Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I was off the grid for 2 weeks -.-
But I have my laptop back now, so I'll be able to write more and update more! This chapter's kinda short, only 7000 words, but enjoy!
For the third day in a row, Clarke woke up with a pained groan. She really had to stop getting stabbed/shot. It wasn't good for her health. She squinted when she opened her eyes at the bright light of the sun coming through her window, and rolled over so her back was to the light. Which turned out to be a terrible idea, since her wound screamed in pain at the movement. Clarke lifted her shirt up to look at the wound, which was actually not as bad as it felt. She could feel through the wrapping that someone had stitched it closed a bit clumsily, but the gauze was sufficiently wrapped around her waist. It was a deep wound, but small-not much to worry about. One more scar to add to her collection.
Hearing a snore from behind her, Clarke turned over again, and was surprised to see Bellamy sitting in the chair in the corner of her room. A smile lit her face, but she forced a frown onto her lips instead. She cautiously stepped out of her bed, ignoring the pains of protest her wounds made. She quickly threw on a pair of dark trousers and a light blue shirt, tying them together with a belt and silently crawled over to the chair where her Captain was sleeping. She cracked her knuckles, and her lips shaped into a sly grin. She lifted her right leg, and kicked at the legs of the chair Bellamy was sitting in. The leg her foot connected with broke off with a loud crack, and the now uneven chair collapsed, taking the Captain with it. Bellamy grunted in surprise and slid off the uneven chair and onto the floor.
Clarke chuckled at the look on his face. His eyes were wide open in astonishment, and his mouth formed an "O" of surprise. He looked up at her in confusion, and then understanding. It took him a while to realize that the injured princess had just kicked a chair out from under him. For fun.
"Did you just-" He started. Clarke laughed, and nodded.
"It's payback. For when you hung me off the ship." She bit her lip to try and conceal her laughter. Holding out a hand for Bellamy to grab, she helped the fallen Captain up off the floor. His hand was warm, and surprisingly gentle for a pirate's hand. Bellamy stretched and took a deep breath.
"Wait. You just got stabbed, and you almost drowned. You need to be in bed." He commanded, pushing Clarke back towards her bed earnestly. Clarke rolled her eyes, and pushed the Captain's worrisome hands away.
"I'm fine. It's just a superficial wound. Not the worst I've been through." Clarke coughed. Her throat was a bit dry, but she was still fine, despite the doubting look Bellamy gave her.
"You were unconscious for two hours, it looks like." Bellamy said, looking out at the sunrise.
"I just need to keep my wound clean, and I'll heal in no time." Clarke said with a roll of her eyes. Bellamy scoffed, but relented.
"You are the healer." He grumbled. Before Clarke could respond, her door flew open.
"Captain! Murphy's trying to take the ship!" Monty panted. He was leaning against the open door, and there was a cut on his forehead, and a bruise under his eye. Bellamy darted past Monty and out of the room. Clarke quickly grabbed her new sword from its hiding place and checked with Monty to see if he was okay.
"You okay?" She asked him, eyeing the cut on his head.
"I'm fine. We need to worry about Murphy right now. He's committing mutiny and he's got Octavia. He's been gathering support while you and the Captain were asleep and now he's making his move." Monty said, his eyes filled with fear. Clarke clenched her jaw, and ran out after Bellamy. If Octavia was in danger, there was no telling what Bellamy might do. He may be an ass half the time, but he really did love his sister.
She heard shouting from above, and Clarke hurried up the steps and onto the deck. She ran right into a mass of bodies, and the shouting was louder. She heard the familiar sound of a sword being drawn, and the clang of two blades meeting in combat.
"Fuck this." She muttered, pushing her way through the mass of people to the fight. Some of the crew sported bruises and cuts, and many had their swords drawn. Apparently a fight had occurred before she had gotten up on the deck, and now for some reason it had stopped.
When she had finally made it to the front of the crew, she saw Bellamy snarling at Murphy. The two pirates were standing across from one another, and behind Murphy were about a dozen of the crew. Octavia was being held by two of Murphy's cronies, who were looking like they regretted being on Murphy's side.
