BlackLynx17: I lost my laptop charger so I couldn't post this fanfic for the longest. Sorry everyone. Happy new year!
Title: Love At First Sight
Secret Title: Pirate Love
Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It's All Over
Mest has never felt so bad before in his life. No, that's not true. He's forgetting the time he was stabbed in the neck and was chocking on his own blood. This isn't as bad as that, but it still hurts. Erza was right; their crew was fearsome. He watched as his friends were cut down, but he couldn't stop to help them. He kept trying to protect his own life, to get back to her. Victory was right in front of him when their ship was burned. Mest watched them jump into sea and ordered his crew to finish the fight.
There were more reinforcements on land when they arrived. So many hurt, so much blood. They were the last ones standing though and Mest finally let the pain overcome him. He laid there on the beach, letting Mira help him stop the bleeding, fix him up. He was cut down and shot at so many times he doesn't know which pain is from which wound; everything just hurts.
"How many?" He manages to choke out.
"Shh Captain, we'll worry about that later. First let's make sure you're okay."
"Mira, how many?" Mest asks again, staring into her eyes.
Mirajane is covered in blood, just like him. She fought like a demon, protecting her sister and brother, protecting her family. She wasn't able to protect everyone though, Mest can see it on her face. She's ready to cry, but doesn't knowing that it'll only waste time she could be using towards helping others.
"I don't know... I really don't know Mest," her voice breaks.
Mest balls his hands up into fists. At least Wendy was alright. His crew may not be, and his ship may be damaged, but at least she was. Hopefully someone on deck was getting her help now, letting her save everyone who was left behind.
"Is it all really over?" He asks.
"Laxus is leading another group to scout the island; those who can still fight are with him. If it isn't, it will be soon." She tells him.
Mest looks up at the moon and sighs out, "this fucking sucks."
Mirajane hiccups and laughs, a few tears falling out of her eyes, "it does, but we're okay. We made it. Pirate's life."
Mest sniff and nods his head, watching the stars twinkle above him, "pirate's life."
The next morning he wakes up to the sight of his ship landed on the beach. His friends are scattered around and Mest is alone, lying down on the sand with a coat thrown over him. He leans up and groans heavily, clutching his chest as he ignores the pain to sit up.
"Mest."
He looks up and sees Levy walking towards him. She leans down and helps him into a sitting position, checking his bandages to make sure he didn't reopen his wounds.
"Levy," Mest whispers out.
She looks wrecked. Her eyes are heavy, bags underneath them, her hair a mess, and her outfit is still covered in blood. She looks like she's been crying all night. Mest reaches out his hand and grabs her tightly.
"Who did we lose?"
Levy's voice hitches up and new tears begin to fall out her eyes, "Mickey... Tono... Wan... and Joey."
Mest closes his eyes and sighs out, squeezing them tightly. His friends, friends he'll never see again. They were too good to die this kind of way.
"We haven't found Enno, Krov, or Mikuni yet... Mest-"
"Are we still looking? Help me up, I don't care how hurt I am I'm going to help find them. They might have drifted here on a different part of the island-"
"Wendy's missing as well."
Mest feels his breath get taken from him. He falls back towards the ground, his legs given out underneath him, and clutches at his heart as he struggles to breathe.
"We went into the infirmary Mest, but it was nearly blown to pieces. We didn't find her there... we don't know how long she was gone for. She might have fallen overboard, she might have landed here, we're looking Mest. We're going to find her, along with everyone else."
He's lost her... again. He swore to protect her, swore to provide for her, yet he's lost her. He couldn't protect anyone. She was supposed to be his first concern, he was supposed to be her husband and protect her.
"Mest? Mest please, everything is going to be okay." Levy tells him, gripping his hand tightly.
"You don't know that." He whispers.
"Of course I don't, but I believe. You have to believe too Mest. If Wendy was gone don't you think you would feel it?"
But he does feel it. Feels a world with her absence, feels a world where she's not by his side. How can he sit here while she's missing? How can he be so okay with it? Mest grips Levy's hand tightly and uses her to help him stand up.
"Mest?! Mest stop! Mest your wounds are going to open up again! You'll bleed out!"
"Let go of me Levy! Wendy! I need to find Wendy! She needs me! WENDY!" Mest yells out loudly, heading towards the forest.
