon.

They have a lot to talk about since they have a lot on their minds. He thought to himself and recalled the face of his captain when their doctor told him she should've died. It was filled with panic, dread and despair.

He hadn't seen him make that face in a long time and it made him worry slightly. What would've happened if Liza died? What would've happened to Shanks? Would he be able to deal with the loss? Benn shook his head.

He couldn't think of that now. All that mattered was that she was alive. She was breathing and her heart was beating, that's all that was important. He only hoped that everything would calm down and that those two stubborn people would already realize.

Realize what was in front of them.

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Liza felt her consciousness slowly return and soon enough her blue eyes fluttered open. It took her a few moments to blink away the blurriness in her vision. After a while, she could make out the wooden ceiling above her.

Her body felt numb, heavy even as she lay comfortably in what she saw was a bed. It was a small single sized bed, just enough for her to rest on. She winced slightly when she felt pain rocket her body and she decided not to sit up straight.

It hurt too much.

She heard a faint sound of snoring next to her and blue eyes rested on a sleeping redhead. He lay his head on the bed with his hands crossed underneath him and his red hair lay messily overshadowing a part of his face.