Especially for @a-dabblr because they are so kind to reblog my story ... a little sneek peak at the next chapter.
Bella understood why she had been banished to the forecastle deck. Hell, if it had been her ship, she would have confined a prisoner to the brig, or even dangled them from the sides just shy of the water’s edge.
But she was used to keeping busy on the island, so sitting on her hands for hours on end, with only the skies and the seas for companionship was grating on her nerves. It gave her time to think, and she didn’t like that at all.
“Dis?” she asked the floor, feeling a bit silly, but she was pretty sure the ship would hear her.
There was no answer, but somehow she could hear Dis being baffled. And she didn’t blame them, she had no idea where the question came from. But now she had said she was going to roll with it.
“C’mon, I’m giving you the opportunity to boss me around for a bit. I’ll even peel potatoes for you guys.”
*Like I’m giving you a knife*
Ah. Well, that was understandable.
“Surely there must be something I could do? Fix the sails? Check the ropes? Hell, you can give me a mop and I’ll clean the deck. When’s the last time they gave you a good scrub?”
*Are you flirting with me?*
This time it was her who was stunned in silence. And then she remembered seeing Diss kiss Piper a few hours ago. The relationship between them had clearly deepened. Piper had always lovingly handled all the wooden parts around them... Did the boat feel that? She did not need to know that. Ew. Just no.
She jumped to her feet, determined to have the least amount of contact possible with the deck.
“Goddamnit boat, I did not need to know how you and the captain engage in foreplay.”
A dark chuckle around her told her she might have been played. Well then, lesson learned. She was keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the journey.
*You really want to help?*
Bella nodded, cautiously this time. Dis had developed a sadistic sense of humor, it seemed.
*Lyra is having trouble with the baby. It won’t stop making noise. A lot of noise. Can you help?*
The idea of the child crying was enough to get her to move towards the lower decks.
“Where are they? And please ask Marlowe and Piper to not shoot me on sight,” she added as an afterthought.
Ah well. At least the afternoon would stop being boring.