The wonders of star chasing
Hey guys, welcome to the new year. Ok I know what you are thinking, "Where the hell have you've been?" unfortunately collage life and work life got really hard for me in the last 6 months so I have been too busy or too tired to do any writing. But I hope to start getting back on track with it all, as for my other story; I hope to continue it as well but I'm thinking of re-writing it so it would be better and make a lot more sense. But I'm still on the fence with it, since I'm not very good at AU plots yet I'm hoping that if I write more follow-the-plot story's on top of the writing class I'm thinking of taking, it may improve my writing ability which Ill be able to put to use in Wera Chronicles. But for now I'm looking forward to writing again, thank you all for the support and help through the last couple of months, I would've stopped writing along time ago if it wasn't for you guy's.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
William Shakespeare
The waves gently rocked the boat as it sailed through its dark waters, the sky have long been ambushed by the dark clouds overhead. A young boy sat on the bow of this boat, arms resting on the rails as his legs gently kicked back and forth in time with the waves; while his eyes gazed upon the darker storm on the horizon.
"Will," A voice called. The boy turned his head to acknowledge the speaker; an older man was leaning out of the hatch that lead to the lower deck. He was eying the boy with concern.
"The storm will be here soon, you should come down." The man continued, Will looked back to the storm again before nodding.
"Alright dad, I'll be down in a minute." The boy's father nodded before heading back below deck. Will turned and looked at the dark storm ahead just in time to see a lightning bolt flash across the sky. Smiling, Will stood up; unhindered by the boats rocking and headed below deck.
Below deck was a small living space, on one end was a camp stove in the corner next to a sink and some cabinets that made up the kitchen; on the other side was a small table with padded bench seats that were covered in papers and equipment that his mother and father were both sitting at sharing a computer.
"This storms gonna be big," stated his mother as Will sat down with them. His father eyes were fixed on the computer screen with mixed concern and concentration.
"Will we be ok?" asked Will catching both his parents attention, his father offered the boy a reassuring smile.
"We will be fine, we're anchored just out of the storms path; we may get a little wet but that's all." Will nodded his understanding.
"And besides, now that you're old enough we have something important to give you." added his mother as she dug through her pockets upturning everything in them.
"We wanted to give this to you on the day but I was getting it fixed–got it!" Will's mother announced excitedly as she held out a small pouch for will to take. Will couldn't help but smile as he gently received the pouched and opened it. Inside was an old lensatic compass with most of the original paint was chipped and a few light scratches in the cover. It was attached to a small leather rope large enough to be worn around the neck if need be.
"This was your great-great Grandfathers during the war, he claimed it was lucky as it survived every battle with him. It has been passed down ever since, it was mine; and now it is yours. Then one day you will pass it down to your children when they are old enough. Take good care of it," his mother explained with a smile. Will's eyes widened as he looked down at the compass again and grinned.
"I promise I will take good care of this, thank you" Will replied gratefully as he placed the cord over his head and tucked the compass under his shirt.
The loud rumble of thunder overhead and the sudden downpour of rain rudely interrupted the moment between them as the boat began rocking more violently. The small family steadied themselves as the boat began to creak in protest to the waves and wind outside.
"Stay here," Will's father, ordered as he headed above deck. The seconds ticked by slowly as both mother and son listened to the howl of wind outside and the heavy patter of rain. A loud thunderclap sounded overhead followed by the sound of heavy creaking.
"Sarah!" Came his father's frantic voice over the storm, Will and his mother both jumped to their feet and quickly made their way above deck only to be immediately assaulted by the storm.
"Make sure the sail is secured and please be careful." Sarah told her son as she headed to where her husband was dropping the back up anchor off the side of the boat. Will quickly made his way over to the mast being mindful of the slippery surface the rain had created, he noticed one of the tie downs on the end had come loose. Moving fast he grabbed the rope and began to secure the sail, a loud crack could be heard from the boat as the sail arm swung loose; hitting Will square in the stomach, sending him overboard.
The water was cold and violent as it tossed him around like a rag doll, panic setting in when the need for air started making itself known. Kicking and flailing his arms desperately Will dragged himself to the surface, gasping for air as he attempted to keep himself above water. Only to be dragged back under again. Breaking the surface for the second time he quickly surveyed his surroundings.
Horror set in when he could not find the boat, he couldn't have been taken that far way from it so quickly. In the dark his hand met wood and he jumped, quickly realising it would keep himself afloat he pulled himself towards it only to have his blood run colder then the water he was in.
It was a mast arm, from his parents boat; he felt fear and anguish at the thought.
No, no, they can't have sunk. Will thought to himself as he clung to the wood. The boy let out a sob as he felt the adrenalin starting to wear off and exhaustion taking its place.
I'm lost…. He thought as his eye's started to droop, but not before he herd the sounds of wings beating. But by the time the boy was grabbed, he had fallen unconscious.
Constructive criticisms are always welcome and feel free to Pm me if you have any questions thanks again ;)
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