English isn't my first language .So kinda sorry if sometimes what I'm writing doesn't make any sense .^^
Fresh air , at last .
Smelly refugee like him weren't allowed out of the hold , but at the moment he couldn't care less.
He put on his best " Stop me and you're going to eat your teeth for dessert face " and walk straight out of this nightmare.
He remembered Gwaren ,and the relief he felt back then , when he finally managed to get his family on board.
The thought send him in a hysterical laughing fit.
« Get your ass back in the hold , you crazy ! » a toothless sailor warned him.
Hawke just ignored the man and kept on laughing some more.
« Touched in the head or something!?How about you swim back to shore ,heh, see if you're still laughing then. »
« How about I shove that broom up your ass ? »replied Hawke
« You think you're clever ,just you wait. We don't take shit from the likes of you! That's not how it 's working out there, buddy.. »
« I'll deal with it. »a ginger haired woman interrupted.
She was tall ,broad-shouldered and clearly not the funny type.
The sailor looked at her a few second then with a « alright , your problem mam » got back to his sweeping.
She went by Hawke side , took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
« Are you alright » she asked.
« Urgh. »
« We're reaching shore in a few days... »
« It doesn't feel that way. »he signed. »I usually fancy the smell of shit, piss and despair .But Maker , I freaking can't stand being locked up like this. »
« We all feel the same , you know.I fail to understand how you being thrown overboard would help though. »
« I don't know , could be fun.I'm as graceful in water as a swan...A very very drunken swan who's clearly never learned to swim ,that is. »
« You've lighten up.I guess that's something » she replied sternly.
They stand there in silence for a few minutes.
And in the same silence walk back to the hold.
He wished she'd just stop crying.
At least she didn't moan as loud as all the others.
It was hard to breathe down there , the air was thick and humid, it was suffocating.
So suffocating , he wanted to scream .
They didn't talk much , all ghosts with haunted eyes attending a undending funeral.
Carver was stroking her hair , »we're fine , mother. »he sometimes whispered.
Aveline was next to them , a painful look on the face , contemplating her hands.
The boat movement kept on making him feel sleepy.
In a corner , a little girl started to sing quietly , he frowned and tried to make out the words of the song.
He just needed to kept his mind occupied ,that's all, away from Bethany.
« Guess I should get a medal for being so good at failing people " he thought.
His sister used to sing , some evening when they were all tired from working the field , all the family , sitting by the fire they'd eat and tell each others stories .She knew the Chant almost by heart ,he would fall asleep to her beautiful voice.
Tears started to burn his eyes , he buried in face deeper in his dirty cover and just wished the ogre had smashed him to pieces instead.