Dream Sequence
“Today, today, today. I’m going to do it today.” Arabella repeated the words to herself over and over again. The argument she’d had with Thalia was a week old, but she knew she needed to go through with it, however trivial it might seem. All of her friends, and even some of her family, were wary of trusting her with the whole business of humans in general. Since she was a child, she’d been fascinated by the idea of being able to walk on land. On one hand, Arabella understood the dangers of the humans, but at the same time, she just wanted the two species to work together, to be friends somehow, or just get along, and not be afraid of one another. But of course, now was not the time for this sort of thinking. She had a job to do.
She set out after all her goodbyes had been said and done, and truthfully, there weren’t many. There was Thalia, of course, her parents, her siblings, and a few friends here and there. It didn’t matter though. She was going to come back. She could save falling in love for another time. This was nothing but a quest to gain back some trust. After that, she would be free of it all. She would be able to get through the world without mistrusting glances, and judgmental once-overs.
The best part was that this wasn’t going to be anything difficult. She had a plan. At least, she had the plan. The plan was a plan that almost all girls who went on the quest to kill a man followed. She was to seduce him first. Men could never resist them. It was textbook, and that was the end of it. He would fall for her, and then he would become putty in her hands. Dead. It seemed to her a simple task. When she was a kid, she loved doing plays for school. Acting came naturally to her; for the most part. With a smile, she relaxed, and enjoyed the mindless journey to the surface.
The ship had been docked for only a few hours, but most of the crew had scattered across the large island waiting for night fall to cover their deeds. The side they docked was hidden from the small town they planned to pillage, which gave the crew time to rest, explore, and relax. Rowan hadn't found his crew very appealing to be around and took the opportunity to explore a bit on his own.
Leaving his crew behind, he wandered down to a rock formation with a beautiful view of the ocean. Rowan carried only a bottle of gin and a sack of smooth rocks that usually hung from his belt loop. All his life Rowan felt the need to collect rocks that he deemed suitable for skipping across water. Something about two elements coming together for even just a split second excited him. Unfortunately the ocean was never still enough for his childish games, but still he collected rocks whenever he found them.
He settled on a spot close enough to feel the mist of the water, but not dangerously close enough to fall in, regardless of the amount he decided to drink. Cracking open the bottle, he took a large sip and stared off into the ocean. From his position he could see the ship, as well as a few islands far off in the distance. It was times like this that gave Rowan a reason to stay a pirate.
Time passed slowly, but Rowan didn't mind. He drank from the bottle every once in awhile, finally feeling the effects after an hour or so. Drinking used to make him happy, but lately it's been great at numbing the feelings deep in his core. He knew it wasn't the solution to his current state of discontent, but something urged him that if he kept drinking something would happen and hopefully that something would be happy.
