" Just like old times, huh?" The voice was indistinct, almost silent, masked by the sound of the burning ship.
Tarrlok looked up at his brothers face, mustering a weak smile despite all of the burns he suffered from. His clothing was nothing but rags now, and his skin was at the flames mercy.
' How ironic...burning in the middle of the ocean...'
He had fallen off the bench he was sitting on previously, his body settling on the wood of the deck, which was quickly fracturing under his weight and the might of the explosion.
' It seems that I calculated incorrectly...The boat didn't explode entirely...'
Tears dripped down Noatak's face, but with Tarrlok's vision fading under the influence of the various clouds of ash and smoke, it could've been blood for all he knew.
Said liquid splattered on the deck as he coughed, wincing as the metallic flavor graced his throat.
Fire had claimed the front of the ship, and Noatak clung to the quickly receding deck. This action in itself showed his denial that the ocean would claim him.
Noatak extended a hand foward. The fingers must have been caught in the explosion, because there was nothing left but bloodied stumps.
His hand fell limp on the deck.
" Brother...why...?" he rasped, resulting in him inhaling the ash around him. He began to hack, grip on the boat loosening. Tarrlok reached forward, clasping his brother's wrist.
" No more worries," he reassured.
They both looked at each other, and Noatak replied, " No more pain?"
His tone was questioning, but he sounded as though his worries were now put at ease.
The boat splintered beneath them.
It was going to give out soon.
" Goodbye, brother," Noatak wheezed.
" No. It is only the beginning."
An audible crack echoed miles across the gray ocean, and the water claimed the two brothers.
(AN) I noticed that there are barely any fanfiction on this scene! So naturally I had to upload one of my own. I hope I get some reviews! *hint hint*