Hey everyone, here is the fourth chapter to my story, I hope you enjoy it! Special shout out to jibblitmuffins3675 who was the first to review my latest chapter (before this one) and actually was the one to spark my interest in this story again! Thanks! And as I said, enjoy. (Or not, if you don't want to)
Disclaimer: I am still, sadly, not Scott Westerfeld. And all this stuff (except the plot) belongs to him.
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They ran through the corridors of the great whale, hand in hand. It was late, and except for the few members of the crew who were on night patrol, everyone was asleep. Alek was running through the ship, dragging Deryn, completely sure of where to go. Never hesitating whether to turn the corner, or go straight. When did he learn the plans of the ship so well?
"Blisters, Alek! Where are you dragging me to? And when did you start knowing how to navigate about the ship?"
"Dylan! I'm disappointed that you haven't noticed by now where we are going. Are you sure you are fit to be a midshipman? "He teased with a grin, sparks of mischief in his dark green eyes.
"More fit than you, anyways." She shot back. Then she thought back to all the turns and the climbing of staircases, when she realized where he was leading her. She shook her head in disbelief. He's gone completely bonkers! And she absolutely loved it.
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Alek saw a little shake of Deryn's head at the corner of his vision, and knew that she had figured out where he was taking her. He asked "You think I've gone completely mad, don't you?"
"Aye, I do! We could-no we will, get in a load of trouble in we're caught there at this time of night! Me more than you, for encouraging your behavior!"
Alek laughed, "So we just have to not get caught, then! Didn't you say before that I had 'a ruinous case of good luck'?"
"Oh aye, I just hope it'll apply to me as well." Alek could tell she secretly loved his little plan of adventure. The corners of her lips were turning up into that all too familiar grin, and her sapphire blue eyes matched his in the way they sparkled with playfulness.
"I am completely sure it will."
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As they sped through the halls, Deryn ran by her and Newkirk's cabin. So she decided to pop in and get a few things before they left.
"Wait! I want to grab a few things, it'll only take a squick." she called to Alek as she let go of his hand to enter her cabin. When she stepped into the cabin she walked to her dresser and grabbed her favourite scarf, a red one that ma had knit for her one Christmas, off the top of it. Then, she stepped to her desk and picked up her pair of clanker field glasses that alek had given her, and finally snatched Newkirk's right out of his hands.
"Hey! I was adjusting a screw on them! Plus they're mine, and why do you need another if you've got your own. Yours are better anyways!
"Just need them for a squick, Mr. Newkirk. I'll give 'em back in perfect condition."
Deryn replied.
"Fine" Newkirk grumbled.
"Thanks, I owe you one." She walked to the door, wrapping her scarf around her neck
"Hey, wait!" Newkirk called out to the wisp of dark red yarn, "What do you need them for anyways?"
"Deryn let out a bubbly laugh, "Skylarking!"