Mary approached a plaza after running through several groves and finding no one but running pirates. The buildings were in ruins around the plaza, and there was a huge hulking figure laying amongst some bricks. She came into the clearing silently, scanning the ground for Bonney. It wouldn't be like her to get caught and beat up in a battle so easily.
Mary saw a familiar figure lying face down on the ground. His long blonde hair cascaded down his breathing body. She was glad of that but as she came closer; she saw the blood stain through his coat. She gasped and her heart beat quickened.
"Basil," she called quietly as she came up beside him. He looked at her through his hair as he lifted his head up. His sad eyes stared back at her and Mary's heart fell.
"Mary," he said, relieved to see her. She bit her lip in empathy as he started to sit up for her. She caught a glimpse of his wound but quickly looked away in fear of getting sick. Mary had always been squeamish. She put his arm around her neck and helped him stand. "Hurry, we must get to my ship or he'll come back," he urged her. She was afraid to find out who 'he' was so she hurried the best she can with him. "It's in Grove 12."
They slowly made it towards Basil's ship where some of his crew was already there. As soon as they were in sight, Basil parted from Mary and began to walk on his own. He walked tall and steady, as if he didn't have a hole through his stomach at all. Basil climbed up the ropes to the ship himself and the crew helped Mary up.
"Captain, you're injured. Shall we help you dress your wounds?" one of the pirates asked. Basil shook his head as Mary came up beside him.
"Set sail for the cove and leave us be until we get there," he ordered. The pirate saluted him and turned to start barking orders.
"But where's Bonney? Has she already left?" Mary asked Basil. He led her to his cabin.
"Most likely. We'll probably run into her at the cove. Until then, we can take care of you. But the archipelago is nowhere for you to be right now," he told her as he opened the door and allowed her in. When he had shut the door, he groaned and slouched over in pain.
"Basil!" Mary breathed as she rushed to help him. He grabbed onto her quickly for support and she led him over to sit in a wooden chair against the wall. "We have to tend to that wound now," she ordered, taking his coat off. Even though Basil wore open-chested clothes, she didn't comprehend his muscular structure until his coat was off. Mary tried not to pay too much attention, but he was rather decent, compared to the only other man's chest she had seen. Once when her father invited Drake over to swim with them in the pool in the gardens, he arrived in shorts, which was new compared to Mary's father's weird striped swim-suit, and rather breathtaking.
"There's medicinal supplies in the bottom drawer," he pointed at a desk along the other wall. As Mary dug through it, he took his gloves off and placed a hand over his wound, gritting his teeth in pain. She came back and sat down beside him, taking a deep breath and opening the box and getting some cotton. She dampened it with a bottle from the box and took Basil's hand from his wound before barely touching it with the cotton. He groaned in pain and Mary tried to clean his wound quickly. He tightened his grip on her hand as the sting increased. When she finished, she let go of his hand and quickly grabbed the gauze and began to dress his wound. It was over in minutes and the pain lessened. Mary gazed up at Basil when she was done.
"Thank you," he muttered gratefully.
"I'm rather squeamish. I'm surprised I did that actually," Mary said as she put the box away.
"It's the light inside you, Mary," Basil told her as he watched her come back from the desk. He laid his head against the wall. "You wanted to help me and you got over your phobia of blood."
"I suppose so," she smiled slightly. "A quick question," she started and he watched her expectantly. "Where is this cove?" she asked.
"Just a few hours away," Basil replied as he tried to stand up from the chair. Mary grabbed him and sat him back down.
"In the mean time, you need to rest. You can't be walking around like that," she said worriedly.
He remained silent and gazed up at her with a stern look.
"You could make the wound bigger or allow infection…" Mary added.
"I guess then that I should lie down," Basil suggested. "You may go out on deck if you'd like. The crew won't bother you and they'll see to your every need."
Mary helped him over to a hammock in the corner of the cabin.
He sat on it and gazed up at her, holding her arm. "Don't be afraid to come back here if you begin to feel lonely. I doubt I'll be going to sleep," he told her. Mary nodded and his grip lessened. She headed out the door, and Basil placed a hand on his dressed wound, which had already bled through. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away and there was no visible blood.