Long time no see! I would've had this chapter up a week ago if my computer didn't glitch and delete it halfway through .
So here's chapter 8, I hope y'all like it, and i put a bit on bellarke in here to apologize. (disclaimer: i don't own the 100 :(
CHAPTER 8
Clarke hit the water hard, the impact knocking the air out of her lungs. She reached for the surface, but her clothes and weapon were weighing her down and dragged her deeper and deeper. She kicked her legs like she had seen others do, but it was useless. Her arms were still reaching upwards when strong hands grabbed hers and pulled her up.
Clarke gasped for breath when her head broke through the surface. Panting, she looked over and saw Raven holding her up, but the mechanic was struggling.
"Grab onto my shoulders!" Raven shouted. Clarke nodded, and gripped her shoulders, and Raven rolled onto her stomach and started to paddle and kick towards the island and the rest of the crew. Clarke was dangling diagonally over Raven's back, but the combined weight from both of them was weighing Raven down. Raven was panting and gasping and her head kept dipping underwater, but she kept swimming nevertheless.
"Raven! It's no use! I'm dragging you down!" Clarke exclaimed. She let go of her shoulders and pushed Raven away. Since the mechanic was too exhausted to try and grab the sinking princess again, she swam in desperation towards the nearest body to ask for help. Clarke rolled in the waves, dipping in and out of the water. She paddled, or at least tried to, in a feeble attempt to swim, but it barely helped her stay above the water. With a choke and a gasp, Clarke felt her strength wane and her body star to sink again. The cold water drained her energy, and Clarke thrashed in the water to try and keep afloat, when once again strong arms grabbed her by the waist and heaved her towards the surface.
Clarke inhaled the brisk, salty air and looked up at her rescuer. Bellamy's face met hers, and she could see the worry in his features.
"Come on Princess, how many times do I have to fish you out of trouble?" He joked lightly to try and lighten the mood. Clarke spat out a laugh, and held on to the Captain's broad shoulders, her hands twining around his neck and fingers twirling in his curls. Bellamy maneuvered their bodies so that Clarke was underneath him with her body flush against his, and wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her tight against him and above the water. He held her up so that her face was even with his, giving him freedom to kick his legs and swim without hitting her. Clarke kept her arms wrapped around his neck and held herself up to allow him to use his arms to swim. Her flushed face was inches away from his, and she could see the many freckles dotting his skin. His warm brown eyes were fixed on the island behind them, but every once in a while he would look down and meet her blue gaze.
"Thank you." Clarke murmured quietly. She felt Bellamy tense slightly, then relax.
"You're welcome." He replied in a husky voice.
"Your ship, I can't believe-"
"It was just a ship. The important thing is that everyone is safe." Bellamy stated, but Clarke could see the grief in his eyes and knew his true feelings. He had lost his home. All of them had.
"Morgan's most likely dead." Clarke stuttered. She could feel tears filling her eyes, and willed them away.
"Many of us are. There were crewmates down in the cargo bay when we hit the reef. They didn't stand a chance." Bellamy said with a dark curse. Clarke pulled herself tighter against him so that her chin rested on his shoulder and sighed.
"We'll survive." She whispered. She felt Bellamy nod, and the rest of the trip to shore passed in silence. Looking over the Captain's back, Clarke could see the main mast starting to dip under the waves, and saw chests and clothes floating in the water. Boxes and barrels drifted in the sea, and some were slowly following the current towards the shore of the island.
Bellamy was breathing heavily when they were close enough to touch the sandy bottom with their feet. Clarke released the tired Captain and started to walk on her own towards the shore where she could see the crew milling about and fishing random items out of the water, as well as bodies. Clarke shivered, and clutched her torso in an attempt to warm herself. Bellamy glanced over at the shivering woman next to him and thrust his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him.
"Wha-" Clarke exclaimed, looking up at the Captain's blank face in confusion.
"We need to keep warm." He said as an explanation. Clarke nodded, and allowed Bellamy to hold her against him, and by the time they reached the shore, she was sure she was acting as support to keep him from collapsing from exhaustion.