"Mest! Someone help me stop him!" Levy cries out.
Erza comes running over and hops on Mest, tackling him down. He screams out loudly in pain, his bandages turning red, but Erza doesn't move as she pins him.
"Calm down Mest!"
"My wife is missing! She may be dead! I have to find her! I have to Erza!"
"You don't have to, we will! All you have to do is rest! Everyone is scouting the island right now looking for our lost friends! You can't Mest, you need to wait and rest-"
"I need to do no such thing! She's my wife!"
"You're not the only one who loves her Mest!" Erza screams at his face.
Mest freezes when he feels her tears falling on his cheeks.
"We all lost friends today. Good friends we'll never see again and we're trying desperately to make sure we don't lose any others. If Wendy is alive Mest we will find her. Don't even think of anything else. She will be found, everyone will. Enno, and Krov, and Mikuni too! We're going to find them all!"
Mest lets his body relax and feels just how much pain he is in again. He allows it to help him with his feelings, numbing the fear of not being able to do anything for his wife.
"Lisanna! We need more bandages over here! Mest is bleeding again!"
"I told her to wait in there for me. I thought it would be safer... but she still ended up getting hurt. I prided myself on protecting her, but I don't know how to do it Erza. I don't know how to protect Wendy. I keep failing."
Erza sighs and gets off him, "Mest... you do your best. That is all anyone can hope for. Wendy is a strong girl, she can protect herself as well."
Mest doesn't respond back. He wants to ask what if she isn't found? What if she's gone? What if she's lost at sea? How long will they stay here searching for her body they will never find? He wants to voice all his doubts and fears, but he doesn't. He doesn't say a thing. He just lays there on the beach and cries. Cries for his lost friends. Cries for his lost wife. Cries for every promise he's made to her that he couldn't fulfill.
Step after step. That's all it is. Just keep walking. Keep moving forward towards him, towards Mest. Step after step. One after the other. She can hear the ocean up ahead of her. She can hear the waves moving back and forth. Once she's there she'll look for her ship. It should be there. If it isn't then she'll go find it. There's no way they could have lost. There's no way her friends are gone forever. Her sword is dragging behind her, she can't really feel the strength to lift it up anymore. Her gun is hanging in her other hand. It's not longer filled with bullets, but she can still use it to scare others and throw it.
She makes it through the trees, the sunlight shining strongly on her. The rough dirt turns to soft sand and she looks ahead of herself. She sees the sea, vast and empty. She sees the Vermillion, huge and majestic, beached on the sand. She sees a group of people surrounding it, her friends. She knew they would be here, she knew that they would win.
"Mest," Wendy croaks out.
She walks forward, step after step, dragging her feet she feels her body failing her. She's moving closer and closer though, close enough for people to see her, close enough to hear the screams of her name.
"WENDY!"
Mest eyes shoot open and he groans as he leans up from his resting position. He turns his head around and looks for her, knowing his friends wouldn't do such a cruel thing to yell out her name if she wasn't there. He sees someone walking over, people running over towards the figure, and he struggles with all his might to get up and run after them.
She isn't the Wendy he remembers though. She was smiling when they last saw each other, her eyes full of life. She was laughing when he last saw her, her face full of joy. She was telling him to come back to her, her voice full of love. Mest eyes widen and he chokes out a sob as he gets closer to her. Her hair... her beautiful, exotic, luxurious, long hair... it's gone. It's all gone. It's been chopped off, all lop-sided, pieces longer on one side than the other. She's covered in blood, whose blood he can't tell from here. There's blood on her sword, so he knows for sure it isn't all hers. Their friends finally reach her and grab for her.
Wendy looks at these people and recognize them as her friends. She finally releases the tight hold she has on her weapons and lets them fall to the ground. She's safe now, she doesn't need them. The hands are touching her, holding her, and she lets them. She doesn't feel like walking anymore, she doesn't feel like standing. She doesn't feel anything except for a strong need to see her husband.
"Wendy," Mest breathes out, finally reaching her side.
Everyone breaks away to give them space and Wendy looks up, her eyes cold and lifeless. She reaches out and touches Mest's cheek, leaving a trail of blood where she's touched.
"Mest," she whispers, and then she finally starts letting out all the tears she's been holding back out of fear, "I'm sorry. I couldn't- I wasn't... I'm sorry."
