Horror of the North
Lover
"Swabbie! Get yer ass o'er 'ere!" One of the crewmen yelled. Largot was sixteen years old, a freed man and the Swabbie on the Iron Shaft. It wasn't much better than being a slave except on terms of pride, and now he could walk free on the decks at any time without fear of being whipped if seen.
"What is it, Jarold?" Largot asked. Jarold was the first mate.
"Floats-Through-Time wants to see ye, in his cabin after dark. He said he had summat important the tell ye. Also, he didn't seem to want the Cap'n the know."
Largot cringed. After dark. He was busy after dark. He knew that if Floats had something to say it was important. He went out to find the captain's daughter Helen.
He found her in the hold below. She was a woman just as he was a man, she'd grown very beautiful since they had first met. She was a head shorter than Largot, her long blond hair tumbled down past her shoulders, her blue eyes glowed with unquenchable vitality, and her body's proportions were pleasing at worst, absolutely irresistible most of the time. Her face wasn't so hard, but it wasn't so soft either. She had suffered too much for her face to really be soft. She and Largot had become secret friends despite her father's sentiments against his daughter traipsing about with his slave, but she wouldn't be denied. She would sneak out in secret at night and sit with him. They both needed desperate companionship. As they grew to adulthood, so did their feelings of friendship grow to love.
He snuck up behind her as she checked the barrels and whirled her around, planting a kiss on her lips and feeling up her ass. She kissed back and placed her hand between his legs. They pulled out for a moment, but before they could continue, Largot stopped it. "Not now, someone might see us."
"I don't care, I love you." Helen replied, kissing him again.
"I love you, too. But if someone sees us your father will hang me off the bow as a prize for buzzards. And then you'd be alone, and I'll never let that happen." Largot whispered.
"Tonight then." She said, taking a step back and smiling.
"About that," Largot said, "I'm going to be a little late."
"Why?" She asked. Largot had only been late for their meetings once since they changed from his room to the Crow's Nest.
"Some of Float's sorcery. He's saved us both before, and I want to see if there's anything there about your father, and when we should kill him."
"Alright, I'll try and bear my time without you." She said, and they kissed goodbye, holding it for as long as they felt safe doing, and went their separate ways for the day. The only thing that came close to Largot in her priorities was avenging her mother. Largot felt sorry for saying that, because if he hadn't she never would have let him go, but if Floats didn't say anything about it then she'd be angry, and he'd have to go for days without her smile, her kiss or her touch. He silently prayed and went about with his work, sharing secret glances with Helen whenever their paths crossed, until sunset when his shift ended and he went down to Floats' cabin.