"Captain!" Multiple voices chorused.
"What's the status?" Bellamy panted. Clarke held her position against his side with his arm slung over her shoulder, and her arm wrapped around his waist.
"We're getting ready to do a head count, but it doesn't look good sir. We've already fished a few out of the water, and more and more are still coming. Supplies are low, and most have been damaged by the water, or are at the bottom of the ocean." Jasper said. He had come running up the moment Bellamy and Clarke's feet had hit the sandy beach, and apparently he had lost his goggles sometime during the chaos, and Clarke thought he looked strange without them atop his brown bangs. Clarke's grip tightened around Bellamy's waist at the news, and his arm pulled her in tighter. She looked up at him, and he looked down with a grave expression. Luckily, they had sailed out towards one of the bigger islands in the chain, otherwise they would be screwed and stuck on a patch of sand like Murphy.
"We need to recover whatever we can. I don't like the chill in the air, and I'll start a headcount." Bellamy said, taking command of the situation.
"I'll start treating the wounded with whatever I can find." Clarke said, her voice raspy and sore from the water. Bellamy nodded, and they stayed in each other's arms for a moment, not wanting to leave the warm feeling of safety they provided. Jasper looked at the Captain with a raised brow, and Clarke pulled her arm away from the Captain's waist. Bellamy soon pulled away, a bit reluctantly, and they ran off in separate directions. Bellamy dove back into the water to fish out bodies and supplies, and Clarke ran towards the remaining crew.
"Does anybody need medical treatment? Are we okay?" Clarke shouted, glancing around at the remaining crew. The knot in her chest loosened every time she saw a familiar face. She knew Monty was still missing, and Morgan was most likely dead, but every fearful face she saw filled her with hope. She treated a few scrapes with some leaves from the forest floor behind the beach and inspected bumped heads.
"Clarke!" A familiar voice cried. Before the princess had time to turn to face the caller, she was tackled in a tight bear hug.
"Oof!" She grunted. Clarke looked at the brown head on her shoulder, and recognized her attacker as Octavia. She hugged the crying girl back, and pulled away to inspect her for any wounds.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" Both of them said at the same time. Clarke chuckled along with Octavia and let the girl speak first.
"I was so scared when the ship started to sink! I was one of the first in the water. I was so worried for you and everyone else! What are we going to do now?" She asked, wiping away a few stray tears. Clarke's fist clenched at the girl's question. It was the question of the day. What were they going to do now?
"I don't know, Octavia. We're going to do what we need to in order to survive." Clarke reassured. Octavia nodded, and smiled at the princess.
"I'm going to go find my brother, and help with the rescues." She said, running off and leaving Clarke. The blonde continued to check out any wounds anyone had, and luckily most were minor scrapes and bumps from the impact in the water and debris. After a few minutes of wandering around and checking in with the crew, Clarke made her way over to where the Captain was standing, along with most of the survivors.
"Bellamy, what's the count?" Clarke asked when she squeezed next to him, tapping his arm to get his attention. Bellamy sighed, and pulled Clarke away from the crowd.
"It doesn't look good, Princess. About two thirds of the crew is alive and on the beach, and the rest are dead. The prisoners in the brig are definitely dead, and anyone below the second level is most likely dead. Supplies are low, since most of them were in the cargo bay. Thankfully since we just resupplied, we have a bit to survive on, but everything is water damaged. No medical supplies, no food." Bellamy concluded gravely. Clarke bit her lip in frustration.
"We should move further inland to avoid the tide, and to get cover in the forest while we think about what we're going to do. And try to find a source of drinkable water as well as something for food. We need to build a camp or something while we pull together a plan." Clarke said, her mind racing.
"Good idea. We can start assigning jobs and build a camp by nightfall. I'll send out some scouts to find fresh water and the two of us need to try and keep the peace and order." Bellamy said. Clarke nodded in agreement, and the two of them returned to the shore and started to pull people closer for an announcement.