For leaving. For getting hurt. For cutting off her hair. For worrying him. She's sorry for everything. Mest cries out and reaches for her, crushing her against his chest. He thought he lost her. He thought she was gone forever; he thought the worse things, but she was here right now. That was all that mattered. She was here.
They burned Mickey, Tono, Wan, Joey, and Krov on that island. They cut down some trees, held a bonfire, and watched as the ashes of their friends became dust in the wind. Enno was found on the other side of the shore barely breathing, while Krov and Mikuni were washed up on land. Only Mikuni was alive.
The Vermillion was trashed. It was going to take weeks to fix her up; they had suffered more casualties than they first thought. The island was swept clean of any lingering pirates; it was Fairy Tail's property now. Luckily for them there was still a town there, although deserted, with tools and materials for them to fix up old Vermillion. They also found a treasure stash hidden there, treasures beyond their wildest dreams, but no one could think of that. Not when their friends were gone; not when they couldn't share their success. Mest had ordered all of them not to die and only a few were not able to follow orders.
Wendy was safe though, in his arms. She was there and he wasn't going to let her go. She was fine, according to Mirajane and Elfman. She didn't have any injuries really, just exhaustion as far as they could tell. She wasn't talking though. It was all too much for her. The fear of dying, being chased, having to kill, returning to her friends only to find out some of them had died... she wasn't used to such pain. She wasn't used to any of it.
She watched the wind put out the embers of the bonfire and felt empty inside. No more tears were coming up; she had nothing left to cry out. Mest hid his face in the crook of her neck and she felt his tears, but had nothing to offer back. The danger was gone, but that fear still exist.
"Mest... what do we do?"
Erza didn't want to ask that question. She knew what she had to do, they all did. None of them wanted to do it though. None of them wanted to move on and forget. Mest had to be the first, he had to be the strongest, because if he wasn't there to lead then everyone would fall apart.
"What we always do Erza. Keep going. Fix up the Vermillion as soon as possible, load the ship with whatever supplies and valuables we find, and then sail off. It hurts now, but it always does in the beginning. We can't forget what we still have now. We can't forget that we're still alive. Everyone, we must move on."
It hurt to say, but it needed to be heard. Everyone nodded their heads and called on in agreement, doing exactly what was ordered and moved on. Mest stayed there sitting with Wendy, running his fingers through her hair, feeling it end way too quickly to look and find out that it's all gone over and over again.
"Wendy," he calls her.
Wendy turns her head and blinks in acknowledgment, but doesn't say a word. Mest's face crumbles and he pulls her towards him, hugging her close.
"I'm sorry Wendy, I'm sorry."
Why is he sorry? There's nothing he could have done for her. She should be the sorry one, not him. Wendy reaches up and pats Mest's head, running her fingers through his hair soothingly. He suddenly stands up and lifts her to her feet, bending down to carry her in his arms. He starts walking towards the Vermillion, needing to be with her away from the others.
"Come on, up you go," Mest says giving her a lift to climb onto the ship.
Wendy's muscles scream in protest, but she's able to pull herself up onto the slanted ship. Mest is climbing up right behind her and grabs her hand when he's on. He helps her keep balance as they walk downstairs and head towards their bedroom. A lot of things in their room has fallen off where it belongs, but the bed is still intact. Mest walks over and pushes it slightly so it isn't as uneven and uncomfortable before he pulls Wendy to his side and tucks her in.
"Wendy, please talk to me. Please tell me your okay." Mest whispers.
Wendy rests her head against his chest.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I'm sorry you got hurt. I failed as a husband, you have every right to be angry with me, but please, please, you have to say something. Yell at me, scream at me, cry, I don't care, just let me hear your voice." Mest begs her.
Wendy lets out a shaky sigh, "Mest."
His voice hitches and he hugs her even tighter.
"I'm okay Mest, I'm okay."
"Wendy-" his voice cracks as tears begin falling out of his eyes.
Wendy doesn't have any tears left, so she hugs him tightly and runs her hands up and down his back. She lets him cry his heart out and is there for him, wishing she could do more, wishing she could take the pain away.
"What happened Wendy? Please, tell me what happened."
Wendy blinks softly as he stares into her eyes, "I'm scared to."
