Gideon Davies.

Gideon Davies | Crown Prince of Wales | 36 | I know more than you.

[gideondavies]

the night watch

[gideondavies]

maddox.

Standing on the dock in front of the boat, Maddox quietly scanned the shadows. Eerily silent, but he heard no movement. He was in the middle of turning to go until the ocean took his attention away, for a second… 

A body came out of the dark slamming into him. Knocking Maddox off his feet and forcing the wind audibly from his lungs. He tried to gasp for air but an excruciatingly painful pressure striking at his ribs from the figure over him made breathing impossible. 

A glint of moonlight caught in a fuller of a blade raised over him, the face behind it coming into view. Gideon. The motherfucker got him. Not only that but the gun had flown out of his hand to skid somewhere across the planks. 

Maddox saw everything he needed to do behind a quick flash of white-hot pain burrowing steadily between the ribs. Both hands shot up to clasp a wrist bringing down the knife, halting the sharpened steel inches from his chest. The gunner twisted hard to bend towards the unforgivable, painful anatomical point triggering the man’s fingers to loosen the grip. Mercifully he grappled the knife away fast, as his side felt like it was being split wide open with a blow torch. 

The gunner had few options to put distance between them. A leg sweep would be useless on this one, so time to get dirty. A kick at the balls happened first to disarm and then a boot was shoved at Gideon’s midsection to dislodge him from the spot. The effort ripped an agonized yell from Maddox. 

Getting to his feet was a struggle but aided by a seething rage whistling between the pants for a breath. But he was up, Maddox had the knife, and with a practiced flick of his wrist he readied the weapon in his grip.

“Stupid fucking move, mate.” Where is the gun? Where is it? His gaze frantically bounced between the man who attacked him and the blurred corners of his vision searching. Where is that bloody gun?

@treacherous-kane​

Gideon wanted so badly to sink the knife between ribs and into bright red heart tissue. Watch the pirate bleed out in a few seconds. But pirates would be pirates--a grunt and the knife twisted from his hand under a painful grapple and before Gideon could try to catch it, a boot between the legs sent him reeling backward off the other man. Pain seared white hot and black spots across his eyes and with the wind knocked out of him, he only had seconds to regroup. Shit.

Rising to his feet, Gideon remained doubled over but his head lifted to watch the pirate flick the knife in his hand. “Is it?” he asked darkly, deciding to keep himself hunched over and deceivingly injured. The pirate’s shirt was damp where the wound wept onto the fabric. A breath and Gideon charged the pirate again, using a cross at the elbow to punch the joint out of place and get the knife free, while his other fist collided deftly into the pirate’s throat. Then he punched him in the side, right on the wound, while his other hand gripped long hair and yanked the pirate down as he kneed him in the chest. Grabbing the pirate by the back of the shirt, he threw the man aside. He didn’t have time for this--

Movement from the corner of his eye and Gideon found himself unnecessarily distracted by the presence of his brother. He started for him. “Kane--” This didn’t look good. He focused on Maddox again, a bit too late to anticipate his next move.

@treacherous-kane​

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kane.

“Wales needed stability?” Kane snorted, “You are so full of shit sometimes, Gideon. You know that?” He asked before shaking his head, “Wales needed a strong ruler who wouldn’t put his own needs before their own. Wales was- is suffocating under father’s rule. He’s a tyrant and the fact that you would just hand me over on a silver platter is a bit disconcerting.” 

Kane looked at Gideon, “And what was I supposed to do? Just let father catch me and kill me?” He asked before sighing, “And what of your loyalty to me? I’ve done nothing but spend my entire life proving my loyalty to you.”

Kane rambled. Gideon tolerated it. Under the surface, the crown prince bristled at his brother’s accusatory tone. The assertion after all these years that he knew what was best for Wales. How obnoxious for Gideon to have to explain himself after all this time. 

“Keeping myself and Malle here is not a good start.” Gideon did not want to argue anymore. It was hardly productive. “Nor is threatening to kill me. So what will it be, Kane? Can we move past this for a brighter future or are you always going to be the bitter exiled prince?”