"If you want you're sister to stay as beautiful as she is, I suggest you lower your blade." Murphy snarled. Bellamy bristled and his grip on his sword tightened. Clarke could see the turmoil within the Captain, and she knew he would sacrifice his ship and his crew for his sister. Cursing, Clarke grabbed a pair of daggers off of the nearest person. She took a deep breath, raised the blade in her hand, and threw it at one of the mutineers holding Octavia. Before the other could react, the second blade Clarke threw hit him in the throat. Both of the traitors fell to the deck, and Octavia ran towards the other side of the ship where Bellamy's allies stood.
Bellamy lunged at Murphy with a war cry and Murphy barely raised his blade in time to block the blow. Bellamy feinted a swipe at Murphy's midsection, and then slashed at his leg. Murphy cried out in pain, but stood his ground. Clarke could see the sweat dripping down Murphy's face. She shoved through some more of the crew until she reached Octavia.
"Are you okay?" She asked the girl. Octavia nodded, but her focus was on the duel happening behind Clarke. Bellamy had Murphy on the defensive, and it was obvious that he was the better swordsman. Murphy's cronies had abandoned him after seeing their leader's inevitable loss, and the traitors were being tied up by Miller and some of the crew. Soon this mutiny would be settled, and Clarke had a feeling it would only end in bloodshed.
The clang of steel on steel drew her attention back to the duel, and Clarke saw Murphy desperately trying to hold back Bellamy's blade, but he was no match for the angry Captain. With a curse, Bellamy pushed down on Murphy's blade, and caused him to release his blade. The sword clattered against the deck, and Murphy fell to the floor and raised his arms in surrender, but Bellamy was poised for a fatal attack.
"Wait!" Clarke yelled, throwing herself in between Bellamy's blade and Murphy. Bellamy froze, and growled at Clarke to get out of his way.
"We're better than this. We don't need to kill him." She implored.
"Get out of the way, Princess. He's going to get what he deserves, the traitorous bastard." Bellamy spat. His gaze was not on the girl in front of him, but rather at the traitor behind her.
"I said no! You're not a killer." She shouted back. Clarke could see that she'd hit a nerve, and Bellamy slowly lowered his sword, finally meeting her gaze.
"He's the one that sold you out to Finn. He's traitorous scum that deserves to die. I should've killed him when I got back to the ship." Bellamy argued. Clarke flinched when he mentioned Finn, and looked back at Murphy angrily. He was cursing and clutching his wounded leg, glancing up at the two arguing above him.
"Still. He doesn't deserve to die. Nobody does." Clarke pleaded. Bellamy cursed, and sheathed his blade.
"Then what do we do with him and the rest of his mutinous pals?" Bellamy questioned.
"Banish them. Take them to an uninhabited island and just leave them there. No supplies, no weapons, nothing." Clarke suggested after a moment of hesitation. Bellamy stared at her intently for a minute, and eventually rolled his eyes in defeat.
"Fine. We'll do it your way. Take these mutinous assholes to the brig. Set course for the nearest deserted island. We've got trash to throw out." Bellamy ordered.
"Fuck that! I'm not going to be left to die on some island!" Murphy shouted. He pushed himself up and rushed at Clarke with his hand reaching for her throat. Clarke quickly drew her new sword and just pointed it at the man running at her, the tip of the blade nicking his Adam's apple. Murphy froze, and swallowed nervously, making the tip of her blade cut into his skin. A small droplet of blood fell onto her blade, and Clarke swore she felt the sword purr in contentment.
"You are going to go to the brig and await your banishment, or be the first life my new blade shall take. You decide." She said darkly, her blue eyes ice cold. Murphy stepped back, and let some of the crew grab him and roughly push him down to the brig along with his allies.
"Holy shit…" Clarke heard someone mutter. She smiled smugly. This was the perfect way to introduce her new blade. The swirling patterns on the blade danced in the morning sun, and the single drop of blood slowly dripped off the blade.
"When did you get that, Princess?" Bellamy whistled appreciatively, and Clarke sheathed her sword with a grin.
"I got it from a merchant in the market." She replied.
"It fits you." Bellamy stated, eyeing the sword and its wielder in awe. He turned to Miller, and together the two of them retreated into Bellamy's cabin, talking about charts and supplies. The crew all came over to look at Clarke's sword, and all of them thanked her and complimented her for how she handled the mutiny.
"Damn girl." Raven said, patting Clarke on the back. Smiling, Clarke walked over to Octavia and put her hand on her shoulder.