"Why? You have nothing to fear, you're safe now. You're safe in my arms."
"You'll... you'll be mad... and disappointed. I didn't listen to you, I didn't... I don't want you mad. I don't want you hurt. You're already... I don't want to make you cry anymore." Wendy whispers.
Mest reaches out and kisses her, long and hard. Wendy pulls away for breath, but he doesn't allow her to get much before he's crashing their lips together again. Mad? Disappointed? How could he be any of those things towards her? He thought he lost her again! He thought she was dead again! Twice he believed this! He swore it would never happen again, yet it did! She should be the mad and disappointed one! Not him! Never him!
"Mest!" Wendy cries out, pulling away.
"I love you Wendy, more than anything in the world. I would never, could never feel any of those things. You mean too much, so much! I can't- I can't even- I was so scared. I was fighting so hard to protect you that I didn't even notice you were no longer there to protect! I failed you Wendy! I failed you!" Mest moans out.
Wendy breaths heavily as she tries catching her breath. They both think that they are to blame. This is classic them; they need to talk things out. They just need to talk and listen, but she's scared to relive everything. She's scared to remember the people she's hurt, she doesn't want to. Mest was right. She wasn't a fighter; she wasn't meant to fight people and take lives. She couldn't regret learning how to, because if she hadn't then she surly would have died, but she can't handle the guilt and pressure of taking a life.
"Mest... I didn't listen. Everything would have ended up being okay if I had listened, but I didn't."
Mest blinks at her, "what?"
"I-" Wendy bites her bottom lip hard, shaking her head.
Mest comforts her and cups her cheeks, stroking lightly as he forces her to stare into his eyes.
"It's okay Wendy, it's just me and you. I'm here for you, I'm here right now."
Wendy sniffs and nods her head, "Happy escaped."
"No he didn't, everyone found him and Charlie. They're safe right now."
It pleased her heart so much to hear that; she shakes her head at him, not meaning that though, "no, before. During the raid. A cannonball broke through the walls, there was a hole. Happy escaped through it. I went after him and ran into a pirate."
Mest sucks in his breath, but he keeps stroking Wendy's cheeks to soothe her.
"I was going to fight him, he was hurting Happy, but a cannonball got him first. He flew right into the wall, then the ship lurched, and I was thrown into sea. It hurt, I was drowning, but I kept swimming and swimming and let the current push me to land."
So she was safe. She wasn't there when the other cannonballs flew through the walls destroying the infirmary.
"I tried getting up, but I didn't have any strength. Then I saw someone, the captain of the ship. He was washed ashore as well and he started chasing me."
"Wendy," Mest groans, his hands shaking on her face now.
"He caught me Mest, he grabbed my hair, but I had my sword. I could have fought him, I could have killed him," she whimpers, tears pooling around her eyes.
She thought she was all cried out, but recalling the memories, living through them once again, she remembers that fear.
"He tried to reach for his sword, but he had no weapon. I could have won Mest, I could have saved myself before anything happened... but I didn't," she cries out, tears running down her cheeks, "I couldn't. I was so scared to kill him. I didn't want to, so I cut it off Mest. I'm sorry, but I cut off my hair and ran! I shouldn't have, if I just would have tried harder, I ended up killing him anyway, if only I would have done it sooner then I wouldn't have lost what you loved so much!"
"Wendy! Wendy, shush, there, there, please stop crying love, please stop crying. I'm not upset about your hair, it's still beautiful, it'll grow back, I still love you Wendy. I know you knew how precious I thought it was, but it's okay. Don't worry, please don't worry. I'm not mad, I'm happy. You're in my arms right now and I'm happy that I still have you," Mest comforts.
He tries wiping her tears away, but they keep flowing freely out of her eyes.
"I couldn't outrun him. He caught me the first time and I knew he was going to catch me again. He kept talking about keeping me alive and using me, letting his crew use me and forcing me to watch as he killed everyone in front of me. I hid Mest, I hid and had the chase to kill him again, but I didn't. I couldn't resolve myself, I couldn't allow myself. I thought of you though, I thought of wanting to return to you, and I knew he was going to kill me if I didn't fight, so I made a plan and begged him not to come any closer. I gave him a chance Mest, I truly did, but he t-touch- he touched me Mest and I just-"
She's shaking in his arms. Mest goes still as he stares at her. He listens to the story and his mind goes crazy as he replays what he just heard. He wanted to use her, he wanted to let his crew use her, he touched her. He touched his wife, his Wendy, he dared lay his hands on the love of his life...
