P.O.V- Subodai

It seems like an eternity has passed before I finally dock this pathetic excuse for a ship at the Skull Island Docks. Gently picking up Seamus in my arms I take off running to the shopping area, dodging random civilians along the way. A few curses are thrown my way as I nearly bump into multiple strangers, but with the matter at hand I can't seem to find it in myself to care. Once I reach my destination, I pause for a quick second to catch my breath as I search for a certain bridge. After finding said bridge I dash across it, being greeted by palm trees, wet grass, and mold.

After running through the jungle-like area for a couple of minutes a familiar tent comes into view. A roaring fire rests a few feet away from the tent, and only then do I realize how dark it has become. Just moments ago the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but now the moon is casting shadows in every corner of the vast jungle. "Maka Motl!" I cry out in desperation. A watermole Witchdoctor walks out of the tent. "Subodai? What troubles you, friend?" He asks, concern in his voice. His eyes widen as they come to rest on Seamus. "Can you help him?" I ask. I never was much of a beggar, but Seamus's life is on the line! I would do anything, even resort to begging, if it would save my beloved Seamus.

Maka examines Seamus for a second before replying. "Set boy down. Wait here." Maka retreats back to his tent, probably to get one of his many magical remedies. Being as gentle as I can, I lay Seamus's body down on the dirt in front of the fire. I kneel next to him, unable to do anything more than stare. The light of the fire reflects off his face, illuminating its beautiful features in a bright orange afterglow. This truly is a beautiful sight. Unable to resist the temptation, I run my fingers through his unruly golden locks.

Maka soon returns with a bowl filled to the brim with a strange purple liquid. I eye it with much suspicion. "Healing potion. Spread on body. Wounds go away." Maka sits on the other side of Seamus and sets the bowl down beside him. "Clothing off." At first I'm taken aback by his statement, but my confusion soon turns to embarrassment as I realize exactly what he's referring to. Reluctantly I remove Seamus's shirt, a blush staining my cheeks as I do so. Maka makes quick work of removing his pants. Soon enough the unconscious Seamus is left in just his boxers. Just knowing he's this close to naked is enough to turn me into a stuttering fool, but to actually see it with my own eyes...

"Now we begin. Watch." The watermole dips his hand into the small, wooden bowl. As he removes his hand droplets of purple fall to the ground, staining the dirt they land on. Maka looks over Seamus's body looking for a place to start. After a minute or so he decides on a small scratch on his left leg. Slowly and gently he spreads the liquid over the scratch. The liquid absorbs into the cut, and within the seconds it disappears altogether. I'm rendered speechless by this display of witchcraft.

Maka clears his throat, taking me out of my awe-induced trance. "You work on chest and neck. I do legs." A blush engulfs my entire face as I realize what I've been told to do. First I get to see it, and now I get to touch him? This must be heaven. Somehow I manage a nod in his direction as I dip my hand into the bowl. The liquid is surprisingly warm to the touch. With as much gentleness as I can muster, I pick a starting point on his chest and being spreading the liquid. As I'm doing so, I can't help but marvel at how soft his skin truly is...

Once all his scars are magically healed, Maka leaves to return his bowl of liquid to his tent. Seconds after Maka enters his tent, Seamus groans and lifts his head up off the dirt. Using his hands for support, he manages to get himself in a sitting position. "Captain! Are you feeling ok?" I ask, the concern in my voice easily noticeable. "I'm feeling a little drowsy, but other than that I'm fine." He replies as he realizes something. "Subodai, where are my clothes?" As my previous blush resurfaces, I hand him his shirt and pants. Seamus remains sitting as he puts his shirt back on, but stands up, wobbling slightly as he does so, to put on his pants. As he slips his pants on, he trips and starts to fall directly into the fire. Immediately I stand up, grab his wrist, and pull him close to me. Before either of us can say anything, a sound of rustling leaves is heard not far from us.

On instinct I pull my sword from its sheath and wrap my other arm tightly around Seamus. Seamus in turn wraps his arms around me, pulling himself as close to me as he possibly can. He is in no condition to fight, and I refuse to let anything harm him again. Waponis come walking out of the surrounding bushes lead by none other than Ratbeard himself. "Hello there, boys." The villain greets us in a voice that's nowhere near friendly. "You are not welcome here, fiend. Leave now or I will use force." The rat laughs a vile laugh as he smirks in my direction. "We'll just see about that. Get 'em, boys!"

Waponis charge at us, weapons raised high above their heads. In one quick movement, I shove Seamus behind me and stab an oncoming Waponi soldier through the chest. Blood flies through the air as the creature falls to the ground. Another one attempts to attack from the side, but its head is chopped off in one swift movement. A third attempts to attack Seamus; a horrible decision, really. The poor idiot didn't see it coming; it was stabbed through one of its eyes. With a cry, I hear it fall backward onto the dirt. Surprisingly, I didn't get any slice of eye on my sword.

I can feel Ratbeard frowning in my direction, but only for a second. He whispers something to nearby Waponis, but I'm too far away to hear what was said; I only catch nearly muted sounds. As I continue to kill off a never ending onslaught of Waponi warriors, I hear a sound that stops me dead in my tracks. "Subodai! Help!" I turn to see that bastard Ratbeard holding a sword to Seamus's neck. A tight grip on his wrist is what keeps him prisoner. "Make one more move and the boy gets it!" Anger floods through my system, but my fear for Seamus overpowers my anger. 'He's too far away! There's no way I can run over there before he slashes his neck!' Having no other options, I toss my sword on the ground. Ratbeard smirks as he orders, "Take him away, boys. I'll meet you back on the ship." Two strong Waponi warriors drag me away rather violently. The last thing I saw before being taken away from my captain were the tears that fell from his eyes as Ratbeard kept a tight grip on him, whispering things in his ear. I growl as thoughts of how I'm going to dismember the rat come flooding to my mind.