"You okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine. You were amazing, Clarke! That's such an amazing sword!" Octavia exclaimed with a giggle.
"It's nothing. I'm just glad you are okay." Clarke responded. Raven was drawn away by some of her fellow engineers to fix another leak in the ship, and Clarke took Octavia down to the infirmary to check her over just in case. Monty was already down there trying to treat some of the crew who were injured during the mutiny.
"Hey Monty, anything serious?" Clarke asked when she entered the room.
"Clarke! You are such a badass!" Monty shouted, pulling the princess into a hug. Stiffening, Clarke awkwardly patted Monty's back and pulled away. With a wide smile, Monty filled Clarke in on the status of her patients and helped her treat some of the more serious cases from the battle at the prison. She started to feel a little dizzy, and the pain in her side increased, but Clarke ignored the symptoms and got to work.
"Hmm. I think Morgan is getting an infection. This debris from the cannons at the prison could've introduced some sort of infectious agent into her system." Clarke rambled to herself. She peeled back the bandages on Morgan's chest, and inspected the discolored, pus-filled cuts.. Clarke had removed most of the shrapnel, but it was possible that there were still some pieces still inside some of her.
"All I can do right now is give her more antibiotics and try to remove the infected flesh, but that might not be enough." Clarke bit her lip in frustration. She knew what to do to treat her, but she did not have access to the right materials to treat this serious of a wound. After applying fresh bandages and antibiotics, Clarke moved on to some of her other patients. Many of them were well enough to leave the infirmary, and the ones injured in the mutiny had minor stab wounds and slashes that were easily treated by her and Monty.
During the hustle and bustle of checking on patients, Octavia had disappeared. Clarke wanted to go look for the girl, but her own wound was throbbing and Morgan needed constant attention and had to be quarantined away from the other patients. The infection was damaging the strength of Morgan's immune system, leaving her vulnerable to sicknesses, which could infect the other patients.
Clarke rubbed her temple tiredly. She'd dismissed Monty from his assistant duties earlier so he could rest and get something to eat. She placed a hand on her wound and grimaced. Morgan was panting and sweating, and it looked like a fever was taking hold of the wounded girl.
"Shit." Clarke cursed. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with cold water and used a cloth to wipe the girls forehead. Darkness shrouded the infirmary, and Clarke looked out the window to see the sun was already setting. Had the entire day passed already? Being so busy with treating and dismissing patients had made the time fly by. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. The infirmary was pretty much empty, save for a few sleeping patients. Morgan groaned in pain and fidgeted in her cot.
"That doesn't look good." A voice said from right behind Clarke. She whirled around in surprise, but relaxed when she saw the Captain smirking behind her. She playfully smacked his arm and exclaimed, "Don't scare me like that!"
Bellamy teased Clarke about not paying attention and handed her a bowl of soup and a piece of bread.
"Here. Monty told me you've been stuck in here all day." He said as he handed her the bowl. Clarke thanked him and munched on the bread, dipping it into the broth for flavor. Bellamy checked on the few patients still in the infirmary and then pulled up a chair to join Clarke next to Morgan's cot.
"You did a good job fixing up all those kids today." He complimented. Clarke swallowed a mouthful of soup, grimacing at the taste of spinach and cooked carrots. She shrugged in response to his remark, implying that it was all in a days work. They sat in silence while Clarke ate, the sounds of Morgan's labored breathing filling the room.
"What can you do?" Bellamy asked her after she set aside her empty bowl.
"Not much. I don't have the right equipment for surgery, so I can't remove any of the remaining pieces of shrapnel infecting her body. All I can do is treat the infection and try to keep her fever down for now." Clarke explained softly. She wiped Morgan's forehead again with a damp cloth. Bellamy sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with his hands. He had changed into a fresh cotton shirt and trousers and had bathed since the morning. His dark curls still looked damp. Clarke sighed as well, and they sat in silence for a few moments.
"After we take care of Murphy, we can try and get Morgan to a hospital or get better equipment." Bellamy said reassuringly. Clarke shook her head and Bellamy scowled.
"It might be too late by then." She muttered solemnly. Bellamy stood up and paced angrily.
"There has to be something we can do." He said. Clarke turned in her chair to face him, her expression grave.
