Ocean Eyes Chapter 10 – In love
I'd never felt so exhilarated about anything in my life before. Now that we had established our feelings for each other we had trouble restraining them for the decency and dignity of ourselves aboard the ship. Sometimes we couldn't; we baffled the crew more than a few times, but they never said a word. Whenever I passed them I would see the curious, sometimes longing, and sometimes totally confused look in their deformed eyes.
However, they just had to put up with me for the time being; we were on our way to Tortuga to drop me off, but it was taking a long while to get there. I was worried about finding my crew, wondering if they would still be waiting for me – but I didn't have any other choice than to just sit and wait. They were all doing their best to get me there; I would just have to shut up and appreciate their efforts.
Still, this time meant Davy and I could be together. Every kiss we shared, every embrace we enjoyed, every joyous glance of our lazuli-coloured eyes left a constant smile on my face as I paced about the ship.
Yet, like a little green snake, one thought always wriggled itself into the farthest darkest corner of my mind: was it like this with him and Calypso?
It was nighttime. I was sitting on Davy's bed in a relaxed manner, combing my long, raven-black locks. The salt water played havoc with it. I was lashing at my hair in an attempt to straighten out a vile knot in the under-layers, when Davy burst in.
He saw me thrashing about in frustration and raised an "eyebrow" in confusion. I noticed him and smiled foolishly, placing the comb down beside me.
"I love ye, but I just don't understand ye at all-ah." Davy said plaintively. He stalked over to his organ, placing some random, soaked, ripped-up charts on the keys, making a few lame spurts of sound as he rolled them out. I got up and walked over to him, my hands creeping up his broad, roughly-textured shoulders.
"What are they?" I asked, peering round his arm.
"The swiftest way to Tortuga should be shown on this here chart-ah." He said intently, responding to my greeting gesture of touching his shoulders by placing his damp hand on one of mine.
"I see it." I pointed out. The map was slightly blurred and wet, but I could make out a faint ocean-trail through a load of rocky, sharp-looking mountains. I traced the line out with my finger silently. Davy nodded in contempt, rolled up the charts and stood up straight.
"We'll get ye there eventually-ah." He said smoothly, quelling my worries. He clasped one arm around my waist and shielded my face from his flurry of tentacles with the other, as he was still self-conscious about them around me, and pulled me close as possible.
"I just can't comprehend it-ah." He murmured, "I still can't believe ye're mine-ah."
I looked up at him joyously. I didn't need to respond.
My warm chest rested appreciatively on his front, my honey-coloured cleavage expanding as I pressed myself closer. I was wearing a tight, demure-looking white dress. The corset-sash part of it made my breasts bulge impressively, but not to the point where I looked like a type of Caribbean Courtesan.
Davy's eyes averted downwards. Longingly, his hand hovered above my chest, but didn't take action, for we were both afraid he would get too carried away for our own enjoyment when there were things needing to be done. Instead, he kissed me passionately. When he finished, I smiled contently and followed him out on deck.
He handed the charts to Greenbeard, the navigator, and pointed out the route to Tortuga.
"We make a swift trail through here-ah, and then it's important that we stop fairly far away-ah. We don't want anyone 'te see us now, do we?" He enquired at Greenbeard. Greenbeard nodded obediently and swaggered off to navigate. Davy took the helm and veered the ship round.
"Sir," Angler started, "Perhaps it would be wise to dive down once we near Tortuga so ye know, they don't see us?"
Davy's face contorted.
"Ye stupid oyster-for-brains!" He roared, standing right in front of Angler, practically the same physical height as him but towering above him emotion-wise. "In case ye stupid bastard hasn't noticed, we have a real woman aboard, who, unlike you unfortunate whelks, isn't cursed-ah!"
Angler backed down and glanced at me anxiously. I glared at him; a very defiant, presence-marking sort of look in my eyes. He bounded off to his duties.
Davy was still frowning, finding it hard to believe he was surrounded by such cluelessness, despite how long some of them had been on the Dutchman. He rested a hand on my squared shoulder, reassuring me.
The Dutchman ploughed through the harsh waters, growing choppier by the minute. Bleak, grey tufts of cloud cascaded across the sky. As I looked up, a few drips of water met my eyes, which soon turned into torrential rain.
Davy and I stood together, him at the helm, utterly soaked as the rain attacked us with full force. My hair flailed about my head, stuck together with water, as the harsh wind uplifted it into a black, wet halo.
Suddenly, the landscape flashed into sight with a harsh, white spark of lightning. In that split second I could have sworn I had seen rugged mountains, peaky and sharp.
"Are we going through there?" I shouted up to Davy through the sounds of a million drops of water.
"That's where our pass is-ah!" He hollered, answering me. He flailed to his left, towards where I was standing, and tore the helm round.
The ship veered past a sharp-looking rock. If the ship had hit it, it would have been shredded up for sure.
I grabbed a rope and started hauling myself upwards to the crows-nest. The ropes were slimy and slippery with water and general-sea grime. I gripped as ferociously as I could, pulling my entire body weight upwards. I placed my two feet on one rope and held myself steady with another. I craned my neck to get a better view, urging another flash of lightning to light up the ocean for another second.
It did just that, and I got a good eyeful of the path we were about to take. The peaks looked provocative and dangerous. As the lightning flashed again I noticed that some peaky objects sticking out of the water weren't just rocks – they were shipwrecks.
Davy eyed them ostentatiously, wondering if we should make a stop just to collect anymore pool souls, but he left them, knowing that we were in a hurry.
"Are ye ready-ah?!" Davy roared down to the crew. They all responded with a holler of obedience, as they shifted around in an attempt to make the ship go faster. We were nearing the peaky pass we needed to go through if we wanted to reach Tortuga. The Dutchman decided just to go for it, instead of cruising through cautiously.
I trusted in Davy's obvious outstanding ability to handle the ship as it picked up speed and rammed through the waves in between the sharp rocks. I held my breath as it did so, clutching onto Davy's side. He thrashed around, breathing harshly as he concentrated, the rain still ripping down from the sky. An intent look stayed plastered to my face throughout the chaos, and it eventually died down.
The worst of the weather had passed, and the Dutchman had almost exited the harsh, huge crevice of rock. We were soon in the open sea, our path clearer and easier, yet it would still take a few days to arrive at Tortuga.
The rain softened to a queer drizzle. I was well and truly drenched. Soon the rain stopped altogether.
"Typical." I said, sighing. "Now it stops, as soon as we pass through that chaotic passage."
"The way of the sea-ah!" Davy said proudly, as if "the sea" was his child.
I sauntered over to him, smiling. "I'm all for unpredictability." I said, coiling one of his moist tentacles around my finger.
He grinned at me and laughed devilishly, his voice low and fear-mongering. "I'm all for lovin' ye." He said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. "I'm just sorry I can't be everything you want me to be-ah." Sorrow was suddenly in his tone.
I gripped his arm, nuzzling my upper body against it seductively. "You're everything to me. Now shut up." I said, chuckling.
He turned to face me and eyed me beguilingly, a jester-like smirk on his face. He seized me up in his arms and kissed me. I rose up off my feet, gripping the sides of his face in a passion, as his tentacles traveled and explored my front, going in places they shouldn't.
"Oi, wait, hey!" I complained jokily, pretending to slap him. "Later." I whispered to him, my voice husky and anticipating.
"Darn ye, ye temptress!" Davy hissed pleasingly. He set me down on my feet. "I'll be exceedingly sorrowful when ye leave me-ah." He murmured.
I was wondering whether going to Tortuga and finding my crew was really worth it after all…
Was it?
Quite short, but what the hell XD More to coooome! La la la!