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the night watch

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treacherous-kane‌:

maddox-keyes‌:

The ocean never grew old but at night it felt the most meditative. Blackness with a trim of white foam. The constant soft roar of the tide. Usually Maddox went late to walk along the shore or relax on a lounger. On this night he decided to head out earlier, making a pass by the docks on the way.

Despite Jacob’s promise of upping security he saw no one. Ha, no surprise there. Instead of bothering the captain he decided to message Kane. They had discussed security around the island earlier. Maddox had an excellent example of the concerns as he found himself staring at unprotected ships. Again. He fired off a text and then pocketed his phone. 

With gun drawn but lowered he strolled the planks of the shortest dock. Returning to the site of a crown prince acting shady and overconfident in the smallest fishing boat. He’d done his research on the man– highly skilled, combat trained. Perhaps the prince could slip away easily. Or perhaps he’d lead something more successful on the island, another revolt. Either way, Gideon could be the literal death of them if no one paid attention. 

@treacherous-kane​

Kane had just gotten back to his villa after working around the canteen, loading supplies off a boat. He was about to kick off his shoes and relax finally when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he looked down at the message and cursed under his breath.

“Fucking Gideon.” He muttered, moving to his own secure weapons stash, putting a gun in the back of his belt and moving a knife to the strap on his ankle. He sent Maddox a text that he would be right there before closing down his house, making his way down to the docks.

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Gideon liked to think he was careful, but it was pure luck that he caught a glimpse of someone coming down the path to the docks. He dropped flat in the boat. Under the shade of a new moon, only the few lights near the beach lit up the area. A peek over the edge of the boat confirmed his suspicions that the man in question was the pirate Maddox Keyes. Gideon silently drew the knife from his pocket and clicked the short blade into place. Even sharpened with what he could find, a knife that size would only be useful for major damage in a few places.

The pirate closed in. Gideon waited. Footsteps grew closer and closer with no sign of stopping. Exhaling, Gideon stilled his body and mind. He wasn’t afraid. He knew what was about to happen. When the steps were practically on top of him he leaped from his crouching position and overtook the pirate with the full weight of his body. Stabbed the knife into the man’s side, miscalculated and grazing off a rib bone before pulling the blade almost harmlessly to the front. The gun--Gideon batted it easily out of the man’s hand gone lax from cold metal searing through him. Didn’t risk going after it, instead lifting the knife to stab down at his chest. Make him bleed out quickly without drawing attention from a gunshot.

@maddox-keyes​ 

[gideondavies]

the night watch

the night watch. @maddox-keyes @treacherous-kane

Gideon woke up in the morning like any other day, in a villa owned by a pirate where he was held captive on an island prison. But on this day, he knew it would be the last time he woke up on the island. Tonight was the night he would make his escape. And tomorrow or the day after, the island and all the pirates on it would burn.

There were no preparations to make, really. At sundown Gideon went to the empty villa he used to store the knife and retrieved it. Once the island was shrouded in darkness, Gideon took a shortcut from the villas to the docks, walking with a focused sense of purpose. Walk to the docks. Cut the lines. Sail away. He’d kept careful tabs on who went to the docks at night--when the guards changed and the docks were free for up to twenty minutes at times. The lax atmosphere of the island was something to use to his advantage.

Gideon waited briefly under the cover of trees to ensure the dock was empty before quickly making his way down toward the targeted fishing boat. There was no time to spare--he needed to be far in the distance before anyone spotted him.

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wyatt.

Wyatt hadn’t thought anything was wrong at the time, but the more he thought about it the more suspicious the whole situation was.  He heard metal scraping against metal when his back was turned, and then he noticed a missing knife not 24 hours later when he was doing inventory.  Definitely more than suspicious.  So, he went to confront him about it.

“Gideon.” Wyatt nodded in greeting.  He sighed and looked down for a moment.  God, he didn’t want to do this…. but he had to. “Look mate, I know you took a knife from my office. I’ve come to get it back.  If you hand it over, I won;t say anything to anyone and it’ll be like it never happened.”