"Even if I did have the right equipment, or we got her to a hospital in the next twenty-four hours, she probably won't survive the surgery. She's too weak. Even if she did survive the surgery, the infection will have spread too far by then." Clarke explained with a frustrated sigh. She looked at the wounded girl on the cot. Her skin was damp with sweat, and her face was filled with pain. She was suffering and Clarke didn't know what to do.
"I-I don't know what to do, Bellamy." Clarke stuttered. She stood up and paced around the room, trying to control her emotions. She hadn't been a healer on the ship long, but so far she'd only lost one person, Atom. Her life was filled with death and sorrow, and Clarke wanted to save at lease one innocent girl who was dying because of her. The weight of the world was crushing Clarke, and she didn't know how to escape. She leaned against the counter and sighed.
"She's dying and I don't know what to do." She choked. Bellamy looked at the lonely form of a broken girl, and he reached out to comfort her, but pulled away.
"Hey, it's going to be okay. Morgan's a fighter. She won't go down easy. We'll take care of the traitors, and then we'll take her to a hospital. Everything is going to be fine." He said softly.
"It's not going to be fine, Captain. The kingdom is dying, just like that poor girl." Clarke yelled.
"Don't you give up! We've come too far, and you have shit to do, Princess!" Bellamy shouted. Clarke turned to face the furious pirate, and her eyes contained a sorrow worth a thousand lifetimes of pain. Bellamy stomped toward her and pushed her back against the counter, his arm on either side of her body, his face inches away from hers.
"Listen to me. You said you wanted to save everyone. So that's what you're going to do. I'm going to be by your side, along with the rest of the crew, and we are going to destroy the corruption in this kingdom and put an end to the pain you've endured. I'm with you, Clarke, whether you want me or not." Bellamy stated fiercely. His brows were knotted in determination, and his brown eyes reflected her own image, the image of a broken girl. Bellamy's jaw clenched, and he waited for her response.
Bellamy was right. She had to focus on saving the kingdom, and putting an end to the camps and finding the one who killed her father. Clarke stared into Bellamy's warm eyes, and she accepted her pain. It was a part of her, and she had to live with it, rather than fight it. Yes, she had been tortured and experimented on, and betrayed, but she was alive. And she could make a difference. She would mourn Finn's death, but she would avenge all the lives that had been lost to the evil her family had created. She had people to support her now, and help her stand against the corruption of the royal family- her family.
Bellamy saw the shift in the princess before him: she had grown from a broken girl with no hope, to a warrior who would fight with him. Smiling, he leaned back, and put out his hand.
"We're partners now." He offered. Clarke smiled back at him, and grabbed his hand. They shook, marking the beginning of a powerful alliance.
After the mutiny, the crew worked on recovery. The wounded had been treated, and the traitors jailed, therefore business ran as usual on The 100. Monty helped Clarke in the infirmary, Raven worked together with the engineers to fix up the ship, and Miller and Bellamy charted a course to a small, uninhabited island chain to drop the traitors on. As night fell, Clarke and Bellamy stood at the helm, in front of the entire crew.
"I know we've been through a lot the past few days, and we owe you an explanation. Finn betrayed us to save his own skin. He abandoned his family, and tried to kill one of his own. Clarke has saved many of us, and although she is new to the crew, her skills are invaluable to us. She's the one who has patched up you bastards for the past few weeks, and she's an important noble. I'll let her explain." Bellamy said, waving his hand for Clarke to take the stage.
"I was imprisoned and tortured for a year at Walden. I've seen the corruption and the evil in the kingdom. I've felt the pain of the people, and I feel the thirst for justice all of us wish for. Bel-The Captain and I have decided to rebel against the kingdom, and seek justice. If you join us, we will tear down this corrupt government and bring justice to the kingdom!" Clarke shouted. The crew started to cheer, and the bellowing uproar surprised Clarke. She didn't expect them to react so strongly to her words. She couldn't stop a smile from lighting her features, and she looked over at Bellamy, who was smugly grinning at her.
"Thank you Clarke! You saved my life!" A voice called. Astounded, the princess looked around in the crowd of cheering crewmates, and more and more voices joined the first.
"You healed us!"
"Thank you Clarke!"
"Let's get those sons of bitches!"
