| Untamed Sea | self-para
Ever since she woke up with a start a few nights ago, Mareena Beasley wasn’t as keen on going to sleep as she was before those pesky, unnerving dreams. She was still staying at the inn, considering how the docks were closed and she didn’t really have a place of her own, other than the ship - but that was out of the question.
Her dreams weren’t exactly a nightmare. She didn’t dream of anything that would scare her, but it was the general feeling of the dream that made her pucker up her lips in thought or stare blankly at the wall, toying thoughtlessly with her dagger, twirling it around her fingers and observing the fine blade as if it was the first time she’s laid her eyes on it.
The dream consisted mostly of the people she’s knew, which is why she’s discarded it as a mere fruit of her mind. She was quite determined to forget her by the end of the week. Mareena never believed in dreams anyway, but a sense of familiarity surrounding these dreams, annoyed her. She felt like she dreamed it before, a long time ago. It felt like deja-vu, like something which happened, but it couldn’t be. That’d mean her pirate friend Tristan was her son, and that sure as death wasn’t the case.
She could understand why would she see Phillip as her husband. He annoyed her to no end, that was true, but around him she felt that certain safety and familiarity which she felt around that Po-something that bore his face. Everything else was slightly blurry, but she also recalls seeing the king, and herself being quite friendly with him and his wife, that concubine of his.
Yeah. Like that would ever happen. Only another indication that it was nothing but a dream with almost no hidden meaning at all. Her mind was just tired by the land and the constant revolting to dream something relevant, or to dream nothing at all.
Whatever the case, Mareena was determined to forget all about the dream come tomorrow and never speak or think of it again.