song of the sea
A haunted ship, a curious boy, a captain forever stuck in a state of limbo, a mother who'll do anything to protect her child. A tale of love beyond life. Beyond death.
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~ the captain's curse ~
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The lad was quiet, nervous.
He stumbled, he fumbled, he trembled and, should he have only glanced up, he would have seen Killian looking at him; studying him. But, alas, he did not and, instead, he continued to shiver from the unnatural cold Killian brought.
It wasn't every day that the living dared to board a vessel that belonged solely to the dead. But this lad, this child with his strange light, seemed both foolish and brave. He ruffled through Killian's drawers, opened the chests that Killian had sworn to be kept locked, and read Killian's diaries. Although Killian could have chased him off ages ago, possessed him and had him jump off the side of the ship with barely a thought, Killian stayed his hand. There was something about the boy, about the way he kept muttering "I'm not a child anymore", that made Killian felt sympathy.
He seemed lonely.
Strange.
A peculiar child who dared to enter a haunted ship on Midsummer Night's Eve and Killian could taste his fear, his curiosity.
He didn't want to be here, not really. He was simply following the words of his friends, friends, who, Killian knew, were to be found on the sad excuse of a sea-faring vessel that was bobbing beside his own ship. As a matter of fact, Killian supposed, they were probably not this boy's friends. Not really.
If anything, he thought as he watched the boy wipe a nervous hand over his clammy forehead, they were this boy's enemies. Cruel children who bullied others for their own amusement. The type of lads Killian had always loathed.
Killian stepped back and decided that he would allow the boy to find his proof unencumbered.
It had been a long time since Killian had done something for someone else.
The thought of being charitable, nice, even, made Killian quirk a brow at the child.
At least, Killian thought when the boy found his necklace, he had thought to be nice. He was supposed to be nice, but then, the boy had stuffed the necklace into his pocket and, bloody hell.
The Jolly's wood creaked as the boy made to exit the cabin and Killian rushed towards him; the ship's doors slammed open and shut, the window's creaked, the candles flickered on and off. The boy took one look at the mess behind him and screamed, running even as the Jolly's sails unfurled, and the ship's wheel began to spin. Killian clambered after him, his stomach in knots, his soul being dragged ruthlessly behind the boy, and bloody hell. Killian held out his hand to the boy and hoped, begged, that he'd get to him before it was too late.
The boy jumped into the ocean and, although Killian tried to stay, although the Jolly called after him, Killian fell in right behind him, his soul, his spirit, attaching itself to the one part of him that remained on this cursed plain of existence.
The boy swam towards his friends and their bobbing little dingy, and Killian screamed, yelled, even as his very soul, his very spirit was ripped away from his safe harbor.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy my little CSSNS story.