Clarke's smile slowly faded as the crowd cheered. They didn't know that she was the future ruler of the monarchy they despised. If they ever found out, they would probably kill her, or at least throw her overboard like Murphy. Bellamy noticed his partner's forlorn expression, and placed his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
"Alright, you lazy bastards! Let's get this ship back in tip-top shape! I want to be rid of the traitors by morning, and then we can get back to business! Get to work!" Bellamy ordered. The crew obeyed his command, but with laughs and celebrations. Now the ship had a better purpose than just plundering random ships in the sea. Everyone on board was happy to help demolish the corrupt monarchy.
Clarke made her way back down onto the deck, and chatted with some of the crew before descending to her room. She unhooked her sword from her belt and placed it next to her bed. Sighing, she untied her corset and took off her shirt, grimacing when she saw the small bloodstain from her wound. She gently unwrapped the gauze from around her torso, each layer bloodier than the last. Clarke let out a frustrated groan when she saw that somewhere during the day, she had ripped her stitches, leaving her wound a gaping, bloody mess. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on, not bothering to retie her corset, and left her room to go to the infirmary.
She didn't pass many people on her way, since most had finished up their chores and gone to bed. When she arrived at the infirmary, Clarke grabbed a cup and opened the barrel of water in the corner of the room. She scooped some water with her cup and wet a rag to clean her wound. After the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was disinfected, she grabbed a needle and thread to redo her stitches. After trying to hook the needle into her flesh a few times, Clarke cursed in frustration. Since the main part of the wound was on her back, Clarke couldn't stitch herself up alone. She would need someone else to help her, but Monty was asleep already and she didn't want to wake him for such a simple task.
"Fuck me." Clarke muttered.
"At least let me buy you dinner first." Bellamy's voice said with a chuckle. Clarke turned to see the Captain standing in the doorway, with his signature smirk.
"I heard someone messing around in here, and a few unsavory curses, so I figured I'd check it out. Good thing I did, cause it looks like you need some help, Princess." Bellamy commented, walking towards her to grab the needle and thread. Clarke had an urge to cover herself, since she was only in her skirt and brassiere, but she figured the Captain wasn't one to judge and he'd seen her looking worse.
"I guess. It's just that I can't see the wound, so I can't stitch it up." Clarke explained sheepishly.
"Don't worry. I can't expect you to do everything around here." He joked. Clarke smiled, and handed him the needle.
"I'm trying to resist the urge to say 'I told you so' but I don't think I can, so I told you so." Bellamy said as he threaded Clarke's wound. She just huffed in response. Curse his smug ass, she thought.
"Alright. All done." Bellamy grunted, after tying off the thread and breaking the excess. Clarke tries to turn her body to allow her to see the wound, but fails.
"Don't worry, Princess. I know what I'm doing." Bellamy chuckled, watching her try to contort her body.
"If you insist." She sighs. Deciding to do something herself, she grabs a roll of gauze and starts to wrap it around her torso while Bellamy washes the needle in a bowl of water.
"By late morning we'll be near an island chain where one of my buddies used to smuggle drugs into the kingdom, which will become Murphy's new home, and then we can go and get Morgan proper care." Bellamy said to his new partner.
"That's good. I don't know how much longer she'll last." Clarke said, looking over at the injured girl on the cot. Clarke grabbed a fresh rag, and dipped it into the cool water in the barrel, and used it to wipe Morgan's sweaty forehead. Her fever was getting worse.
"You need to get some rest. Big day ahead." Bellamy stated. Clarke heaved a tired sigh. The captain was right. She did need to rest, but there was so much to do.
"I guess so." She admitted reluctantly. The healer in her was insisting that she stay up with Morgan to watch over the poor girl, but she needed to rest. She had been stabbed just yesterday after all. Clarke bid Bellamy farewell and wandered around the ship, not feeling like going straight to her cabin just yet. Eventually the princess found herself on the deck, looking over the edge of the ship and into the dark water. She should learn how to swim soon.
"Hey, Clarke." A feminine voice said. The owner of the voice leaned onto the railing next to Clarke, and sighed.
"Raven." Clarke replied, looking over at the mechanic curiously.
"I feel like we should talk." Raven said, giving the girl next to her a pointed stare. Clarke looked back down at the water.
"We probably should." Clarke muttered. The sound of the waves lapping against the ship filled the next moment, until Raven spoke again.
"I don't blame you for Finn. You didn't know." Clarke stiffened, but the mechanic continued.
