Micah Hopper moved easily over the decks, with that swaying walk that said even before he'd joined the crew, he'd spent a lot of time on boats. Which wasn't overly surprising. His uncle was in the navy, his grandfather was, and most importantly the father he'd never had a chance to know, was. Shaking his head to clear the thought of the man he missed even if his uncle had been everything he could want in a father.
Leaning against the railing he leaned far enough over to look down, watching the propellers churn the water, which looked angry and dark, which matched his mood perfectly. He should be happier than this, it was the first day of the war games, and the first time he was participating. He really should be ecstatic over doing it. But the nervous feeling that tightened his stomach to the point that he wanted to double over and throw up, paying his toll to the lord of the deep. It was a sailor's tale, about the lord of the waters, but he was a navy man, and despite scoffing over it, he wasn't above believing that the ocean held her secrets still.
"You look like your about to be sick."
Micah started a little before relaxing, glancing at the blond man that had come to lean against the railing with him, before straightening and snapping out a quick salute to the navy commander. Studying the man as he casually set him at ease, Micah frowned slightly, there was something about this man, that he should know, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"I am."Micah swallowed as he looked out across the pacific waters, somewhere out here, the wreckage of the sampson was still under the flickering waves.
"Why?From what I understand you grew up on ships, around shouldn't be sea sick."The dark blond said his voice floating on the wind, sounding vaguely amused.
"Its not father died in the war games….I don't…like the thought of being out here."
"Then why are you?"
"Because my father would have wanted me to."
"I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't want to."The commander's lips twitched in a half smile as he watched Micah stare out at the ocean, for a moment the words not sinking in."Nothing prepares you to face somewhere someone you loved died, but you have good men with 'll do fine."He moved away from the railing, turning to leave.
Micah turned his head to watch the man go, before his head caught up after a moment. "I wouldn't want you to do anything you wouldn't want to. Twisting around he stared after the man, watching the navy commander."Dad?"
Stone hopper smirked as he turned back to look at his son, "Fair winds and following seas, sailor."
Micah stared in stunned silence as his uncle Hopper walked towards them, for a moment the ghost of a man who they both missed standing between them. Then he was gone, as if he'd never existed. But the lighter feeling in Micah's chest said he had been.
"You okay?"
Micah smiled straightening, glancing towards the deck space where Stone had disappeared. "Yea, I think I am."