A/N: Waddle is still missing :/
There is a small POV change in this chapter but it is pretty noticeable
This chapter has a very small amount of sexual content.
Ezreal gasps as he opens his eyelids, his body shaking the bed. Sona flinches in surprise.
He looks around as he catches his breath, his body drenched in sweat.
He is lying in a bed, the wooden room softly lit by the swaying lantern hanging off the roof. Besides the bed he is lying in and the stool Sona is sitting in, the room is empty.
Sona comes into view, now wearing a high cut blouse similar to the one Miss Fortune usually wears, but less indecent, without warning she presses her lips against Ezreal's exploring hiss mouth, their tongues wrapping around the other.
"You must have been really worried about me, sorry Sona." Ezreal whispers as they break their kiss
Sona pulls out a small notebook and pen; she writes something for a few seconds before showing Ezreal.
"Make it up to me." Ezreal reads.
Sona climbs up on top of Ezreal and kisses around his neck.
He missed the intense feeling of being touched by Sona. He traces his fingers along her back, quietly moaning.
Kissing along Ezreal's jawline Sona's soft lips meet with Ezreal's. Ezreal pulls her closer to himself, her chest pressing hard against his, wanting more of her taste.
Sona's body begins to grind against Ezreal's at a painfully slow pace, his slowly hardening member occasionally catching in between Sona's slender legs as she grinds her lower body up and down his. Ezreal slowly loosens Sona's white blouse, succumbing to the heat. Ezreal makes muffled moans as his tongue curls around inside Sona's mouth.
The door suddenly creeks, swinging wide open.
"How's he…" Miss Fortune casually says before her gaze meets the couple. "Well I guess he is doing fine then. Be done by nine alright? We are already late."
They stare at the door with disbelief
With the heated mood fizzled by Miss Fortune, Ezreal and Sona reluctantly get up from the bed and fix up their clothing. His throbbing manhood slowly dies down, much to Ezreal's disappointment.
Ezreal runs up to the ship and climbs up the rope ladder. Waiting on deck is; Sona, Miss Fortune and the rest of her crew.
"You done with whatever you were up to?" Miss Fortune asks with impatience.
"Yeah, we can leave now."
Miss Fortune's crewmen set the sails and pull up the anchor, the breeze soon catching on the black sails of the ship.
Soon, the port of Bilgewater disappears from the morning horizon.
Cal stays crouched in the corner of his room. Without his father he is now completely defenseless and malnourished, his eyes blurred and his teeth chattering.
He makes small pitiful whimpers as the image of him walking into the room of half a dozen dead men, including his father, on the floor traumatizing him.
A small creak echoes down the hallway the noise creeping under the door and reaching Cal. Cal looks up in both surprise and fear, soon after another creak rings through his ears.
"Is he gone?" Cal questions himself, afraid of who could be lurking down the hallway.
After a long lingering moment of silence, Cal decides to take his chances, pulling out the sword that he had salvaged from his father's corpse. With a barely audible creak, Cal gently opens the old wooden door and peers down the hallway.
No one is in sight. Steadying the cutlass in front of him, he carefully sneaks toward the source of the sound. After checking each room he finally reaches the last door, leading to the room where his father had died.
Cal wishes himself luck before quickly swinging open the door and waves his sword around in a battle cry. The room is dead silent after Cal enters the room. In the centre of the room is a brown sack with a note tied to the neck.
Cal walks over to the bag and rips off the note, reading the message.
"Cal, I am incredibly sorry for what I have done. You must resent me right now but please find it in your heart to forgive me. Hopefully in the bag is enough for you to start a living."
Cal slowly opens the bag, finding it filled with gold coins, glimmering under the moonlight. Tears form around his eyes, not knowing whether or not to shout in anger and spite or to cry tears of joy and forgiveness.
At cold spring dusk the wooden vessel reaches the shores of Ionia, the cherry blossom petals littering the ocean in a carpet of pink.
"Thanks Sarah. I owe you one." Ezreal thanks as the ship reaches the amber lit dock.
Miss Fortune sighs.
"How about you start calling me 'Miss Fortune'?" She says sarcastically. "But good luck, may fortune favour you two."
Ezreal and Sona soon climb down the side of the ship, Ezreal catching their luggage as the crewmen throw them down.
"Set sail!" Miss Fortune commands once Ezreal and Sona are ready to move on.
"Let's get going." Ezreal says to Sona
The pair walks up the wooden path holding hands, finally starting what they had come all this way for.
The path begins to ascend towards a spur, the two towering shadows cast from the mountains smothering the serene Asian forest.
Ezreal looks up, past the trees and mountain is the starry sky, bright streaks of white stars cut across the velvet night sky. After several serene moments of walking, the couple come to a stop.
Ezreal looks over to Sona, wondering why they have stopped. Sona, is looking back the way they came, a small trail of amber lights snakes through the darkness leads back to the small dock, Miss Fortune's ship now gone.
Ezreal walks up behind Sona, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her warm.
"Nice view huh?" Ezreal says quietly into Sona's ear.
Sona simply nods, happy that she has returned to her supposed birthplace. She then turns and gives Ezreal a light kiss, bonding under the cover of the starry sky.
They finally reach the top of the spur; the wooden path flattening out, ahead of them is Master Yi, green energy flowing around his armor, meditating in front of a large oriental temple.
"Ezreal and Sona, I have been waiting for you."