“Excuse me?”

Gideon’s words were hardly polite. His voice was tight, incredulous. It was not because he had stolen the knife and Wyatt came to him accusing that he did it. It was the attitude of the pirate that he was so sure it was Gideon, when there were plenty of other people on the island that could have done it. “You’re accusing me of stealing from you? I am not responsible for you misplacing your own things.” Gideon folded his arms with a severe glare at the pirate. “How are you so sure it was me, and not one of the royals you let into the infirmary to volunteer?” Perhaps someone like his own sister, an innocent enough princess that could take advantage of a man’s trust.

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Limiting casualties was not on the top of Gideon’s list of priorities. It was not about winning the battle, but winning the war. The stipulation would be moot so long as Gideon moved on his own schedule–one where Ragnar handled the generators and Gideon handled the docks and the boat. Alone. Gideon was used to operating alone. Having someone to back him up just meant more complications, more liabilities. He only needed Ragnar to bring the pirate’s attention to the center of the island while he got to the docks. The rest didn’t concern the other prince.

Gideon extended his hand to Ragnar while a small smirk worked its way onto his face. This was the best chance yet of getting off the island. Of raining down hell on these lecherous pirates and their cowardly kidnappings. And when the smoke cleared, Gideon would be standing on the flagship of the armada’s assault.

“Deal.”

He had been geared up, ready to retort, lash out, fight back -

That one word took a moment to register, leaving him bewildered. It was too easy. When had anything with this situation, this particular prince, this fokking island been easy? Davies hadn’t even pushed back on the fact that Ragnar retained control on the timing, and after all of the Welshman’s earlier insistence on his plan, his ‘simple’ directions, it - it didn’t sit well.

Not for the first time, he cursed the fact that the common language was English. Something didn’t ring true, or maybe he was - how did the phrase go? - looking at a horse’s mouth. Fokking English.

Better to take what he had now, get out before some pirate decided to check the back of the house - they had no real excuse to be out near the generators, and the last thing he needed was increased suspicion around this area.

Belatedly, he realized he actually had his fists up like he was some fífl. He cast a quick look around before giving the other man’s hand a shake, then dropping it.

“Good. I will reach out about timing.” No point doing this on a night when the full moon would render the whole thing moot. He glanced overhead. The first few stars were just emerging, glinting like pinpricks in the swathe of uninterrupted dark.

He turned to stalk back inside, paused, and looked back.

“You cannot do this without me, Gideon Davies. Remember that.”

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maddox.

Nothing turned up in the brief search. Other than more foolish and misplaced sarcasm. And the pirate had a newfound contempt for the prince. Maddox would pass on to the Tulach’s that Gideon was not only at the docks but had boarded a small boat. He’d warn that the location as well as multiple others still lacked appropriate security. Waste his breath for the billionth time on the threats so entirely obvious that if he didn’t know better he’d assume it was amateur hour around here.

And he’d be castigated for being too harsh, too irrational, too cruel… and told to go entertain a charge like he was a court jester rather than a gunner. 

A hard push propelled Gideon forward from the end of the dock to the boardwalk leading back to the beach. “Fuck off. Even think about boarding another boat or planning anything stupid and it’ll be the last thing you do alive. Expect this nice piece to be aimed at your skull until I see you disappear from the beach, yes?” 

After that– Gideon was someone else’s problem. Until he fucked up. Because clearly he had something in mind, and now Maddox would make sure to be there when it happened.

This was probably the biggest thrill of the pirate’s life. Getting to point his gun at a hated royal, spouting off threats without consequences. Well, Gideon would ensure there would be consequences. Of all the pirates Gideon met, he wanted to smear Maddox’s brain matter across the pavement the most.

After the shove, Gideon regained his footing in a couple of steps, walking briskly for the path across the beach that would lead back to the villas. He turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of the pirate still aiming his gun. Hatred barely scratched the surface for the man. A smile curled at his lips at the thought of what would happen once Gideon got off the island. Maddox and the rest of them would get wiped off the map. Erased from history. A blemish on the world never to be seen again.

