This is my protest. I didn't really like the ending of the series-it was too rushed for my taste. And highly inaccurate to how actual wars end. Just because Morbin was dead doesn't mean that everything is alright all of a sudden-and, honestly, some comeuppance it due all around. (Mostly Picket, Smalls, Kylen, and Winslow, but I'm picking my battles) Hang the allegory, I want realism. And why did everyone have ten thousand kids? I get that their rabbits, but really? I mean, we have families of two, three, and one, it doesn't make sense. Yeah I could rant about that all day…..but I'm not going to. Anyways…..this is my thing. Hope you like it. Please review if you can. (What about Bellows, you say? And the Modern AU? One thing you should know about me, I will start a million projects and not update for months and then suddenly, come back and add more. Then the cycle repeats. Also editing. I will edit until eternity and there will be twenty different versions of one story. You have been warned. Enjoy).
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Everything smelled like salt. The boat, her clothes, her fur-anything the ocean water touched. Even the air. It was still and thick with humidity, to the point where she doubted she could have kept dry even if she wanted to. All around the boat, waves churned lazily. Above, the sky was clear. The moon shone full and bright, the stars nearest dimmed slightly.
"We're keeping east alright." Her father called from the helm. "Hopefully should make landfall within the next few days, if I've done my calculations correctly." Another voice answered-that of her uncle.
"Good. I'll be glad to get off this blasted boat and onto some solid ground." Her uncle paused, and then called out to her. "What about you, Laycie? You've been mighty quiet this whole time."
"I miss mother." Laycie responded shortly. That silenced all conversation. And Laycie wished she hadn't said it. There was already so much pain-why must she add to it by being troublesome? But then again, it hadn't been her choice to leave the only home she'd ever known. It hadn't been her choice, any of it.
Laycie stayed at the bow of the boat for quite some time, though she could not have measured it in any explicable way. Sometime early in the morning, after her uncle had fallen asleep and her father was nodding in the back, she spotted a grey blur. She watched it, transfixed, for a few more moments. Then it registered in her mind, and she called out,
"Land! I see land!" It was completely unlike what she was used to. No rolling hills met them, but flat, even plains stretching up to mountains that stuck up like black shards of iron. Her father jolted awake.
"What? What's going on?" Her uncle asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Land!" Laycie replied, bolting from her position to join her father at the helm. Her father rubbed his eyes, And stared out at the shoreline.
"Land." He said to himself. "After nearly a year. Land."
"Aye, That be land." Laycie's uncle let out a low whistle. "And what a blessed sight it is."