and one day, i pray, i'll be more than my father's son || closed
Blake stared angrily at the letter that had come for him from the Roger. When he first saw the envelope in room, he had a slight hope that his father would actually have something nice to say to him. Being away from the whole lot and around these positive teachers and students had gave him the ability to start to hope again, which was just really shitty when he read what was really in the letter.
Blake,
We’ve cleared out your room on the ship to make room for a new arrival; and by new arrival, I mean a powder monkey who has more potential than you ever had. He’s the smartest kid I’ve ever met, which is saying something, you know how much I detest the species. Not that you could come back anyway, as you’re too much of a wuss to break the law and my own word on sending you away, but this is just a letter to tell you not to come back at all now. We’ve no need of you on this ship. Your sister is doing well here, and I have no desire to see her fall back into communication with you. I do hope you’re figuring out what you’ll be doing once you’re done at that academy; despite my disappointment in you, you’re still my offspring, and you still share my name. Don’t make the mistake of sullying the name of Hook.
Regards,
Captain Jas. Hook
It was crumpled up beside the envelope now, and Blake was helping himself to the last of the rum he’d taken from the ship, indulging in what would seem to be the last thing from the Roger he’d see. There was a knock on his dorm room door, which just pissed him off a little more.
“No one’s home,” he called out, and heard the handle jiggling. “Go the fuck away,” Blake added, standing.
“C’mon, pirate, don’t you want to play?” the voice of a blue haired girl that he’d hooked up with a week or so ago lilted through the wood door, and Blake gave a little sigh. He unlocked and leaned on the door, staring at the girl before him. She was a gorgeous little party animal, and a freak in the bed with the things she’d let him do to her, so while he was pissed off, there wasn’t much reason in turning her away. The pirate gave a tired grin and nodded at her. “Oh, that’s much better,” Veronica grinned, reaching a hand to his cheek and giving him a quick kiss on the lips before slipping into his room. Blake was about to shut the door, when a foot shoved its way through the opening, and Hook was unpleasantly surprised to see Sebastian.
“Yeah mate, that’s much better,” he stated, and put a hand up to Blake’s cheek as well, about to lean and kiss him too. Blake pulled a face and backhanded Bash’s arm, but allowed him to come in as well. “We brought a friend,” he stated, which is when a pretty little blonde trailed in after Sebastian, looking slightly bewildered.
“I thought you were going to show me the green house,” the girl said in a slightly disappointed voice.
“We are!” Veronica assured the girl, and Blake turned to see her getting into his stash of pot in his bedside table.
“Oh, come on,” he groaned, but was surprisingly relieved to have his friends around.
“This is Tabitha,” Veronica, motioned to the girl. “And this is Blake,” she added, focused on rolling a joint.
“And this is sad,” Sebastian stated, holding the letter in his hand.
“Come the fuck on,” Blake scowled, crossing the room and grabbing the letter out of Bash’s hand and shoving it in his pocket. “What are you lot doing here, anyway? I mean, nice to meet you,” he nodded at the anxious girl. “But what; don’t you guys have classes?” Blake inquired, partially wanting to be alone again after being reminded within the first five minutes of their arrival of the letter from his father.
“Nope,” Veronica lied. “We’ve all got this block off, just like you,” she said, licking the paper to close the joint.
Blake shook his head before plopping into his hammock. Seb flicked on the radio, trying to lighten the mood with some tunes.
“Haven’t heard from you in a while, mate. Figured you could use some company; and a new face,” he added, to which Tibby looked down.
Blake watched her a moment, feeling bad that she got dragged into Veronica and Sebastian’s antics.
“You want to be here?” He asked her bluntly, to which she just looked up at him.
“I don’t know,” she stated. “What goes on here?”
“Usually when they come around it’s a lot of drinking and drugs, and then whoever’s up for it shags Ronnie.” Veronica gave a shameless little wave to the girl as she took a puff from some of Tortuga’s finest weed. Tabitha’s eyes widened, and her face grew even pinker.
“Why don’t you two just enjoy yourselves, we’re going for a walk,” he stated, standing up and grabbing his jacket. He put a hand on the small of Tibby’s back and led her out of the dorm door, looking back at his mates to shake his head.
The pair walked in silence for a while, the awkwardness palpable in the air between the two new acquaintances.
“So, you were told you were going to a greenhouse?” Blake asked, turning his head to look at the blonde. She just nodded and shrugged.
“It’s alright. My dorm room is like a greenhouse on its own,” she stated, giving a shrug that suggested that she didn’t care about being lied to.
“There’s one a little ways off campus if you’d like to go see it; it’s abandoned, but it’s still pretty cool,” he offered, watching her for an answer. Tabitha looked at him a moment, before smiling and nodding.
“That sounds nice,” she agreed to go with him, which was nice as Blake could use a little distraction. They chatted a bit, despite their awkward introduction, and Blake chalked it up to be good luck.
Upon approaching the greenhouse, the blonde crinkled her nose and shook her head. “Oh no, this will never do,” she stated, staring pointedly at the yellowed vines and dirt stained windows. Tabitha lifted her hands as Blake walked over to the door and picked up a metal rake that had fallen over.
“Wanna fix it?” He asked, and she dropped her hands.
“Yeah,” she nodded, and the boy jiggled the rusted handle of the greenhouse door, getting it opened pretty quick. “I don’t...I don’t usually do it by hand,” she admitted, to which Blake just frowned.
“What other way is there?” He asked, and watched as the girl waved her hand, and then immediately turned his attention to the vines pulling away from the glass building. Blake took a couple steps back, his mouth gone slack. “Wow,” he stated, dropping the rake.
Tabitha gave a proud little smile, but quickly stopped as she saw Blake’s expression staying the same.
“If I had magic, I’d never left a finger to work again,” he chuckled, finally breaking his silence. “That’s pretty nifty,” Blake added, and noticed that the work stopped, and Tibby was frowning at him. “What’d I say?”
“You think I’m lazy?”
Blake pulled a confused expression and shook his head. “No, that’s not what I was saying. But I guess it is a little, right? Instead of getting your hands dirty.”
“I love getting my hands dirty,” Tabitha argued, face going pink again.
“Yeah? So why don’t we make a little project out of this?” Blake asked, suddenly looking forward to a little physical labor after months of nothing. He raised a brow, looking at the blonde, awaiting her judgement. She nodded silently, and they got to work straightaway.
It’d be a week before Blake realized that he’d lost the note from his father, and a week after that when he discovered he didn’t care what the man thought or said anymore.