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A lone ship sailed across the quiet waters most of her crew had settled in for the night, except those few sailors left on deck to man the mighty vessel during the evening hours. Captain Sinbad handed the tiller to another sailor and headed below, as he was about to step into the cabin he shared with his brother, he looked toward Bryn's cabin and noticed the door was slightly ajar. A beam of dazzling moonlight shone down from the porthole, illuminating the small figure sitting there on her knees staring out into the velvet shrouded sea. It was late and he knew that Bryn hadn't been sleeping very well lately, and had seemed ill at ease for days. Lifting his hand he gently knocked on her door, Bryn turned to look at him, a strange look on her face.
Sinbad-"Bryn, is everything alright?"
Bryn shrugged not speaking, just turning back to look out the window, staring into the sea. Sinbad walked slowly into her cabin and sat on the deck beside her with his back against the wall of the ship. After a few moments of unbroken silence Bryn turned her head toward her friend and captain.
Bryn-"Sinbad, can ask you something?(her head bows slightly, as she raises her head she has her lip trapped between her teeth) You don't have to answer."
Sinbad-"Anything and I'll answer if I can."
Bryn-"Before I came aboard, there was another woman aboard"
Sinbad- "Maeve, yes"
Bryn-"When you think of her, (moves to sit beside Sinbad) no not think (sigh) when a sense of her comes to you, what do you feel?"
Sinbad-"uh Bryn, I don't, I'm not sure how to answer that."
Bryn-"Never mind, you don't have to."
With that statement she stood and started to walk around her cabin she sat on the bed, stroking Dermott's feathers as he balanced on the perch by the bed. Sinbad stood up and walked to the bed, for a few moments he merely stood watching he young woman who had become a part of his crew, more than that, a part of his family over the last year.
Sinbad-"Bryn, tell me what's wrong, Please I want to help." He rests a hand on her shoulder and soon she looks up into his soulful sea blue eyes.
Bryn-"This is going to sound strange, but lately I've had these dreams. More than dreams really, somehow they feel real. It's me and a man about my age, red hair, just a touch shorter than yours,(touches her own hair just above her ear, then lets her fingers wander to the edge of her eyes) these vivid green eyes, and the feelings, Sinbad it's like this man whoever he is, is the other half of my soul, and yet I don't know him, I don't know his name or who he is, or by Allah, if he's even still alive. Sinbad why is there this hole in my head?"
Sinbad sat down beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms, as she started to cry. Dermott on the perch near by squawked once looking at the two. Sinbad looked down at Bryn, her sobs were slowing down, and she looked exhausted. Scooping her into his arms he stood up and turned to the bed, laying her down gently and pulling the blanket up around her.
Bryn-"No, I want to go take a walk up on deck."
Sinbad-"Bryn your exhausted, close your eyes, ok just try, it's ok I'll sit here until you fall asleep."
Dermott's thought's (shielded from Bryn)"That should be me holding her hand and comforting her, Bryn my love, don't be scared, Sister, my dearest Maeve I wish you were here with us."
A lone ship sailed across the quiet waters most of her crew had settled in for the night, except those few sailors left on deck to man the mighty vessel during the evening hours. Captain Sinbad handed the tiller to another sailor and headed below, as he was about to step into the cabin he shared with his brother, he looked toward Bryn's cabin and noticed the door was slightly ajar. A beam of dazzling moonlight shone down from the porthole, illuminating the small figure sitting there on her knees staring out into the velvet shrouded sea. It was late and he knew that Bryn hadn't been sleeping very well lately, and had seemed ill at ease for days. Lifting his hand he gently knocked on her door, Bryn turned to look at him, a strange look on her face.
Sinbad-"Bryn, is everything alright?"
Bryn shrugged not speaking, just turning back to look out the window, staring into the sea. Sinbad walked slowly into her cabin and sat on the deck beside her with his back against the wall of the ship. After a few moments of unbroken silence Bryn turned her head toward her friend and captain.
Bryn-"Sinbad, can ask you something?(her head bows slightly, as she raises her head she has her lip trapped between her teeth) You don't have to answer."
Sinbad-"Anything and I'll answer if I can."
Bryn-"Before I came aboard, there was another woman aboard"
Sinbad- "Maeve, yes"
Bryn-"When you think of her, (moves to sit beside Sinbad) no not think (sigh) when a sense of her comes to you, what do you feel?"
Sinbad-"uh Bryn, I don't, I'm not sure how to answer that."
Bryn-"Never mind, you don't have to."
With that statement she stood and started to walk around her cabin she sat on the bed, stroking Dermott's feathers as he balanced on the perch by the bed. Sinbad stood up and walked to the bed, for a few moments he merely stood watching he young woman who had become a part of his crew, more than that, a part of his family over the last year.
Sinbad-"Bryn, tell me what's wrong, Please I want to help." He rests a hand on her shoulder and soon she looks up into his soulful sea blue eyes.
Bryn-"This is going to sound strange, but lately I've had these dreams. More than dreams really, somehow they feel real. It's me and a man about my age, red hair, just a touch shorter than yours,(touches her own hair just above her ear, then lets her fingers wander to the edge of her eyes) these vivid green eyes, and the feelings, Sinbad it's like this man whoever he is, is the other half of my soul, and yet I don't know him, I don't know his name or who he is, or by Allah, if he's even still alive. Sinbad why is there this hole in my head?"
Sinbad sat down beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms, as she started to cry. Dermott on the perch near by squawked once looking at the two. Sinbad looked down at Bryn, her sobs were slowing down, and she looked exhausted. Scooping her into his arms he stood up and turned to the bed, laying her down gently and pulling the blanket up around her.
Bryn-"No, I want to go take a walk up on deck."
Sinbad-"Bryn your exhausted, close your eyes, ok just try, it's ok I'll sit here until you fall asleep."
Dermott's thought's (shielded from Bryn)"That should be me holding her hand and comforting her, Bryn my love, don't be scared, Sister, my dearest Maeve I wish you were here with us."