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kane.

Kane snorted at the idea of Gideon ever reaching out to pirates, nodding his head because as delightful as that sounded, he knew his older brother had a point. “Maybe.” He said with a nod before shaking his head, “The writing on the wall? How would of anyone known of our plans? I only confided in you.” He shook his head, “You act as if you’ve done anything to help Wales. People are still going hungry. Family being unjustly imprisoned because they can’t afford the high taxes father imposes on them. If you or your brother or your second cousin upsets father in anyway, most likely you’ll end up in prison. There are civil liberties being stripped from people. We’re taking very big steps backwards. I’ve even heard that father is considering making gay marriage illegal again. So I’m not sure you’re doing much, Gideon.” 

He knew he was being hard on his brother, when it came to their father, there was very little one could say to change his mind. They’d lived with the man for quite some time. He was strict and mean and did not take anyone’s advice. But he also knew in his old age, he was getting worse. “That was why we wanted to force him to abdicate the throne, remember?”

“Earn it?” Kane looked at his brother, “You won’t give me what is rightfully mine? He should be exiled with me. Yet here you stand demanding things?” As much as he wanted to go home, he wasn’t sure if he could betray the only people who looked after him. The people who took him in when he had no where else to go. He paused for a moment, “Let me think about it.”

Gideon’s eyes might have glazed over at Kane’s rant. The concerns for civil liberties meant little to Gideon when an all out war with the pirates brewed. There would be time to deal with that later--perhaps when Gideon wasn’t trapped on an island. 

The fact that Kane could turn a critical eye on the situation relieved Gideon to an extent. Yes, they had planned to overthrow their father together. With Gideon taking control of the throne and Kane at his side. He would rule Wales and he would make sure Kane was kept out of the way with plenty of duties. Things changed when Gideon realized his power would feel illegitimate gained in such a way, and with a brother willing to betray their father, what was stopping Kane from doing the same to him? Gideon voiced none of this as he stared at his younger brother with his arms still folded, sitting perfectly still in his chair.

“I made a call to preserve our father on the throne at a time when Wales needed stability. And frankly, I didn’t think I could trust you if we went through with it.” Gideon’s mouth tensed into a frown. “Things would be different if you hadn’t joined up with pirates, Kane. You understand I have to ask these things of you to prove your loyalty to me.”

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malle.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

It was said so nicely. So politely. Even her tone was deferential, and she was; Malle had been raised all her life to be that way, especially with him. But six months on the island had changed her, toughened her up in some ways. Made her reckless in others.

Malle stepped behind the island, her fingers running on the lower edge of the drawers. Prick. There it was. The silver nail file she’d brought with her from Wales slipped softly into her hand.

She spotted the knife in his hand with a little amusement. Maybe she was; maybe she didn’t care. “What? Are you going to kill me?”

“No? You only take orders from pirates. I see.”

Gideon knew all about how Malle subjected herself to menial work around the island, mostly at the infirmary. He wasn’t blind or an idiot. He saw the pirate she stayed with. A surprisingly good-looking man who could be easily transplanted onto the streets of London in a posh suit. His little sister was all set to marry a similarly handsome man that lacked any substance and those dreams were dashed a few months ago. Gideon would prefer to have Malle on the arm of a man and married and settled somewhere far away from Wales. With a trustworthy prince, ideally. Anything but a fucking pirate.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Gideon said tightly, annoyed that she would think he had the time or thought to spare for wanting her dead. She was better off ineffectual, somewhere in the background. The press liked her. She was useful that way, he thought. Gideon stowed the knife in his pocket and watched her with a heavy glare in his brow. “I don’t want you in this villa. I’m using it. I don’t want any of those pirates you have following you around to come here,” he said with apparent disgust.

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kane.

“You honestly searched for me?” Kane asked, raising an eyebrow before shaking his head, “I’m sure there were rumors that I joined up with pirates.” He paused for a moment, shaking his head, “You are the reason why I am exiled. It was all your idea. You’re the one who wanted to take father out of power so we can help our people…” He paused for a moment, “Wait what?” He asked as his brother mentioned him returning to Wales. “What are you talking about? Father will never let me come back.”

