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Chapter Ten: The Ship and The Sea

It rained that night, and Will huddled close to Hannibal under their stick and palm shelter. They couldn't start a fire; all they could do was try to keep warm through each other. Hannibal was used to weather like this, and he had never had anyone to warm up with. But he knew Will must be delicate from the way he shook. He began to raise his arms, and when he put them around Will a strange sensation rushed over him. This was familiar. Like something he had once done to comfort someone from his old life. He buried his face into the top of Will's back, breathing in the scent that was unique to him. It wasn't the greatest scent he had ever inhaled, but it reminded him of the sea, of sailing, of ships leaving the harbor. But it did not remind him of the accident twenty years ago; it reminded him of the beauty of these boats. If Will was the ship, then Hannibal was the sea, dangerous and chaotic. He wondered what course he was setting Will on. But even the sea can't control itself.

Will closed his eyes, and allowed the warmth that Hannibal was providing him lull him to sleep. Like being rocked gently by the waves of the sea. He dreamt he was on a ship; it looked like the one that he had seen at the bottom of the cove. There was a storm raging - the wind was blowing violently and the rain came down in sheets. Will could barely hear the shouts of the crew as they ran around, trying to tie things down and trying to get to safety. He saw his own crew members falling off the boat, being beaten down by the storm. He stood where he was, and up ahead at the other end of the ship, stood Hannibal, in modern clothes with a modern haircut. He looked dark and menacing, and a tall antlered beast stood behind him. Will squinted to try and see the strange duo through the rain.

"Hannibal!" he tried to call, but his voice was carried away by the howling winds. He started to make his way towards Hannibal and the creature, but he seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. His legs felt heavy, as though they were being weighed down by bags of sand. He thought he saw a smile on Hannibal's face, who raised a hand to his mouth. Will squinted again, and was able to make out a small white shard in Hannibal's hand. It dawned on Will that Hannibal was picking his teeth with a piece of bone.

"Hannibal!" he called again, and this time Hannibal stopped what he was doing and watched Will. It felt like ages had passed during the dream, until finally Will made it up the stairs to where Hannibal stood, next to the ship's wheel. The creature behind him took a step back, and seemed to watch Will carefully.

"Hannibal." Said Will, quieter now, "What's happening?"

He didn't know why he asked that, but he was confused. Hannibal smiled.

"Will." He began. "You are mine now. I hope you understand that. Do you? Do you understand that, Will?" The wind howled louder.

"What? I don't think I heard you!" Will cried.

"Allow me to show you instead."

And although Hannibal did not scream these words, Will heard them clearly. The mysterious creature reared up on its hind legs, and fell back, hitting the ship's balcony and falling into the waves below. Will felt a rush of icy hot pain shoot through his body. When he looked down, a knife had been inserted into his gut.

"You are mine, Will Graham. Forever."

Hannibal twisted the knife and pulled it out, and in a way that could only appear in a dream, Will watched as his intestines were pulled out by the hands of Hannibal. Hannibal then placed his bloody hands on Will's face, and he sank his teeth into Will's neck.

Will cried out, waking himself up. Hannibal jumped awake, and looked around to see what had caused Will's scream.

"It was just a nightmare, Hannibal. That's all." But Will could hardly speak the words, let alone the name. What did it mean? Was it just anxiety or was it an omen? The sun was already beginning to rise, but as Will looked to the shore, he noticed that the sky was turning gray, and dark clouds were approaching. Today was the day they returned to Will's camp, and suddenly Will was grateful for it.

As they packed up and walked on, Will thought about the nightmare. What if it was a warning? A reminder that Hannibal was a wild and dangerous cannibal? The way he spoke in the dream was so eloquent, so soft; but the evil was there in those words. And what was this stag-like creature that had appeared to him? What was its significance? Was Hannibal a sinking ship?

As usual, there were no words spoken between the two, not even Will spoke. After several hours, Hannibal stopped Will in the same fashion he had when he had told Will that they would be there in a day. He held up one finger.

"One more day?" asked Will, confused.

Hannibal shook his head.

"One more hour?" asked Will.

Hannibal nodded.

Elation ran through Will, they would be with his camp in one hour. But a wave of guilt washed over him. Was it fair to be afraid of Hannibal because of a dream? It didn't seem so.

"That's great," he said, "It will be fine. They're good people. If they're still around, I mean."

Hannibal put a hand on Will's shoulder, it was reassuring. Hannibal turned and continued walking. The news that they only had an hour until Will was reunited with his people reunited Will with his inability to stop talking. He babbled on about life in America, life in England, and what the modern world was like. He talked about his crewmates and his job. Hannibal couldn't help but smile; this was the man he had originally met almost two weeks ago.

Will thought about the last ten or so days in the jungle and on the beach. He supposed it wasn't that long to be missing, but to him, it felt like an eternity. He felt as though he had led a whole other life at this point, a life with Hannibal. And it was coming to a close.

The time had finally arrived. Will could see the cabins that were being built. They looked almost finished at this point, but he could see tents were still set up as well. The storm that had been brewing all morning had finally arrived as well. A light rain had begun to fall.

"This is it, Hannibal! Are you ready?" he asked, turning towards the wild man who had once been a stranger and was now…Will wasn't sure what he was to him. But there was a place in his heart for Hannibal now, and he couldn't deny that.

Hannibal looked ahead at the progress Will's people had made. His eyes turned to their ship, and he did not how to process the sight at fist. The memories flooded his mind, powerful and intense and all at once that he did not know how to think. He wanted to turn back, run away, and so he did.

Hannibal tore through the jungle, unable to process that his old life was still his current life. Will ran after him, trying to keep up until he couldn't see him anymore. Where did he go? He had disappeared out of nowhere, and then he was on the ground, thrown there by Hannibal. Hannibal pinned him down, and Will thought he heard him growling like a wild animal.

"Ha-Hannibal! What are you doing?" Will could barely breathe, but he managed to ask.

Will felt Hannibal's teeth bite into his shoulder, and he cried out. As soon as he screamed Hannibal fell off of Will, but it wasn't because Hannibal returned to his senses. When Will looked up, Beverly Katz was standing in front of him, a bow and arrow in her hands.

Will looked over at Hannibal, who laid there writhing as the arrow twisted in his side. It was then Will realized that Hannibal was not the ship, but the sea. And Will was the one who was sinking.