"I shot him. I didn't watch him die, but I know he did. I shot him and just left him there Mest. I started wandering back to you guys, and someone else got in my way, and I struck them down as well. I'm a murderer Mest. I killed people. They were going to hurt me, I didn't want to, they didn't give me any choice and I just- I just-"
She can't breathe again. She can't breathe. She's trying to catch her breath, but it's not coming to her. Mest remembers himself and starts stroking Wendy's cheek again, forcing her to look at him.
"In," he breathes in.
Wendy breathes in.
"Out," he breaths out.
Wendy copies. She copies his breathing as she watches him go in and out, in and out, his chest rising and falling. She feels herself start to calm down and Mest is helping her, making her feel safe, comforting her. Once she captures her breath he's presses small kisses against her cheeks, kissing her tears away.
"Wendy, you did what you had to do to get back to me. I don't blame you, no one does. I'm so proud that you were strong enough to keep yourself safe. You came back to me Wendy, in one piece, and I'm so proud of you because of that. Thank you Wendy. Thank you for coming back to me. Thank you for allowing me to love you a little bit longer."
Wendy's heart stops racing and she lowers her eyes, a peace washing over her. These are the words she wanted to hear. That it was okay for her to do what she had to do. That no one would blame her for trying to survive, because she had to get back to Mest. She had to. He needed her and she needed him.
"But Wendy... when you said touch... what did you mean exactly?"
He tries to keep his voice leveled, but it's filled with angry. Wendy rests her head on his chest again and closes her eyes, not wishing to relive this. He needs to know though; Mest isn't going to be at peace until he knows.
"The first one... he licked my tears off my cheek. He was going to try and do more, but I killed him first. The second... he held me down. My gun was jammed and he tackled me down... I fixed it in time, he was too busy trying to pull of my... that was all. There was a third guy, he was defenseless. I told him to run, but he still thought he could take me and my sword slashed through him... I promise that was everything. None of them were able to... it made me realize how scary it was. To be taken forcefully without ever experiencing it with you. I was scared. That's all they wanted from me; they didn't see me as a threat, or figured that I would fight back. They just wanted to use me."
Mest takes in a deep breath and lets a shaky one out. He rolls around in bed, hovering over Wendy, trapping her between his arms. His eyes are filled with such conflict Wendy reaches out and tries to stroke that anger away, rubbing the lines between his foreheads softly.
"Do you want to?"
Wendy tilts her head to the side, "do I want to what?"
"Experience it."
She doesn't understand, but then all of a sudden it clicks. She gasps softly, her fingers no longer moving, as she stares at the determined look in his eyes.
"You should never- they shouldn't have- you're more than-..." Mest struggles to find the words, "I love you. I wanted you to be ready, I wanted to make sure you were prepared and it didn't hurt and you would feel so good and love it. They were just going to take you though, take you with no consideration, make you cry, hurt you- and I just- I've never even had you yet they were going to take that away from me! Your first! I don't ever want you to experience such a thing! I'd rather they kill you because what they were going to do would have been worse! Wendy-... I can't protect you. I'm realizing this now. I've let you get hurt... too many times. I want to, but I keep failing... I can do this for you though. I can make you forget, I can make you feel great, make you feel wonderful. You just have to tell me what you want."
"Mest," Wendy sighs out, her eyebrows furrowing, "is that how you truly feel? That all you can offer me now is a clumsy embrace? Oh Mest, you're so stupid. Of course you can protect me-"
"I can't though Wendy! I can't! Not when Lyon kidnapped you! Not when these assholes chased after you!"
"That wasn't your fault-"
"And yet I couldn't do a single thing for you! Hell I didn't even know you were gone until the fighting was over! Wendy, what kind of husband am I if I can't even protect my wife?!"
Wendy takes a small breath, "Mest... you do protect me. From danger, from my fears, you protect my heart Mest. You make sure nothing ever happens to it... you do protect me. You are a great husband Mest and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else... I just wish I could be a better wife-"
"Don't you dare say such a thing! You are perfect Wendy! Perfect! It's this world that is cruel to us! Not you!"