"Everyone! Listen up! What just happened was a tragedy. No denying that. We've lost a lot of lives, and we've lost our home." Bellamy paused, looking at the crowd.
"But we can't mourn just yet! We need to survive for those who have died. Clarke and I are going to assign teams for jobs that need to be done today! Luckily it's still early, so we have time to build something of a camp, and find water and food. We aren't dying anytime soon, not on my watch." Bellamy concluded, his eyes blazing. The crew cheered, a bit halfheartedly, and Bellamy and Clarke started to meet up with people and assign jobs.
"Jasper, I want you to find your fastest friends and head out to scout the area. Look for a clearing, fresh water, food, anything useful. Go." Bellamy commanded. Jasper gulped, and nodded. He grabbed three more people, and then ran off into the forest.
"Hugh! Jack! Miller! I need you guys to start organizing the supplies and gathering wood for fire and a fence. We don't know what lives on this island and we need defenses." Bellamy ordered. Miller nodded, and ran off with a large group to start gathering the supplies that had washed ashore. Bellamy continued like that for a few more minutes, until everyone left was running around doing something.
"Have you seen Monty?" Clarke asked the Captain when he finished his assignments.
"No, not yet. I'm sure he's fine." Bellamy said. Clarke nodded, but she was worried about her friend. He had been in the infirmary the last time she saw him, which was by the cargo bay-where the crash was the worst. Clarke and Bellamy sat down on the sand and she started to draw out what she assumed to be the island.
"Ok. So here's us." She said, drawing a large circle with a stick she had found.
"And here's Murphy." She jabbed the stick into the ground about a foot away and then sketched out the rest of the island chain.
"Luckily he's pretty far away, so we won't have to worry about him. Now here's what I think we should do for a campsite, since we don't know how long we'll be stuck here." Clarke said. She scooted over, her knee bumping Bellamy's. They were sitting side by side, and leaning in towards each other to look down at Clarke's sketch.
"So we'll have a perimeter fence, and a place to store food, and maybe a central hut or something to gather. People can sleep on the ground, or make some sort of shelter out of the leaves and trees." She said, drawing out a simple compound in the sand.
"The fence should have guard posts, or somewhere for people to stand so we can keep a look out for predators. And we'll need huts or something. Luckily the trees on this island seem to have big leaves, and we can make teepee-like structures." Bellamy said, pointing to different places on Clarke's sand sketch. She nodded, and drew notches in the line that marked a fence for little platforms to be guard towers.
Clarke noticed that her leg was right against Bellamy's, and that their shoulders were touching. She wanted to scoot away and give the Captain some space, but she was so cold. She shivered, and continued to talk with Bellamy about what needed to be done in the next few days while they regrouped.
"Are you cold?" He asked her after she started to shiver again. Goosebumps had popped up on her arms, and she nodded in reply to his question.
"Just a little. It's only because my clothes are still wet." She said softly. Bellamy grunted in reply. Everyone on the island was soaking wet and feeling the chill.
"The sun will be right above us soon, and we'll wish we were cold." Bellamy said. Clarke laughed and agreed. She felt him shift against her, and then felt a heavy dampness plop down on top of her shoulders. She felt the fabric, and knew it was Bellamy's overcoat. She tried to give it back to him, but he held firm and placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her from taking it off.
"Just wear the damn thing, okay? I'm tryin' to be nice." He grumbled. Clarke felt a shy smile cross her lips, and she pulled the overcoat tighter against her. Bellamy's musky scent filled her nose, and she subtly took a large whiff. He smelled like mint and the sea. The mint was probably from his soap, and he had been out at sea for so long he had absorbed its scent.
"Thanks." She muttered. Bellamy grumbled something about how he had to do something since she looked so pathetic, and the two of them continued to plan through their most recent disaster.
"Captain! We found someone in the water!" A voice called out, rousing the two leaders. Clarke jumped up and ran towards the crowd that had gathered around the survivor. It had to be Monty. If he didn't make it out…Clarke didn't know what she would do.
