Waki 32
Hurrah for remembering to update. Once again, as ask for input- do you guys want Sully back or not? Sully is in this chapter, by the way, for those who didn't know who he was. He's Bill's buddy.
Also, although there are still plenty of chapters to go before I run out, I might not be writing anything more for a while. This are not going very well in me-land, and it might be some time before I can find it within me to write anything but angst. Just so you know. Short chapter, sorry.
"I've never seen anything like it, Bill." Sully flopped down into his hammock, pushing a hand though his dirty black hair. "A full score of men, hardened sailors all, lookin' up at a twelve year old whelp and callin' 'im cap'n."
Bill sighed and shook his head, taking a seat on his own hanging bed.
"Neither have I. And that voice… Who do you think it was? I've spoken to seven different men, and there's not a thing they can agree upon except for what it said."
"Aye, the same here." Sully lay back. "It's somethin' strange, to be sure. It's that boy, that's what it is. It's sumthin' to do wit 'im. That oddness to 'im. Don' go tellin' me ye don't know what I'm talkin' about, ye've noticed it as much as I 'ave. As much as we all 'ave."
For some reason beyond Sullivan's understanding, Bill flushed and busied himself with removing his blood-soaked clothing.
"Well, when you think about the things he's been through… Who can blame the boy for being a little odd?"
Sully shot him a mystified, almost exasperated look.
"Just a lil' odd? Bill, jus' the other day, I saw 'im talkin' to a gull. Honest to God, he was standin' there havin' conversation, noddin' and lookin all contemplative, like the beasty had just said sumthin' wise." Sully awkwardly propped him self up on an elbow, only just managing to avoid swinging the hammock into a wall. "The boy's not a lil' odd, Bill, he's bloomin' mad."
"Yeah, well, aren't we all?" Bill snapped and promptly threw himself into the hammock, turning his back on his long-time friend to gaze solemnly at the strangely empty child-sized swing next to his.
"Some more than others, Bill." Sully muttered, knowing full well his friend was no longer listening. "Some more than others."