She was curious. Why? What did she want? Something from me?
I rolled my eyes. Whatever. "You don't have to stay. You got me down here; I'm good." To emphasize that I wasn't going anywhere, I strode, swaying slightly, to my bunk and plopped down on it. "See?"
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
Well damn. A kiss from a cute girl? I sighed as I laid back, staring at the blurry outlines of the top bunk. To think I was in this situation to begin with...
And she had been so great. Brave, snappy, sweet, and pretty.
Oh hell. I respected her!
Good one, Sean. You tamed the beast.
I fell asleep as the alcohol finally kicked in.
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
As she lay down in the resent remains of what was left behind by the other watch girl she pushed her hand over her lips."Hm...warm."she noted."To bed!"she called down to the crew. Nash had gon to bed hours ago and it was time for the res tto go to bed.
She acsidently fell asleep on her first night watching but luckaly they didnt run into anything.
*shes still sleeping by the way she need s to be woken up*
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
I woke with a splitting headache. Light killed my eyesight and made me feel sick, while sounds only amplified my pain.
God, I hate getting drunk...hangovers are awful! I rolled out of my bunk to find everyone else asleep, still. It was still dark outside...
What time is it? Before dawn, I know that much.
Still, I clambered onto the deck and looked around; the eastern horizon was turning purple. All was silent, and no one moved in the crow's nest, Sean's station. Was she asleep?
Only one way to find out. I climbed the ladder and found her asleep on Cate's old belongings.
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
The candle flickered as Billy dipped his quill into the ink again and scratched three more lines of small script: We had a run in with another ship today, lost our look out and picked up a straggler. Another kid no less. Nash seems content but I cant help thinking we should plan a rescue. Damn that man. He has no morals, only cares for battle and gold. Too much like his father. Billy dipped the quill again and signed his name before blotting the sheet and fastening it to his gull's leg. The bird had been away weeks this time.
The candle was blown out and Billy climbed into his bunk; he was fortunate enough to have a small cabin to himself. The ship rocked gently and Billy slept well, waking at dawn and following the usual routine.
I stood watch in her place, taking care of the job while she slept. I didn't feel that well, but she'd been pulled out of the ocean. It was the least I could do for her.
Down below, I heard Billy call everyone awake. I looked down at Sean.
"Sean?"
No answer. I shook her lightly at first, increasing the insistence gradually. "Sean, get up!"
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