"Let me through! Healer coming through!" Clarke shouted as she pushed through the crowd. When she broke through the last few people, she saw Monty lying on the sand, unconscious and not breathing.
"Move move move!" She shouted. Clarke dropped down next to her friend and put her head against his chest. When she heard a faint, but still beating heart she almost cried in relief. Clarke tilted his head up and held his nose closed, and then placed her mouth on his and pushed air into his lungs. Then she started the compressions on his chest, and she breathed into his mouth again.
"Come on, come on!" She said through clenched teeth. Right when she was about to do mouth to mouth again, Monty's body jerked and water spewed from his mouth. He sputtered for a minute, his breaths raspy.
"C-la-rke?" He croaked. She smiled and nodded.
"Did someone kiss me, or was it just a dream?" Monty asked a minute later. Clarke laughed and helped her friend up off of the sand.
"I'm so glad you're okay." Clarke grinned.
"You and me both." Monty rasped.
"Is Jasper okay?" He asked after a moment, looking up at Clarke in fear for his friend.
"He's fine. He's out scouting now." Clarke comforted. Monty sighed in relief, and was drawn away by his other friends. Bellamy stepped up behind the blonde healer and tapped her shoulder.
"We need to gather the crew and move further inland to find a spot to make camp. The tide'll be coming in anytime now." He stated. Clarke sighed, but nodded. She glanced over at Monty, who was gesturing wildly with Roma- his rescuer- in what Clarke assumed was a drastically melodramatic version of his rescue. Together, the princess and the pirate gathered the crew and whatever supplies they could carry and headed for the forest at the edge of the beach.
"Shouldn't we wait for Jasper and his scouts?" Clarke asked when they started to look around for a place to make camp.
"Nah. His main priority is water, and we can just make a temporary camp at the edge of the forest until we find a more permanent position." The captain replied. She nodded in understanding and soon Bellamy had picked a small meadow about a hundred feet into the forest for the crew to make camp. Clarke helped some of the seriously wounded toward one corner of the small clearing they had found and started to search around for any medicinal plants around the meadow, but with no luck. Bellamy had a few of the crew gathering firewood with him, and Monty was helping Clarke find things to use as bandages. Most of the crew was sitting dejectedly in the clearing with the pitiful supplies they had managed to salvage from the wreck. The sun was making its way overhead, and the blonde was starting to feel the heat.
"Hey Clarke, I forgot to ask, but isn't that the Captain's coat?" Monty asked while holding a bundle of thick leaves they were using as makeshift bandages. Clarke froze, some of the sticks and leaves in her own arms falling from her grasp.
"Um, yea? I was chilly so he lent it to me. I should probably return it, now that I think about it." She stuttered nervously. Why was she nervous? The Captain was just being nice for once. It wasn't a big deal, or so she tried to tell herself.
"Yea, sure. I bet the Captain goes around giving the coat he had custom made from the rare fabric we stole in the southern paradise from the emperor's son to girls who are a bit chilly." Monty snorted. Clarke rolled her eyes, and dumped her armful of plants into Monty's arms, which he struggled to hold. Then, she sauntered away to find the owner of the damn coat so she could give it back. Now that she thought about it, many of the survivors had been giving her a weird look whenever they saw her…
"Bellamy!" She yelled, stomping up to the Captain. He had stripped his shirt off, and was wiping the sweat from his brow while he used his rapier to cut up some branches of the trees for firewood. Clarke kept her gaze away from his glistening, muscular torso and threw the coat at him. He caught it, and gave her a questioning look.
"Thanks for letting me borrow it, but it's too hot now. I won't need your stupid, fancy coat again." She spat, her eyes unconsciously roaming his muscular body. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, but before he could say something, Clarke had stormed off as soon as she had come.
"Do you know what that was about?" He asked Octavia, who had been watching the exchange with a sly smile.
"I didn't know you went lending that coat out. If I recall, when I, your sister, wanted to wear it, you said that I couldn't because I would ruin it." She teased. Bellamy cleared his throat, and glared at his sister before grabbing his coat and some of the wood and walking to the middle of the clearing, where he had set his shirt. He carefully folded the coat and set it on top of a chunk of wood, then pulled his shirt back on. He met up with Miller to discuss their supplies, and to start building a fire. Despite the heat, the fire would be good for morale and would cook any food they managed to find, and disinfect the water.
"Have you seen any of the scouts return?" He asked Miller.
"No, not yet. They haven't been out that long, though." He replied. The Captain sighed, and looked around at his sad crew.
"We need to find a spot to make camp. It'll get everyone's spirits up." Bellamy muttered.
"Jasper should be back soon. Don't worry Captain." Miller said, patting the captain on the back. Bellamy nodded in thanks. Together they used a dagger to start a fire, which people gravitated towards even though it was getting hotter outside by the minute.
"Clarke! How are the medical supplies?" Bellamy asked. The blonde looked up at him from her spot on the floor next to an unconscious, dark haired man and rolled her eyes. She threw some leaves and a stick at him as a response, then huffed and returned to her work. She needed to be busy right now, after all that had happened. Morgan was at the bottom of the ocean, along with countless others and soon they'd either starve to death or suffer dehydration. Clarke's throat was already dry, and she would kill for a drink of fresh water. Things were bleak for the crew of the 100.
"Clarke! I need help!" Monty called out, his voice filled with desperation. Clarke jumped up, ignoring the Captain on her heels, and ran toward her friend, who was holding down a girl's seizing body.
"What's wrong?" She asked, helping Monty hold down the girl.
"I don't know! She just started choking!" He exclaimed. Clarke grabbed Bellamy's arms and put them down where hers had been, and he held down the girl's legs like Clarke had. If he was going to be here, he was going to help.
"Did she hit her head?" Clarke asked. Then she recognized the girl. It was Jess, the one who had been his by shrapnel at the battle at the prison. Clarke remembered getting everything out and patched up in the girl, but maybe the fall from the ship had ruptured something. She quickly pulled up her shirt and ripped away the wet bandage on her skin, tensing when she saw the bloodstain on the cloth. She saw ripped stitches, but that wasn't bad enough for this kind of reaction.
"It might be internal bleeding, I'm not sure. The trauma from the fall and the extensive swimming could have caused it." She rambled, her brain scrambling for an answer to keep the girl alive. She put her hands on her chest and felt around, applying pressure with her palms to get a better sense of what was going on.
Jess seized again, her body shaking violently. Clarke felt the girl's rapid pulse, and then opened up her mouth to inspect her airway. She heaved a wet cough, spewing blood out of her mouth. Clarke cursed furiously.
"Her lung's filling up with fluid." She growled. Monty stiffened, and looked at Clarke with fear. He had heard the healer talk about how she'd seen many die from drowning in their own blood.
"I need something thin, like a needle but it has to be hollow. I need to drain the fluid and create an airway so her lung doesn't collapse." Clarke demanded.
"Where the hell are we supposed to find something like that?" Bellamy asked.
"I don't know!" She yelled. She looked around desperately at their meager supplies. Jess kept choking and blood was still leaking from her lips. The blonde grabbed her head in frustration. That's when she saw the reed-like plant hiding underneath the branches of a small tree. She scrambled up and grabbed the bamboo roots, and started to sharpen one end with Bellamy's knife, which she snatched off of his belt when she slammed back down on the ground next to him. When she deemed the baby root sharp enough, she used the knife to make a small incision, and then she thrust the bamboo root into the girl's chest. A bit of blood spurted out, but the lung started to breathe in the clean air. Jess's breathing evened out, and her body stopped shaking. Clarke wiped some sweat off her brow, and cleaned her bloody hands off with a leaf, or at least tried to.
"It's not a permanent treatment. It's just to buy time. But I can't-" Clarke's voice caught, and a lump filled her throat. There was nothing she could do for her patient, just like with Morgan. She needed major surgery, but there wasn't anything here to use for surgery. Hell, Clarke had just thrust an unsterilized plant into the poor girl's chest.
"I'm going to go-look around. For something. Medicine." Clarke muttered, leaving Monty to watch Jess's labored breathing. She shakily stood, feeling weak and dizzy, and stumbled out into the forest. The adrenaline from the wreck was wearing off, and her wound was throbbing in pain. Clarke felt nauseous and dizzy, but the nausea was most likely from the crash. Breathing heavily, Clarke leaned against a tree for support while she tried to catch her breath. She could feel a panic attack coming on, and her hands were shaking. She clutched at her chest, her hand rubbing the sore wound.
"Clarke!" A deep voice called. With a heavy sigh, Clarke tried to get herself together before Bellamy caught up with her. She leaned her head back on the trunk of the tree and waited.
"Hey," Bellamy said softly, approaching the tired healer slowly. He leaned against the tree next to Clarke and they stood in silence for a moment.
"It's going to be okay." He said, looking down at the forlorn princess.
"No it is not. That girl is dying, and there's nothing I can do." She said, her voice breaking.
"People die, Clarke. You can't blame yourself. For Morgan, or for Jess." Bellamy said. Clarke looked up at the Captain with sad eyes.
"I've seen too much death, and I've caused too much death, Bellamy. I just want to save everyone." Clarke sobbed. She had been surrounded by death, even before her father died- but back then she hadn't known about all the pain her family had caused. Ignorance is bliss, after all.
"You've saved plenty of people. You saved us in the prison, and you've healed almost everyone on my goddamn boat." He said, putting his hands on her shoulders to make her blue eyes meet his warm brown ones.
"But she's going to die. And I could fix it, but not here." She said.
"It's okay. You can't save everyone. Not everyone needs to be saved." Bellamy said. Clarke took a deep breath and nodded. She knew it was impossible to save everyone, but that wouldn't stop her from trying.
"I'm just scared, Bellamy." She whispered. Bellamy's jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath. He pulled Clarke towards him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He stroked her soft hair and muttered how everything was going to be fine. Clarke relaxed in his arms and burrowed her face in the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist. She took comfort in his large form wrapped around her smaller one and his warmth. They embraced for what was probably considered too long for acquaintances, or even friends.
Clarke pulled away slowly, not wanting to leave his arms, but she knew they had business to take care of.
"We should get back." She said, smiling up at Bellamy in thanks. They were still half-holding each other, but at her words they let go of each other.
"Yea." He grumbled. He would never admit how much he liked holding the blonde princess in his arms. Ever. They walked back to the "camp" together, and Clarke apologized to Monty for her behavior. She looked down at Jess, whose breathing was getting worse, and knew what to do.
"Monty, I need you to get James. He should say goodbye." Clarke said quietly. Monty jerked, and looked at Clarke blankly. She ignored her friend's gaze and knelt down next to Jess and pushed the strands of hair out of her pale face. Bellamy knelt down next to Clarke and grabbed Jess's hand. Together they comforted the dying girl until James came running up with Monty lagging behind.
"I'm sorry, James. There's nothing I can do." Clarke said. They left James alone with Jess for a minute so he could say goodbye, and the princess wrapped her arms around herself.
"I hate this part." She muttered to herself. Bellamy grunted as a response. After a few moments alone with Jess, James came over to Clarke with a somber expression.
"She's in pain, isn't she?" He asked. The healer nodded. James looked back at the injured girl's form and then to Clarke.
"Can you end her pain?" He asked. Clarke nodded again, her lips a tight line. James sniffled, and thanked Clarke before retreating into the forest to be alone with his grief. Clarke was amazed at how easily he accepted Jess's passing, but with the life of a pirate and a prisoner, he had seen plenty of death and pain.
"Alright." Clarke said, trying to get her feet to move towards the gasping girl on the ground. Bellamy stepped up behind her, and nodded encouragingly. She thanked him with a smile, and found the courage to make her legs move.
When Clarke knelt down next to the dying girl, she started humming her lullaby, as she had with Atom. The familiar tune comforted the princess, and she hoped that somehow it would comfort Jess too. The healer removed the bamboo spike from her chest, and then used it to quickly end Jess's pain so she wouldn't die slowly by drowning in her own blood. Clarke finished humming her song as Jess's breathing stopped. She took a shaky breath, and stood up slowly.
"Clarke?" Monty called. The healer ignored her friend, mumbled that she needed to be alone, and walked off into the woods.
"Shouldn't we go after her?" Monty asked his Captain.
"No. She needs some time. We have things to do here." Bellamy answered. Monty hummed in agreement, and helped Bellamy dig a grave for Jess. Midway through, James took over the task and said he had to put her to rest on his own. The two let the man grieve and walked off to help look for food and water.
Clarke had walked until she didn't hear the campsite, and then walked some more. She wanted to distance herself from the terrible act she had to commit. Of course it was a mercy kill, but that didn't make taking a life any easier. She reached a pile of rocks, and sat atop the highest boulder. With her head facing the sun, Clarke bathed in the warm light until she felt less cold inside and less guilty. It had to be done. After spending a few minutes on the boulder lost in thought, Clarke decided to return to the camp, except she hadn't been paying attention when she had stormed out and now was a bit lost.
"Why me?" She asked aloud, cursing her bad luck. After some wandering around in the forest, Clarke reached the beach again, and from there she worked her way back to the camp. The moment she stepped into the clearing, she heard a loud commotion, and saw many of the survivors gathering supplies and running around. It was the most excited she had seen them since the crash.
"Octavia! What's going on?" Clarke asked, grabbing the girl as she ran past.
"Thank god you're back! Jasper and the scouts returned! They found a place near a freshwater river and they say they've seen wild game around! It's the perfect place to make camp!" Octavia exclaimed excitedly. Clarke started to feel the excitement as well at the thought of finding a place for a more permanent residence and for a drink of fresh water.
"That's great! Where's your brother?" She asked. Octavia told the princess to follow her and led her to the far end of the clearing where Bellamy was standing with his officers and a pile of supplies. The fire had been put out, and the wounded were gathered up as well as the supplies.
"Bellamy, what's going on?" She asked. Bellamy turned, a single brow raised when his brown eyes fell on the blonde princess.
"Welcome back. Jasper returned and he found a river and a better place for us to make camp. We're leaving now. Gather your things and let's go." The captain said. Clarke met with Monty to discuss what had happened after she had run off, and was surprised to hear that Jess had been buried already.
"I mean, now we're leaving, but I'm sure she'll be ok." Monty said, stuffing his pack with supplies. Clarke just smiled and nodded, and grabbed her things as well. She strung her sword through her belt and marched off after the rest of the group, moving quickly towards the front.
"Bellamy!" She called to the Captain, who was marching with Miller and Jasper ahead of the rest of the crew.
"Hey Clarke! Glad to see you're okay!" Jasper exclaimed, pulling her in to a quick side hug.
"Same for you. So, how's this new place you found?" She asked.
"Perfect. If you're going to be stranded on an abandoned island in the middle of nowhere, you'd want to be here." Jasper said jokingly. The princess laughed.
"A luxury island getaway." She commented. The group walked in silence for another ten minutes, and then Jasper stopped them.
"I would like to welcome you, to paradise!" He said, gesturing wildly with his arms as he swept back the branches of the trees. Clarke stepped forward and gasped.
It was beautiful. The canopy of the trees parted to reveal a flowery meadow with birds chirping and the sun shining. Clarke could hear a river running down to the left of the clearing, and further back, by the horizon, was a mountain with a thin waterfall. The clearing was huge, and although there were a few trees here and there, there was plenty of space for the camp.
"Wow, this is amazing, Jasper!" Clarke exclaimed. There were cheers and whistles as the rest of the survivors walked into the meadow, and it seemed like everyone's spirits were lifted. All they had to do was start a fire, and start to build their camp. It seemed like everything would be okay for the pirates.
How wrong they were…
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