"When we were in Washington, I realized how selfish he was, and what a total ass he had become, and I tried to end things with him. He wasn't the same person that I had fallen in love with. And you did what you had to do yesterday. It was self-defense. Nobody blames you, Clarke." Raven said comfortingly. She placed a hand on the shuddering blonde's shoulder, her brow knitted in worry.
Clarke couldn't help her reaction to Raven's words. It was her fault. Finn had turned into that horrible, corrupt person because of her. He had killed because of her.
"It is my fault, Raven. I killed him." She sobbed. Raven rubbed Clarke's back, and told her it wasn't her fault, but Clarke wasn't listening.
"I killed him." She whispered. She dropped her head into her hands, and tears filled her eyes.
"Clarke, hey, look at me." Raven said, prompting the crying blonde to met her earnest gaze.
"It is not your fault. He was going to kill you." Raven pulled her into a warm embrace, and let Clarke cry away her guilt and sorrow. Clarke sniffled when the tears had stopped, and pulled away sheepishly.
"I'm sorry." She murmured. Raven gave her a wide grin, and smacked her back.
"No worries. We all need to let it out eventually." She laughed. Clarke smiled with the mechanic, and looked back out at the rolling waves.
"I'd like us to be friends." Clarke said, a slight blush tinting her cheeks. The princess was not used to asking someone to be her friend, and wasn't sure how Raven would respond.
"I'd like that too." Raven replied. Clarke bit her lip to conceal her smile. The two chatted for a few minutes about the state of the ship, and Raven complained about all the repairs she's had to make since she got back.
"Not a single moment to relax! I swear the Captain is trying to run me to the ground." Raven joked, making Clarke laugh. She had been laughing more often since she joined the pirates, and Clarke hoped it would stay that way. When Clarke couldn't hide her yawns any longer, Raven insisted she go to bed, saying something about more repairs to do. When she collapsed onto her bed, Clarke couldn't help but smile. It had been a good day. She was sure that she could be happy again if she stayed with The 100.
But all good things must come to an end.
Clarke woke up right when the sun was rising the next morning. With a yawn and a sleepy groan, Clarke rose from her bed, noting how she had been too tired to even get under the covers. She shivered in the morning chill, and donned a fresh shirt, after changing her bandages, and a dark blue skirt. She tied her corset a bit looser than usual because of her aching torso, and could barely lean over to put on her boots she was so sore.
"I really need to stop getting stabbed." Clarke said with a groan. She heard a knock on her door, and Octavia walked in with a smile.
"Amen to that." She giggled. Clarke smiled and hugged the girl.
"I didn't get to see you after the mutiny, you're okay, right?" Clarke asked, looking her over for any wounds.
"I'm fine, thanks to you. Bellamy wanted me to come get you since we're nearing the island chain." Octavia said, pulling Clarke out of her cabin. The princess quickly grabbed her sword before letting Octavia drag her out onto the deck. She was in the middle of tying the belt around her waist when Bellamy sauntered up to the pair. He had his huge hat on again, and his red waistcoat and a dark shirt and trousers.
"We're almost close enough to drop the prisoners, but there's a coastal reef that's making things tricky." Bellamy said, looking up at the helm where Miller was standing. Clarke looked out at the sea and saw a tiny scrap of land that barely qualified as an island a few hundred feet away. Farther out, more and more specks of land dotted the horizon. There seemed to be a couple of large land masses a few miles down the reef.
"We should be careful. I'm sure Raven doesn't need any more work." Clarke said with a smile, remembering how the mechanic had complained last night.
"She complains too much." Bellamy retorted. He seemed more anxious than usual, and Clarke knew that the reef was putting him on edge, as well as the fact that he was about to lose some valuable crewmates.
"We'll be fine, don't worry." She said, patting the Captain's shoulder. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, but let out a deep breath.
"Thanks." He said, still smiling down at Clarke. Octavia coughed, disrupting the moment between the Captain and the princess.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I think Miller wants you." She chuckled, pointing up at the helm, where Miller was waving his arms.
"Right." Bellamy said, clearing his throat. He walked up to the helm, Clarke and Octavia right on his tail.
"What is it?" He asked Miller.
"I think we're as close as we can get without damaging the ship. How Wick managed to get through this reef, I'll never know." Miller grunted, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Then I guess this'll have to do." Bellamy said with a shrug.