Wendy smiles softly, "why can't you feel that way about yourself? Since you're saying it so easily about me?"
Mest frowns down at her. He can say it easily because it is true about her; he can't say it about himself because it isn't. He leans down and kisses her softly, shaking his head when they part.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do you or don't you?"
Wendy frowns back at him and lets her hands fall to her sides, "do you?"
"I'm asking you Wendy."
"And I'm asking you back Mest, because to me it seems like you don't really want to. You're just offering it because you think that's what I want, so if that's the case then no, I do not. But if this is something you need, if you need to be with me like this to know, to understand, that you are my first everything and they weren't able to take that away from you, then I do, because I love you, and I want to be with you. I don't want it to be for any other reason than our love."
Mest stills and lowers his head down, placing it on the pillow beside her head. He sighs out loudly next to her ear and lets his body fall on top of her. It isn't crushing her, but it is a little uncomfortable. Wendy doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around his neck and holds him tight.
"I'm so unromantic." He mumbles against the cushions.
"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles back.
"I want our first to be after a huge fight where we literally just burned our friends stranded on an island where the inhabitants tried to kill us."
"Well if you say anything in that tone of voice of course it wouldn't sound good."
Mest chuckles deeply against her. He moves his arms to curl around her body, nuzzling his head against the crook of her neck.
"I love you Wendy, so much."
"I know Mest, I love you too."
"I just want to make you happy. Every time I think we're good, every time I think we're safe... shit keeps happening that makes me question what we're doing out here pirating when I should be protecting you and providing for you on some safe land somewhere."
"There will always be problems Mest, we can't control fate. Even if we were safe in some peaceful little town bad things would still happen. Would it make you feel better if I told you there's no place I rather be right now than pirating? What can I say? A pirate's life for me. I've really gotten used to it. To take that life away from me now before I'm ready would be cruel."
Mest gulps and he nuzzles closer to her, "what about a family? We could live someplace safe, far away from Fiore, far away from pirates, and the sea. In the middle of some land. We could have a big farm, I could give you all the pets and animals you want... all the children you want."
"You speak as if you're ready to give up this life as well," Wendy giggles.
"I am, if that's what you want Wendy. I can't... you mean too much to me now. If anything happened, I wouldn't be able to go on... living without you. My heart understands that, my mind understands that, and my body understands that. It'll do anything to make sure you stay with me Wendy, so... tell me what you want. Tell me what I can do for you, so I can do it."
"Mest, I don't want you giving up anything for me. I just want you with me."
"And you'll accept the dangers?"
"Of course."
"The risk of death?"
"Yes Mest."
"The killing? The murdering?"
Wendy lets out a shaky breath, "I did what I had to do to get back to you. If I had to murder 100 people... I would. If it meant saving you, getting back to you... I would do that Mest, for you."
She's willing to do anything for him, just like he's willing to do anything for her. They really are a strange couple.
"I don't know anymore. We can stay like this for a while longer. When we come across a place we love though, a place where you can imagine raising a family, let's do it. Let's give up everything and live the simple life, married with kids."
"What happened to the thought of being a father scaring you?"
"It disappeared after the thought of you being dead entered my mind a second time. I rather have you with child than have nothing at all."
"That's a weird way to say that. I think you would make an excellent father Mest. Maybe a bit too protective," she teases, "but any daughter or son of ours would be loved by you."
"I want that." Mest mumbles.
He imagines it. A peaceful home, a child's laughter filling the rooms, where the worse thing that could happen is a simple boo boo. Wendy, belly swollen, and glowing. Their kids, bright smiles on their faces. Him, as proud as any man could be. Nothing happening to them. Nothing threatening them, chasing after them, fighting them, trying to kill them. Nothing but peace and love.
"Do you feel better Mest?"
Mest moans and nods his head, "just let me stay like this a little while longer."
"Okay, I find this comfortable as well. After we wake up from our nap lets see the others and do our part to help the Vermillion sail again. I don't think she'll mind if we rest our eyes for just a second though," Wendy yawns a little.
Mest doesn't say anything, but he agrees. Just a small little nap. He listens to the sound of Wendy's heartbeat and lets it lull him to sleep.
