I just forgot to say HI to my shining new reviewer in the last Chapter! éè Bad, Bad me!
So... thank you Moonfree, your words mean a lot to me:) And of course... MagicalMoonStar, you still are the best ego-booster:D
Sinbad was sitting at prow, his legs out of the railing, staring thoughtfully to the starry sky losing itself in the sea, going slowly pink with dawn approaching. He spent the night on deck, deep in his thoughts, checking once in a while that both Bryn and Maeve were still safe and sound. And in the redhead case... that she was still alive, still there. In his latest errand he let Dermott come out of the galley, the hawk flying high above the Nomas as if him too needed some comfort in the cool sea breeze.
He couldn't let despair took over again... but he couldn't help it, he felt again like a part of his soul had been yanked away, and he ached for comfort. That was why he didn't join either the crew or his friends... he just needed to stay focused and collected, or he would have ended drunk in the bed of some random girl, trying to fill that gap in his heart.
And Maeve would have him roasted for good, as soon as she woke up. Because she was going to wake up, even if she was looking so darn pale and fragile, her heart beating so faintly he had to make Firouz check it wasn't just a trick of his mind.
"Sinbad?" Doubar voice urged him out of his thoughts, making the captain turn to face his elder brother with a smile.
"Hey... what are you doing there?" he asked quietly, following Doubar approaching him and leaning on the railing.
"Well, I was awake so I thought to pay a visit to my little brother... and I wanted to know if there were any change with Lass..."
Sinbad sighed and shook his head, his eyes going back to stare at the sea.
"No changes. Still sleeping."
"Well... she's just in sleep, little brother..."
"Yes. But she's not there, same way." Sinbad whispered, fighting the lump in his throath.
"Sinbad, she's there. You heard Firouz, she just have to rest. And then, you'll be able to go back at each other throath, happily ever after..." Doubar teased him, making Sinbad chuckle. Both men stayed silence for some minutes, before the captain talked again.
"Big brother...?"
"Yeah, Sinbad?"
"I spent the night there, just like I did the night after we took Bryn with us, Maeve gone for good. And... I'm sorry, Doubar. - The elder man turned to watch his brother, noticing for the first time in months how young Sinbad still was, and how much he suffered. - I got lost, that night. I just couldn't nail what I was supposed to do without her, and I totally blow out everything..."
"Sinbad..." Doubar began to say, but his little brother turned to face him rather forcefully, holding up his hand.
"No, Doubar, I mean it! I was no different from any pirate I so used to despise... and I wasn't listening to you, big brother. I was listening no more to anyone. I dragged you all in my wanderings just for glory, and no more because it was what I was supposed to do for good, I killed without regrets, I coupled with any woman in my sight... I'm sorry Doubar to have let you down." Sinbad objected sternly, his jaw tightening, his gaze going back to the horizon, coming clear and clear.
"Everything happens for a reason... don't you remember, little brother? - Doubar smiled, after a while, his hand closing on Sinbad's arm and squeezing it in affection – You already recovered from your pirate period. You were suffering, and we never blamed you for anything. And even when sometimes we tried to step in... it was just because we were worried about you."
"And as a thank you, I yelled on you..." Sinbad snorted.
"Don't be so hard with yourself, little brother..."
"I have to! I mean, I'm supposed to be your Captain, to be able to guide you for good…"
"Yes, and you are such a good guide that we can't help, but love you even when you yell..." Firouz objected, approaching the brothers, Rongar right behind him.
"Why nobody seems to be able to sleep tonight?" Sinbad smirked, staring at his friends approaching him and Doubar.
"That's what family is about... not sleeping when a member is in distress!" the inventor pointed out with a small laugh.
"And we are some kind of family, arent' we? - Sinbad smiled, taking a deep breath, the sun starting to rise at the horizon – Well, my friends... sunrise. We've officially Rumina on our tails, our full sorceress knocked out and our witch apprentice sleeping, without any clue about how to take the lead in her life. So… what do you think we should do?" the captain asked, leaning with his arms on his legs, head swinging back and forth to watch all his friends.
"The girls are out cold, maybe if we are really fast… we'll manage to escape the next havoc. – Doubar shrugged, staring at the glistening water in the new sun – One girl on a ship is bad luck… I can't think about what two girls on THIS ship will bring on us…" Doubar muttered, making the men chuckle.
"Troubles already follow us as a habit, I don't think it's never going to change… - Firouz chuckled, Rongar nodding vigorously beside him. – But… maybe I do know what we are supposed to do, Sinbad."
"You do?" Doubar asked in awe, earning a glare by the inventor and a laugh by Sinbad.
"Spill it Firouz, I'm listening…" the captain smiled.
"Well… let the wind take us, Sinbad." Firouz smiled back, smirking in the sunlight embracing the Nomad. The captain tilted his head, a smirk slowly forming in his tired face.
"It has been a while since last time… Doubar?" the captain enquired.
"About time we go back to good habits! I've never been a good planner!" Doubar declared.
"Rongar?" Sinbad called, leaning to watch the Moor face, who was smiling, nodding appreciatively. Dermott, circling the Nomad above them, screeched noisily, making the friends looking up to him.
"Even Featherbrain agrees… so I think we have set the route… - Sinbad smiled, standing up and landing back on the Nomad deck – wake up the crew Doubar, we are leaving! Men, at your duties! " Sinbad shouted, heading the tiller.
"Aye Aye Captain!"
They were watching Dermott bravely attacking Rumina, to give them time.
"Dermott…! – Maeve shouted worriedly, before looking quickly to Bryn – give me your hand! I need your magic!" she reached out, waiting for the brunette to oblige.
"What? I… don't know if I can…" Bryn stuttered, but Maeve rolled annoyed her eyes before grasping her wrist, above the rainbow bracelet.
"I've had the roughest day ever… don't…" Maeve began to say, then both sorceress winced, hearing a sharp cry in their minds and turning abruptly to see Dermott being cast away by Rumina, who was now towering above him.
"Roasted hawk… interesting combination…!" she snickered.
"NO!" Bryn yelled, her eyes flashing yellow, a bright shot of energy shoving Rumina away from Dermott. Maeve took a deep breath before shooting a fireball, her hand still strong on Bryn's wrist, knocking definitively away Rumina, who faded a moment later.
Bryn bolted awake in her bead, panting heavily. She tried to recollect her dream, focusing on Maeve's action. Before striking Rumina one last time, she wanted her hand. Her magic.
She brought her arm to her face, looking to her rainbow bracelet for a moment before throwing her legs out of bed and running to her door.