"Bring 'em out!" He yelled down at the crew. A few moments later, Murphy and his dozen followers emerged, all chained together and escorted by angry members of the crew. Clarke looked down at Murphy's furious expression and scowled. He met her disdainful gaze with one of immense hatred.
"Curse you, Clarke. You and that dog of a Captain!" Murphy spat. Clarke scowled, and looked away from the cursing pirate.
"Murphy! You have been accused of mutiny! As the ringleader of this traitorous plot, you are hereby banished! You will live out the rest of your short, miserable life on that speck of land! Your mutinous pals will receive leniency, and will be banished when we make port. As Captain, this is my decision. I hope you learned your lesson!" Bellamy commanded. Fear took over Murphy, and he started to beg for his life. He clung to one of the guards, sniveling and crying.
"I don't want to die! Please!" He begged. The guard just spat in his face and kicked him away.
"Take the rest of em down to the brig. They'll get their punishment when we make port later." Bellamy ordered. All but two of the guards that had brought the prisoners out dragged all but Murphy back into the depths of the ship. Murphy was lifted by the two remaining guards, and they unlocked his shackles, the chains falling to the floor with a loud clatter.
"Send him on his way." Bellamy ordered, waving his hand out towards the sea.
"No! No! I won't!" Murhy protested, fighting against the guards to stay on the ship. Clarke saw Monroe open up a panel in the side of the ship and push out a plank for Murphy to walk down. The crew started to bang the ends of their scabbards against the deck, creating a marching rhythm to follow Murphy. The pirate was screaming out now, cursing all of the crew for his banishment. The guards had pushed him onto the plank, swords drawn and pointed directly at him, and now he was slowly inching backwards. Realizing that he was rapidly losing space on the plank, Murphy desperately looked around for anything, or anyone, to help him. His eyes met Clarkes icy blue ones, and he started screaming again.
"I swear to you! I will kill you, Clarke! This is on you! I know what you are, and I will kill you!" Murphy exclaimed over the pulsing beat, spittle flying from his grimacing jaws. Clarke winced and her eyes widened at his statement. Did he know who she was? Did Finn tell him her secret identity? Clarke felt dizzy, and she swayed. She grabbed onto the railing in front of the helm for support, drawing Bellamy's attention.
"Enough!" Bellamy shouted. The crew stopped beating their weapons, and silence fell. Even Murphy had stopped at his bellow.
"I tire of this. Remove him!" The Captain demanded. The guards obliged, and stabbed their blades out towards Murphy, who was out of luck and out of space to stand. He instinctively stepped back to avoid the sharp steel jabbing towards him, and his foot hit air instead of sturdy wood. Gasping, Murphy reached out his arms to try and grab onto anything, but there was nothing for him to grab. His eyes were wide and filled with fear as he lost his balance and fell from the plank.
There was a loud splash, followed by sputtering and smaller splashes. He had survived the fall, but now the ship was turning around to leave. Murphy swam in place, watching the ship go, and let his fear consume him. He couldn't die, not yet. He turned towards the tiny speck of land a few hundred feet away, and started to swim.
"Glad that's over with." Octavia muttered. Clarke made a noise of agreement, and took a deep breath. It had been a few minutes since they had watched Murphy fall from the plank, and now they were closer to the larger islands of the chain. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.
"You okay?" Bellamy asked the shaking princess. She nodded in response, not trusting herself to speak.
"All the adrenaline is gone, and the effects of her wound are getting to her." Monty said, jumping up from the lower deck. He climbed up the stairs leading to the helm, and handed Clarke a cup of water, which she drank greedily.
"It's not that bad. I'm fine." Clarke said, trying to ignore the soreness and tender pain in her torso and the dizziness in her head.
"You aren't fooling anyone, Princess." Bellamy stated with a raised eyebrow that said 'I told you so.' Clarke ignored her Captain, and climbed down from the helm. Monty followed her, and the two went down to the infirmary to check on patients. Octavia patted her brother on the shoulder, and ruffled the feathers on his hat.
"Don't worry, brother." She said with a laugh. Octavia left Bellamy and Miller at the helm, and followed her stomach down to the kitchen to get some food.
"Miller, chart a course to the nearest port. We need to get there as soon as possible." Bellamy commanded, his mind on the dying girl in the infirmary.
