Heart to Heart

A Missing scene

Heart to Heart - A Missing scene

A door cracking echoed in the night’s silence allowed the escape of some shouts of laughter out of the galley. As soft winds took liberty to play with the few fugitive curls of her crimson hair, a grin settled itself in relief on Maeve’s lips. She chose to spend a few moments on deck that night, enjoying fresh air and the joy of a heartfelt relief… a kind of celebration, just like the one thrown inside the galley.

Though it’s not officially announced, but everyone on board was already in a cheerful mood and found for that night a suitable occasion to have a little party.

Yes, that night was a very special night for the Nomad, following the day where a dear Nomadian survived a close call. Everyone felt a peaceful bliss as not only their first mate’s life was rescued, but also his soul and his heart as well. He almost died during the day, three successive times!

While the first time was by a huge snake’s venom on the Isle of Bliss, the second one was the malicious threatening of Alanna in an attempt to retrieve the Singing Sword from Sinbad; and the last was when Doubar nearly lost himself for the same venomous harpy that lured him under the name of love within a lovely lady disguise. She broke his heart really deeply that the crew was sick worried that they would lose him for real, that they would lose their funny, laughing optimistic tubby and big brother. It was quite hard watching him withering like a dying flower. But seeing the devil she was, the wisdom inside the first mate lastly overcame his clashing feelings and his cracked heart and soul by letting him realize how truly loved he was by his own family and crew, how lucky he was for having such loyal friends and genuine love. 

Maeve rethought about it all as she gazed the dark opened horizon in front of her, enjoying the silent company of her brother. She was sure that it would take from Doubar some time to fully recover from such injury. For all she knew, the deepest the love the gravest its wound would be. But time was able to heal him well, no doubt with that, especially within the cordiality’s atmosphere his family was providing him.

She stood there -crossing her arms over her chest and securing her mantle over her shoulders- listening to the small sounds of her friends’ chatter, her smile wasn’t fading but in fact widening more. Each time a sailor came in or out from the galley, allowing the crew’s chuckles to reach her the smile just kept growing.

It was moments like this one when her satisfaction –mostly- became absolute. Although, it was true that a little part of her felt the pride swelled her inside recovering a part of her ego; after all she couldn’t help the hurt emotion from bothering her when even Sinbad doubted her words and distrusted her judgment at one point of that previous adventure. But again, the major part of her joy returned purely to Doubar’s recovery and the retrieval of his old sweet nature. That was the most important, she admitted to herself. She took a soft breath, lost in her rumination.

After a couple of moments enjoying the relieving silence of the night, another cracking of the door brought a familiar shadow behind the fiery sorceress. Maeve regained her smile as she felt a calming joy caressing her heart at the familiar presence. She turned her head swiftly to greet her captain who replied with a short nod mirroring her smile with one of his own.

Sinbad chose to stand beside his favorite crew member in comfortable silence for a while, maintaining his cheerful expression and crossing his arms as his eyes scanned the dark vicinity shadowed by the silver moon light. He then took a deep breath before starting his usual light talk, “A nice night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, the air is light and joyful. It’s probably Doubar’s aura affecting everyone’s mood.”

He nodded in agreement as his gaze took in the natural nocturnal scenery before him. “I still can’t believe that we could make it, that he could make it over everything happened there. It was so… close!” his voice trailed at his last words which caused Maeve to side glanced at him cautiously before he retorted softly, “Back then, there was a tiny moment I nearly thought I might lose him! That poison, and that dirty game Alanna played on us… and then what she did to him was the worst of all.”