The young boy thrashed about on the small hammock. The walls creaked as the nails attached were pulled. Everyone else in the cabin slept peacefully, save for him. This dream had haunted him for months now, yet he still failed to confide in his friends about it.
The floorboards on the other side of the door squeaked silently. A shadow appeared at the bottom of the door. Its owner pushed slightly on the wood. A women with a candle paused momentarily, debating whether or not to proceed with what she was about to do, before stepping forward slowly.
Upon reaching her objective, she stopped. Contemplating once again; for she had very little courage. But once convincing herself that it was for the best of the crew, she reached out and gently shook the boy from his restless sleep.
His eyes shot open and he was immediately alert. He turned around to view who had woken him. Once seeing the girl, almost cowering in the corner, he relaxed. He had known that this was bound to happen eventually, he just hadn't expected it from her, let alone so soon.
He slid quietly out of the makeshift bed, his bare feet padding softly across the wooden floorboards. Once close enough, he grabbed the young lady's wrist and pulled her out of the cabin and onto the deck.
The moon was shining delicately on the grassy deck. The trees rustled lightly in the cool breeze. The man who was supposedly to have been watching the waves on the top of the main mast was snoring softly.
"You must have at least a few questions, don't you?" the male said. He chanced a glance over at the woman, who was staring at the lunar circle that was high in the sky. His inquiry went unheard.
"Kuresu? Are you alright?" His voiced was laced with concern. The female continued to stare at the moon. Finally, registering the fact that there was still another person lingering around, she turned to him.
Her eyes burned a deep crimson red.