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"Please sit, sit!" The captain commanded softly, adjusting the folds of his cape around himself. Grace hesitated, suddenly nervous, but then Lorcan gently squeezed her hand and lead her to a seat. Darcy following and elegantly sinking into the plush upholstery.
"Now, why have you all come to see me?"
"Well, Captain, Miss Tempest here wanted to talk to you about something", Lorcan answered as he sat in the chair next to Darcy.
"Grace?" The Captain's whisper asked curiously, his masked face turning towards her.
"Er…yes" Grace shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "you see, I had a dream…well…not a dream exactly but…"
"A vision?" The Captain suggested.
"Sort of like that…it was about Connor. He was going to Ma Kettle's, but there was another boat, and for some reason I keep thinking something bad is going to happen, but I don't know why I feel this way!" She replied, her voice rising in mild panic.
"Tell me Grace, this isn't the first time you've had a vision like this is it?" The Captain queried.
"N-no, I suppose not, there was one time before…"
"Indeed, you saw through Lieutenant Furey eye's when he was blind and felt his pain did you not?" The Captain muttered.
Next to her she felt Lorcan stiffen, Darcy turned her head to look at her curiously.
"You saw…you felt what it was like…how long for?!" Lorcan asked, voice filled with shock.
"Lorcan? What ever do you mean?" Grace answered , taken aback at his reaction.
"Tell me Grace, how long were you in that pain for!" He ordered, his blue eyes filled with concern, and fear…for her.
"A…a few minutes at the most" She replied at last. Immediately Lorcan relaxed slightly.
"I didn't want you to be hurt," He muttered dropping his head slightly as if he was embarrassed at his outburst. Grace tore her eyes away from the boy to look over at the captain, who was sitting calmly waiting for them to finish talking.
"It's clear Grace, you have a gift," He began, "your able to sense those that you love are in discomfort and pain, but more than that, you can see the world through their eyes. Mosh Zu was indeed right about you, but I don't think even he saw your true potential."
"What do you mean?" Graced asked, sitting up in her seat.
"I mean Grace, you have a power, it may not yet be at it's full power, you can only enter the minds, and feel the emotions of those very close to you and only for short moments of time. But, if we work together, you may one day be able to enter the minds of anyone for much longer periods of time. With someone like that you'd become one of the greatest healers of all time,"
Grace was amazed at this knowledge, that she might be able to become a great healer, but this didn't help her immediate fears. "But what about Connor? What am I to do?" she asked.
"I'm sure Mr Furey wouldn't object to escorting you to see him, the night is only just about to begin after all.
"I'd have no problems with that at all," Lorcan answered, looking up for the first time.
"I'll come to," offered Darcy quickly.
"No Darcy…we need you hear…if the figure head disappears the crew will know that people have been allowed to leave the ship, and then they'll all want to do" The Captain interjected.
Darcy opened her mouth to disagree, before stopping; she could see sense in the captain's words. Of course, she had her duty to the ship first and foremost.
"Mister Furey if you please, set up a light boat to leave, Darcy if you can hold of striking the dawning bell for a short while."
A short while later, Grace, Lorcan and Darcy all stood on the deck, looking out over the dark sea.
"I do wish I was coming with you, I hate being left behind again," Darcy sighed.
"Next time, I promise Darcy, you'll be the one coming on adventures with me." Grace said, stepping forward and embracing her friend.
"I truly hope so Grace, I truly do" Darcy answered, kissing Grace on her cheek.
"Travel safe, Mister Furey," Darcy added, giving Lorcan a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, "I'll wait till your both a little out at sea before sounding the bell," she promised.
"Thank you Darcy" Lorcan said nodding, fixing his heavy cape around his shoulders once more as he stepped into the boat.
"See you soon Darcy." Grace added, pulling her own cape about herself, before taking Loran's outstretched hand. Lorcan pulled her onto the boat with suprising ease, she settled into one of the seats and began to undo the main sail. The boat was lowered into the water, landing with a soft splash, Darcy waved once more before disappearing behind the deck rail. Lorcan steered the small boat out into the mist, which enveloped them in freezing fog, making Grace shiver vigorously despite her thick cape.
"Grace, you look freezing! Here take this," Lorcan let go of the tiller, taking the cape from around his shoulders and draping it over her.
"No…Lorcan I can't, it's too cold for you!" Grace protested weakly, nonetheless drawing his cape around her more tightly.
"Nonsense Grace! It takes more than a little cold to kill a vampirate!" Lorcan boasted.
"Well then, what does it take?" Grace asked curiously.
Lorcan frowned all of a sudden, "Not taking blood…or being stabbed in the last place our bodies felt pain before our deaths".
Before Grace could stop herself the words slipped out, "Where was the last place you felt pain?" She snapped her mouth shut, immediately regretting her words.
Lorcan bit his lip for a moment, before undoing the top buttons of his shirt. "Here," he answered.
Grace Gasped.
Along Lorcan's pale skin was a horrific, livid, scar, which ran in a series of loops and zigzags stretching down beneath where the rest of it was hidden underneath the shirt. It was as if someone had tried deliberately to find how to hurt the Irish boy the most.
"W-what happened to you?" Grace asked, filled with disgust that someone could do that to Lorcan. Lorcan, one of the kindest, most honourable peoples she new, how could anyone hurt him like this? She suddenly found herself extremely angry, angry at whoever had hurt him.
"Lorcan, tell me what happened!?" She insisted, unable to tear her eyes away from the gruesome scar.
"No…not now Grace" Lorcan replied stonily, fascinating his buttons once more.
"But bu-!"
"Grace, Look!" Lorcan cried, pointing forwards through the thinning fog. Grace turned and looked, her breath catching in her throat as Ma Kettle's Tavern came into view.
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