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thunder crashed, drowning out the slapping sound of boots on wood. Fog muffled the bellowed orders of the men as the rushed to ropes and to grab buckets. The water was thrashing now, coming from both the sky and the sea. Two small figures waved in and out of the madness, both holding buckets in their hands. A flash of lightning illuminated their faces, one young and calculating, the other older and determined. The wind tore against their skirts as they rushed to help the men try and ladle to water from the deck of the large boat.
The thunder became louder as the two girls scooped up water. The younger one realizing the futility of their actions but continuing for her companions sake. She watched the older girl, her flaming red hair thrashing in the spray as she scooped up bucket after bucket of salty water only to have it re-enter the boat via the next wave. Her eyes, now blue as the very ocean she fought so ferociously, filled with a kind of deadly, wonderful denial. She was prepared to go out fighting.
The younger girl has to pause, just for a moment. The transformation of her companion was so complete that she couldn't help but stop. It was like watching a tiger set free from a cage after years of imprisonment. She could no longer see the mild mannered, well groomed and proper young noblewoman in those dark, determined eyes. She flinched as these same eyes were turned on her, a look of angry bewilderment in them. 'why did you stop!' they hissed, for the wind and thunder had now drowned out any hope of speech.
Everything happened at once, a flash of light, a great explosion, the sound of splintering wood. She could see the flames reflected in those big blue eyes. The smell of burning wood, the feeling of the spray in her own golden hair…and then nothing but cold dark water. She opened her mouth to call out but was greeted by the salty rush of liquid. It filled her lungs, her nose, and her eyes. The cold gripped her heart as it pulled her deeper and deeper into the black nothingness. Suddenly a tug on her back wrenched the growing darkness back as she was pulled towards the surface. her head broke the waves as she took one shallow breath after another, as air began to evict the salty liquid from its place in her lungs.
She stared into smaller brown pools of warmth as she was hoisted onto a small piece of floating wood. Her savior, a woman older than both her companion, settled her to the center of the small section of life preserving scrap. There her red headed companion was sprawled, battered, but alive. Behind her the burning remains of the boat began to sink below the surf. A reassuring hand landed on her shoulder, another around her waist.
"It's alright Fox." A calm voice cooed as the oldest came to sit next to her, her hand moving from Fox's shoulder to around her whole body. The red head settled on her other side, her eyes calmer now, like the sky on a rainy day.
The thrashing of the 'raft' calmed a bit as the storm moved further and further away. "Look at that, the fogs even starting to give way"
The three girls hugged etch other as they flouted further and further away from the wreck. 3 sisters just holding tight to the only thing left from a shredded life. Fox Glove pressed tightly against her oldest sister, Morning Glory, wishing she was just a little warmer, and a little dryer, and a little less frightened. Glory with her dark eyes and perfect posture gazed down at small little Fox, remembering just how much Bluebell, her red headed sister, hated the water. And Bluebell, sitting with one arm around Fox's waist, staring out at the sea and wondering just how different life was going to be for them, and just how long that life was going to last.
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