Freckles
Cara released a groan of relief and let Ace fall to the cave floor. She had managed to pull him in far enough so they would be out of the rain. Dropping to her knees, she placed her finger under his nose. His breath brushed against her skin. "Well, you didn't die. Not sure if that's a good thing or not."
Cara proceeded to check his exposed skin for injuries. She found none. But she did notice the pink on Ace's cheeks had darkened to a red. Not surprising after their dip in the ocean. It would be a miracle if he didn't end up with the flu after all this.
Goosebumps rose on her arms. Cold wind whipping through an already cold, damp cave was not ideal for a sick person.
Pushing herself back to her feet, Cara headed back out into the storm to gather up some wood so she didn't get sick. When she pulled enough into the cave she stepped back over to Ace. Helping him sit up, she swatted his face a couple times. "Hey, wake up. Come on. Wakey, wakey."
Ace stirred and opened his eyes.
"Focus. I know you're sick and we almost drowned, but I need you to dry out this wood." Cara waved to the piles. Ace followed her moves, but did nothing. She growled. "Snap out of it. You can't be that under the weather." She lifted his arm towards the wood. "Make some fire. We survived drowning and a raging storm. I refuse to die from hypothermia! Now fire!"
Ace's hand flared up. Fire shot out and flew around the wood, catching some on fire. His body then slumped against Cara's.
"Well, I didn't mean for you to catch so much on fire." Cara laid him back down and proceeded to move the burning sticks away from the pile. Once it was all in place, Cara stripped down to her bottom layer so her clothes could dry out. Her eyes fell upon Ace. She moved closer to him and removed his hat and shoes. Pausing she debated removing his shorts. She chewed on her bottom lip for a minute before going ahead and taking them off. Luckily he wore boxers underneath. "You better stay asleep for a while. I don't think I could handle you being away right now."
Care shifted back towards the fire and away from the sleeping teen. Heat engulfed her, warming her skin. She sat in the cave listening to the storm outside and the snapping wood inside.
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Cara stood by the cave entrance. The wind has shifted so the rain wasn't coming inside. But the storm continued to rage on as it had for the past two hours. Thoughts on where their ship ended up wandered through her mind. If it went down they were going to be stuck on this island. Sure Whitebeard would send someone for them, but that could be weeks away. It was a small consolation. She was glad to be away from her home island, but being stuck on an island with Ace wasn't going to be pleasant. Neither was being hungry as her stomach reminded her with its rumbling. "If only we had been able to eat lunch before the storm hit."
Her mouth watered at the thought of the juicy tomatoes Ace was cutting up. With a heavy sigh she headed back to the fire to check on him. Once the storm broke she would go out and see if this island had anything for them to eat.
Cara knelt beside Ace. Placing her hand on his forehead she gauged his fever. It was still up. She removed her hand, her eyes locking onto his face. "Hm." She hummed as she took in Ace's freckles. "Hate to say it, but they do make you look cute. A little bit anyway. You have a baby face. Girls must love you." She watched him sleep for a few more minutes before speaking again. "I wonder... what kind of person you would be if your dad wasn't the king of the pirates. Would you have become a marine? A lawyer?" She chuckled. "Or maybe you would be a farmer. Yup. I can totally see you wearing a straw hat and holding a chicken in your arms."