“The fact that you joined up with pirates made it even harder to track you down. Do you know what would have happened if I tried reaching out to pirates? Father would have exiled me too.” He drew in a long and deep breath as Kane rehashed what happened. He needed to let go. At the time, Gideon decided he needed his little brother out of the way. Now that he was on the island, things were different. “I saw the writing on the wall and if I did not pin our plans on someone, we would both be exiled. And then where would Wales be?” Gideon didn’t know if Kane cared about their home country any more. He cared about certain matters of ruling that Gideon didn’t. If Gideon hadn’t concerned himself so much with Kane acting out a revenge plot, perhaps he could have been useful in some sort of cabinet position dealing with whatever Gideon didn’t have time for.

His question left their little sister completely off the table as an option for ruling. For Gideon, the line for the throne stopped at him. “As I said, you will have to earn it. What I’m asking is that you work with me to free the royals on the island. Are you capable of turning on your pirate mates, Kane?” The risk in asking Kane such a question was not lost on Gideon. If his intentions got into the wrong hands, Gideon would be scrambling to survive. “If you serve me in this endeavor, you could come home. I’ll make sure of it.”

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ragnar.

Make friends, his father had told him a lifetime ago. Iceland is mighty but small. His fingers twitched, itching to go for a weapon, any weapon - or even to just let fly at this royal mannfýla’s smug face - 

Not this fight, and not against this person, he reminded himself firmly, eyes still on his ersatz ally. Time to make friends with the lesser evil.

“If we do this - ” What a joke; he had no choice - it was not an if but when, “ - we need more of a plan than just that.”

It stung his pride to not push back against the Welsh prince’s ‘simple’ directions or insistence that it was ‘his’ plan, but it was not this fight -

“Timing, for instance.” Ignoring his instincts to not turn his back on an idiot who had tried to manhandle him into cooperating, he gestured around them. “For all these generators here to go down, either someone has to be here to adjust all four fuel lines manually and - and risk getting caught, or…”

He trailed off, scuffing his feet against the coarse sand underfoot -

Sand.

He blinked.

“Or we set it up on a time delay. Nothing fancy, and they won’t all go off at once, but can be done a few hours in advance. We will have to be ready to move the moment they go down. Since I am the one doing this, I will choose when this happens and tell you, just as you will tell me where at the docks to meet you when the time comes.”

He turned back, eying the other prince. “My other condition is that we limit any casualties. Enough royal blood has already been spilled here.”

A pause.

“Do we have a deal then, Wales?”

Limiting casualties was not on the top of Gideon’s list of priorities. It was not about winning the battle, but winning the war. The stipulation would be moot so long as Gideon moved on his own schedule--one where Ragnar handled the generators and Gideon handled the docks and the boat. Alone. Gideon was used to operating alone. Having someone to back him up just meant more complications, more liabilities. He only needed Ragnar to bring the pirate’s attention to the center of the island while he got to the docks. The rest didn’t concern the other prince.

Gideon extended his hand to Ragnar while a small smirk worked its way onto his face. This was the best chance yet of getting off the island. Of raining down hell on these lecherous pirates and their cowardly kidnappings. And when the smoke cleared, Gideon would be standing on the flagship of the armada’s assault.

“Deal.”

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kane.

Kane rolled his eyes at his brother insistence, “Do we honestly need to talk? I believe your actions have said enough.” Despite his harsh tone, Kane sat. If not more out of habit, having spent most of his life following his brother’s commands.The fate of a second born.

“Sorry?” He asked, a bit surprised by the words that came out of his brother’s mouth at the moment. “Sorry? I’ve got a price on my head as a result of you selling me out to father. I think it’s a bit more then just a simple apology, don’t you think?”

