Voice of Desirae part 13
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NoV: Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I got sidetracked with another fic I'm working on. Hopefully I'll be able to find a way to balance the two so no one has to wait too long..... Okay! Here goes!
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Desirae sat in a chair on the deck of the ship, her computer resting in her lap. She was wearing her headphones and listening to a song that she had recently downloaded. The silent girl was nearly half-asleep when someone tapped her on the arm. She looked up into the face of one of the crewmen. He was saying something to her urgently, and pointing to a dark cloud in the distance.
She took off her headphones. "—below the decks now!" he was telling her. "It's too dangerous out here!"
She nodded when she noticed the gray stormy clouds in the distance, and, grabbing her bag and computer, raced to the stairwell.
Once at hers and her father's rooms, she entered her own and placed her belongings on the lonely bed. She had the presence of mind to turn off the kerosene lamp and set it on the floor. She knew how liable they were to set things on fire if knocked over.
Desirae decided to check on her father. She went out into the hallway, and immediately was doused in a blast of water. She frantically knocked on Ian's door. Mumbling and moving sounds could be heard from inside the room.
"Desi?" Malcolm wondered, when he opened the door. "Why are you wet? Why is the boat wet? Is it storming?"
She nodded, vigorously. The captain flew down the stairs and yelled, "Get in the lifeboats, now!! We're taking on water! The last big wave knocked a hole in our side! We're going to try and get the cargo onto lifeboats, too! Go! Go!"
Malcolm held onto Desirae's arm and pulled her up the stairs. She tried desperately to free herself, wanting to get her belongings. Her father was relentless, and wouldn't let her go back, though.
When they made it to the deck, another crewman directed them to a small blue boat on the side of the ship. Malcolm all but lifted Desirae into the lifeboat before climbing in himself. The dropped the boat into the tumultuous ocean below and ran off to continue to help save the cargo before El Fuerte sank into the sea forever.
Desirae and her father could do nothing more than hang on for their lives as they watched the unforgiving water pound against the boat while the soaked crew hurried to save the freight.
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NoV: Cliffy!!! AAAAHHH!! Tune in next time!
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NoV: Sorry I haven't updated for a while, but I got sidetracked with another fic I'm working on. Hopefully I'll be able to find a way to balance the two so no one has to wait too long..... Okay! Here goes!
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Desirae sat in a chair on the deck of the ship, her computer resting in her lap. She was wearing her headphones and listening to a song that she had recently downloaded. The silent girl was nearly half-asleep when someone tapped her on the arm. She looked up into the face of one of the crewmen. He was saying something to her urgently, and pointing to a dark cloud in the distance.
She took off her headphones. "—below the decks now!" he was telling her. "It's too dangerous out here!"
She nodded when she noticed the gray stormy clouds in the distance, and, grabbing her bag and computer, raced to the stairwell.
Once at hers and her father's rooms, she entered her own and placed her belongings on the lonely bed. She had the presence of mind to turn off the kerosene lamp and set it on the floor. She knew how liable they were to set things on fire if knocked over.
Desirae decided to check on her father. She went out into the hallway, and immediately was doused in a blast of water. She frantically knocked on Ian's door. Mumbling and moving sounds could be heard from inside the room.
"Desi?" Malcolm wondered, when he opened the door. "Why are you wet? Why is the boat wet? Is it storming?"
She nodded, vigorously. The captain flew down the stairs and yelled, "Get in the lifeboats, now!! We're taking on water! The last big wave knocked a hole in our side! We're going to try and get the cargo onto lifeboats, too! Go! Go!"
Malcolm held onto Desirae's arm and pulled her up the stairs. She tried desperately to free herself, wanting to get her belongings. Her father was relentless, and wouldn't let her go back, though.
When they made it to the deck, another crewman directed them to a small blue boat on the side of the ship. Malcolm all but lifted Desirae into the lifeboat before climbing in himself. The dropped the boat into the tumultuous ocean below and ran off to continue to help save the cargo before El Fuerte sank into the sea forever.
Desirae and her father could do nothing more than hang on for their lives as they watched the unforgiving water pound against the boat while the soaked crew hurried to save the freight.
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NoV: Cliffy!!! AAAAHHH!! Tune in next time!