Happily Ne'er After: Chapter EIGHT!
:D Woo! After a long hiatus from writing ANYTHING, I'm back and I decided to finish this once and for all. The ending was going to be crazy… maybe I'll kick it up a notch. I'm thinking this chapter and the next, maybe an epilogue. Just keep an eye on it, will you?
Thanks for hanging in there with me.
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Chapter 8: The Seas of Torment
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"LAND HO!"
I opened my eyes slowly and blinked at the dimness of the cabin. Four hours couldn't have passed while we were asleep. Careful not to wake Marcus, I shuffled out to the deck, where quite a few members of the crew were gathered around, watching the landmass grow larger in the distance.
Smiling, I ran back to the cabin but collided with Marcus halfway there. "What's the hurry?" he said sleepily. I grabbed his arm and dragged him out to the deck. However, the landmass was merely a speck in the distance.
I pointed half-heartedly, staring round confusedly at everyone else. Ezekiel stood nearby, grinning toothlessly, with a mug full of brown steaming liquid that smelled terrible. Marcus raised an eyebrow at me.
"It looks like a full day's sail from here." But he smiled. "Come. Let us break our fast." (1)
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It was getting harder and harder to stay silent. The plates and mugs on the tables slid back and forth as the waves rocked the boat. Now and again, the water would rush against the sides of the vessel with a monstrous strength, and we could hear the wood beginning to splinter.
There was a loud cracking sound and the whole ship jolted, making Ezekiel drop his drink all over the floor. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!" came a cry.
Every sailor stood and rushed from the galley to try to keep the ship together. "That means you," said a gruff voice and I was picked up by the collar and thrown out to the ferocious weather that threatened to…what the hell?
"Turn away! Turn away!" Three men were struggling to turn the ship away from a humongous obstacle that was coming closer each minute. It was white, blue, and incredibly shiny.
"Roland!" Marcus grabbed my arm and pulled me towards our assigned ropes. Ezekiel, with a full mouth of yellow teeth, grinned at me. "C'mon, kids, hurry up! This ship ain't gonna hold unless we get the sails taut!"
I scrambled to grab the line, but the whole floor seemed covered with salt water and an empty mug spilled the brown liquid into a puddle. Marcus cried out and the back of my head hit something incredibly hard.
I remembered nothing but slowly and painfully coming to the next morning…
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End Chapter.
(1) I think it's hilarious when you hear someone say break their fast instead of having breakfast. But maybe that's just me.
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