*It's fine with me Ayumi*And I'll bring Nash into you guys since my other character is gone.... *
Nash buted into the twins room.
"Why haven't you been out on deck?" he asked. It ha well been past time for them ot come up and the boy was suposed to take up the Crow's nest for now.
*I'll proble take on another Character because we have only three people posting...*
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 moved slowly, the pain of my wounds and shock of Sean's condition weighing heavily on me. The twins slowed down to wait for me, but they were of no help when my knees finally buckled on the dock.
I dropped to my knees, bringing one hand up to my shoulder. Blood fell on my fingertips. Great. I was bleeding again!
I waited, completely exhausted and powerless, as men hoisted me up and carried me after Sean. It was en route that I finally recognized this place: I was home.
I passed out.
"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
Sean awoke with sweat beading on her forhead. Her whole body hurt now. What was wrong? Earlyer she was just fine. A healer sat beside her, studying long and hard and then going back to his work of crushing urbs and other missleading items she could not name.
Nash saw her puzzlement and reasured her. He looked over to another bed and Jake was still out.
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
Name - Isabella Maria
Age - 17
Appearance - brown hair, cut to shoulders and hidden under hat. Brown eyes. Tall and relatively thin
History - Isabella has lived alone on the streets for as long as she can remember. She pretends to be a man most of the time, because it's easier for her to survive that way.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind