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Chapter 6: Formless Like Water
Dragging her eyes open, Helen released a harsh and loud yawn while stretching her arms and legs out. It felt good to stretch and she enjoyed the great feeling it brought to her body. When she was through with that, she allowed her body to relax and she gazed up at the clear blue sky that had few clouds in it. For a moment, the woman wished that she were swimming in its endless abyss, being gently touched and caressed by its seemingly gentleness. However, she didn't want that as much as she wanted to stay there on the boat with the one she loved with all her heart.
Sitting up, Helen could see the Mariner standing and awake. The male was operating the boat and just keeping a lookout for the massive ship that Helen had described to him before they had left dry land. Night had been drowned out by day and the sun glimmered brilliantly in the endless blue ocean that is the sky. Watching the Mariner, Helen didn't know whether or not if he had gotten any sleep. Did he even need sleep? Helen had never seen him sleep before, not that she could remember. The man wasn't entirely human. That didn't stop her from viewing him as an individual like herself.
"Hey," Helen spoke sleepily, sloppily getting to her feet. She almost fell over, but the Mariner was there to catch her in his arms. She brought her gaze up to his face, seeing concern written all over it. It reflected her own features. "I'm sorry; I'm still kind of in pain. Good morning. Did you get any sleep?"
The Mariner reluctantly released her after he was sure that she would be able to stand on her own and he shook his head slowly, saying no to her question. "I didn't get any sleep last night. I couldn't sleep," he responded. "I had to keep a lookout for the ship and I had to watch you. Also, I'm worried about Enola. The more time we waste dawdling about, the more time we give them to do whatever they please with her."
"I know, I know…" Helen whispered, distraught. "But we'll get her back. We'll get her back. I'm sure of it. It happened before and it can happen again."
"Yeah," the Mariner removed his attention from the woman and put it out at sea again, a frown coloring his facial features. He shifted a bit, feeling a little sleepy because he failed to do so last night. However, he could keep awake for a little while longer. He definitely didn't want to put his frail lover at watch and give her the responsibility of operating his boat. "We'll get her back."
Helen took a few steps forward to stand next to the male and she stared out at sea too, wondering how such a big ship could get so far so fast. It didn't make any sense to her. Where in the world had that ship come from anyway? It just appeared out of nowhere! Why in the world did those savages think that they had their so called treasure? It was all so discombobulating and it was so wrong. Contemplating about those awful events, Helen began to feel solemn again for what was lost. Everyone had died except for her. She was the lucky survivor! If only the Mariner had come sooner…if only.
The woman shook her head, thinking that was absurd. The Mariner came when he came. There was no turning back time. It was incredibly hard, but it was time to stop dwelling on the past. But she needed to dwell on it for a little while longer to bring forth the hatred within her for the monsters who committed such a foul act. Once those beasts had gotten what they deserved, Helen would forget the past and move on with her life, hopefully the Mariner and Enola being in it. She wouldn't be able to live without the both of them.
Suddenly, her stomach cried out in hunger and her hands automatically flew to it, clutching it as it complained for food. Turning her head slightly, she could see the Mariner gazing at her from the corner of his eye. They both knew that she was hungry, very hungry. Opening her mouth, Helen started talking and conveying this to him, even though he already knew it. "I'm kind of hungry…" she muttered.
Without saying anything, the Mariner whirled around and marched to the back of his boat, retrieving a very long and dangerous-looking harpoon. Through with that, he trekked back over to his woman and lifted the harpoon while aiming it at the water below. His eyes searched the formless water before he threw the harpoon into it. Helen watched as she saw blood color the spot in the water where the Mariner had thrown the harpoon.
Not wasting any time, the Mariner dove into the crimson water. He disappeared beneath the liquid and Helen just continued to view it as if it were a movie taking place. When the Mariner came back up, he had a large fish in his hand. With Helen's help, he climbed back up onto the boat and the male tossed the fish down in front of her. At the sight of their soon to be meal, Helen's belly complained even louder than before.
Later, the Mariner had cooked the fish with some of his equipment and then had dished out some of the fish to the female. Helen took it gratefully and thanked him. She immediately got started on eating. The Mariner ate slowly and Helen ate quickly. They didn't speak as they devoured their food; they only enjoyed their meal and each other's company.
After finishing their food, Helen scooted over to the Mariner and sat next to him, their arms touching. She had her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. They still didn't speak and were both worried that they wouldn't actually find Enola. It was a horrible thought, so they did their best to stay positive.
"Thank you for feeding us," commented Helen after some time of silence.
"You're welcome," the Mariner replied.
Helen breathed out a sigh and kept her eyes forward. When will they find Enola?