“That was years ago, Kane. And when I wanted to find you, I couldn’t. Not after the way father reacted." Really, Gideon spared little thought for where his brother went after he was exiled. It would be best for him if Kane hadn’t survived, but perhaps in his lighter moods he hoped Kane was out there somewhere. But as long as Kane was alive, Gideon thought his little brother would be plotting his revenge. “You don’t have to accept my apology, but I thought it was warranted. I’m not here to beg for your forgiveness. What I need is your cooperation.” Gideon kept himself relaxed in the chair, watching Kane’s features while his own remained stone cold. “You could earn your place in Wales again.”

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💬 xo

Gideon used to let Malle read quietly in the same room while he worked.

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HENRY CAVILL as August Walker / John Lark in Mission Impossible: Fallout

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ragnar.

“Hingað og ekki lengra!” he hissed, twisting, hands shoving the bulkier prince away. “What the fokk do you think you are doing, you - you idiotic fokking madman - ”

The sun had almost completely set at this point, the hustle and bustle of their fellow man on the island shifted mostly indoors. The clanking and whirring of generators covered a lot of noise, but not if this blew up into a full-on fist fight.

He shoved the other man back again, just for good measure, before shaking his shirt out. “I did not - “ he managed through clenched teeth, “ - did not come out here to start a war, Wales - not with you.”

For a split second, he wished it had been someone else, anyone else, he was having this conversation with. Not that he would wish this hostage situation on anyone, but if he had to, Gideon Davies would be near the top of that list.

Deep breath. Count to ten, to twenty, for good measure.

“Disabling the generators, yes, that was the plan.” He raised a brow at the other prince. “That I can do. And you? Do you actually have a boat or are you just - ”

What was the phrase? English became more difficult when he was angry.

“ - blowing hot air?”

He paused then, replaying what the other man had said.

“…A boat for how many, and to where? We don’t even know where this island is.” He wiped his hands. “Assuming this boat is more than just hypothetical.”

Gideon dropped his arms at his sides, barely budging from the shove. He could have snatched Ragnar’s arm out of the air and yanked his face into his fist. Thought about it, but didn’t. Gideon fixed a sustained glare on the other crown prince that held the venom of a lot of repressed anger and emotion tamped down over the past weeks. A few deep breaths and the ice in his veins thawed. 

“There’s a fishing boat at the docks. Small enough to be sailed by one. Large enough for a short voyage with five. But not knowing how far to go, no more than two. If you want on it, cut the shit.” Gideon looked over the generators, then back up at Ragnar. “I can chart a way to civilization. Don’t worry about that. There may be a radio on board, but I’m not certain. So. Can you follow simple directions and stick to my plan?”

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kane.

Kane saw his older brother as soon as he rounded the corner, on his way back from another security shift. He wasn’t in the mood, which he was very rarely in the mood when it came to his brother. “What part of ‘I don’t want to see you ever again’ did you not understand the last time, Gideon?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he moved to pull his keys out of his pocket to open the door to his place.

“And as much as I would enjoy killing you, dear brother. I have strict orders to keep my hands off of you. So please go on your merry way and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Kane,” Gideon said. His little brother’s name was said firmly, concisely, like a command, with a look in his eyes to match. The little smirk gone, replaced with a gravely serious glare at Kane. “Sit down. We need to talk.” It didn’t matter that this was Kane’s porch and Kane’s chairs. The space belonged to Gideon so long as he occupied it. Gideon looked relaxed, sitting back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded loosely across his chest. He made no indication that a few days ago he sent their little sister to the infirmary or several hours ago he had a gun jammed in his back.

“I am sorry for how things were, and how things are between us.”

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The farthest bedroom from the stairs, in a closet, Gideon stashed the knife under a loose floorboard. Maybe he was being too cautious. But he’d almost lost it because of a pirate that thought he needed a pat down. Gideon just retrieved the knife from where he hid it on the boat, certain his trips to the docks were over until the last time. The one that would get him off the island.

A noise from below. Gideon tread with light steps across the bedroom, out of the door and down the hall, peering carefully down the stairs. Brown hair, and big doe eyes looked up at him.

“I thought you not to come here anymore.”

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