"Yes sir." Miller replied, turning the helm to steer away from the large island behind them and out to the open ocean. Bellamy left his second and jumped down to check on the status of his ship and the repairs.
"Raven! Fill me in." He called to the mechanic, who scowled, but gestured for him to follow her around the ship.
"Clarke, I know you think you're fine, but you aren't. You need rest." Monty said to the blonde in front of him. Clarke scowled, and pushed open the door to the infirmary angrily. She ignored the advice from her friend, and instead started to change bandages and dismiss some more of her patients. She allowed three out of the four patients in the infirmary to leave her care, but gave them instructions to see her every morning and night so she could check their wounds. All that remained was Morgan, who looked worse.
The girl was panting, and her skin was deathly pale. Sweat soaked her face and her entire body was shuddering. Clarke quickly gave her another dose of antibiotics and changed her bandages, removing some of the pus and infected tissue at the same time. Monty had come up behind her, and was telling her to go rest, and that he could take care of Morgan for the day.
"I'm fine." She said again, but Monty was not listening.
"I know how to handle a fever, and in a few hours we'll be at a port and Morgan will be in the care of healers at a hospital. You were just stabbed, and need to rest." Monty said sternly. Clarke closed her eyes, feeling the pain and dizziness, and decided to agree with Monty for once.
"Fine. You win." She said sharply. Monty smiled, ignoring her annoyed tone, and pushed her out of the infirmary with instructions to go lay down and rest. She heard a loud commotion on deck, but ignored it and started heading for her room. Then, all hell broke loose.
There was a loud crack, and the ship rocked over hard to the right, tossing it's inhabitants off balance. Clarke screamed, and fell against the wall of the hallway, and she heard similar shouts of pain and exclamations around the ship. The ship rocked back again, but kept moving towards the left instead of staying upright. Most of the lanterns in the hall had fallen from their hooks, and the cracking sound continued to fill the air. Clarke hissed in pain, but climbed out onto the deck in confusion. Many of the crew had already ascended to the deck, and more crawled out from behind Clarke. There were shouts and screams, and Clarke could hear loud splashing, as if someone was tossing things overboard. She saw the colorful feathers of Bellamy's hat, and started heading towards him, which was more difficult than usual since the ship was tilting. She clamored up onto the helm, and grabbed the Captain's arm.
"What's going on?" She asked frantically. Bellamy turned towards her, his face filled with fear.
"We hit the reef. The ship's going down." He said darkly. Clarke gaped at the Captain, and ran over to the railing to look over the port side. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw chunks of broken wood floating in the water and a giant rip in the hull that was drinking up gallons and gallons of sea water. The ship was sinking. She turned to face Bellamy, but he was gone. Most of the crew were standing on the starboard side of the ship, and holding onto the railing to keep their balance.
"Abandon ship! Grab what you can and jump!" Bellamy's voice bellowed. Shouts of shock and fear filled the air, but the crew followed their Captain's orders and jumped from the ship. Clarke was frozen. Abandon ship? She clapped her hand against her mouth, and ran down onto the deck, heading back below deck to the infirmary, but before she reached the entryway, strong arms grabbed her by the waist and heaved her away.
"No! Monty's down there still! And so is Morgan! They're going to drown!" Clarke exclaimed, fighting against the person holding her.
"Monty will be fine! We need to go!" Raven said. She tightened her grip on the writhing princess, and pulled her towards the railing.
"Listen to me! You're no use to us dead! We have to jump!" Raven yelled at the girl in her arms. Clarke met her fierce gaze, and nodded. There was nothing she could do for them now. The infirmary was probably underwater already. In the chaos, Clarke didn't notice that the ship was severely tilted now, and that the port bow was dipping under the sea.
Raven, satisfied that Clarke would jump with her, released the blonde and leapt from the railing and into the ocean. Clarke looked down at the crew, who were starting to swim to the large island in the distance. She took a deep breath and prepared to jump.
"Raven! I can't swim!" She called out. Raven looked back at her, and cursed. Clarke could feel the spray of the ocean on her back, and she tightened her belt. She took another deep breath, and then jumped into the cold embrace of the sea once again.
OOH! Cliffhanger! Sorry not sorry
I hope you liked, and this chap isn't beta'd so forgive any mistakes.
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