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Title: Sea
Fandom:original
Prompt: mischievious
Warnings: none
Rating:G
Summary: Billie begins her journey to a new life
Billie found that she hated the sea.
She had sailed before, of course, when she was younger and didn’t remember a thing. This time around, she was fully aware of the choppy waves under the ship, of the wind that never stopped howling through the small holes in the sides of the ship they called windows. She clutched her head and leaned so far forward that her head was between her knees.
She felt the bile rising up to the back of her throat and clenched her lips closed against it. Could she make it to the bucket Chili had so helpfully left behind for her? With the rocking of the ship, the bucket had slowly made its way to the wall and she glared at it, silently calling it a traitor.
Really, Chili was the traitor, and so was Soda. Both had left her to her misery and were topside, doing whatever it was they were doing up there that turned their skin a nice brown rather than her sickish green.
She fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her rolling stomach and reached for the bucket, already emptied over the ship’s side once before and held it close, like a babe. The ship took a dip, and her stomach followed.
She retched into the bucket, tossing out what little Soda had managed to force down her gullet that morning. He’d been brutish with her too, leaving her to Chili’s power as she lay on the thin cot in the early morning light.
Chili had poured something vile down her throat that had sent her into a dreamless, and thankfully, painless sleep. She had only woken moments before to find the room empty and heavy shadows tracing the floor. Thankless men, she thought, after she had went through all the trouble of getting them this ship to take them from the Australian Colonies to the American Colonies.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she flopped back on the cot, wincing at the jarring the motion sent through her body, especially her stomach, she glared at the plain wood of the ceiling above her, wondering what they would find in the British Colonies of America, then, after that, the lands belonging to the French?
Would they live the way the colonists of Japan’s empire lived? Fishing in waters that had only enough fish to feed a few, breaking their backs for hours harvesting rice to sell on market day? She sighed and hoped for something more. In Australia, her parents had been not rich, but well off, she’d been led to believe, so perhaps it was the same in America.
They would find people with a purpose and people that didn’t live in constant fear of the anger of the despot that ruled over them. She hoped.
Her eyes closed and she quickly drifted off once again as another hope surfaced. She hoped this voyage was over with quickly.
_-_-
She woke several days later, feeling better. Well enough to open the door of her sick room and finally see the sea while at sea herself.
The ocean was blue, a dark blue that reached on into forever, meeting with the sky at some point to become one. Small white caps of waves showed here and there, mixing up the monotony of blue. The sun and ship were the only other sources of color, one being too bright to look at, she turned her attention to the men sprinkled out on deck, each one hard at work. The sails were full and the steam engines were louder out here than inside. She walked cautiously to the rain and leaned over to see the bow of the ship cut the waves. Then she gasped as she saw dolphins swimming alongside them.
“They’re a sign of good luck,” Soda murmured from beside her. “Or so the sailors tell me.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off them, the sleek creatures they were, large eyes rolling up to look at her in turn.
“They’re beautiful. I have heard stories, but never thought I’d see one.”
Soda leaned on the rail, folding his hands together and gazing down at the seven or so that had gathered. “I heard they’re mischievous creatures, playful and sneaky. Like children.”
She smiled, “I can see it. Look, they’re jumping.” And they were, each one jumping higher than the last, as if they were having a contest. They played beside the ship and Billie watched with wonder. She was startled when she felt a cool hand press to her brow.
Jerking in surprise, she turned to Soda, her eyes wide as she realized how vulnerable she had left herself in that moment. Soda read her thoughts in her eyes and shook his head.
“You’re still ill, you’re allowed to just be. You don’t always have to protect yourself from everybody.” He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and turned her toward the door leading below decks, toward the small closet they called their cabin. “Least of all from me, yes?” Before she could say aught, he opened the door and shoved her in. “Go back to sleep. You need as much as you can get. In a bit, I’ll bring food for you.”
Instantly her stomach rolled and she had to cover her mouth least she retch right there. She shook her head and raced to the cabin, listening to Soda’s soft chuckle following her.
She’d have to get him back for this, she decided. While he was right and she didn’t need to always protect herself, she had the two of them to help, she couldn’t help but feel foolish for allowing herself to become so used to them always being there.
Would they always be there for her, or will she, at some point, have to relearn to protect herself once again?
Title: Sea
Fandom:original
Prompt: mischievious
Warnings: none
Rating:G
Summary: Billie begins her journey to a new life
Billie found that she hated the sea.
She had sailed before, of course, when she was younger and didn’t remember a thing. This time around, she was fully aware of the choppy waves under the ship, of the wind that never stopped howling through the small holes in the sides of the ship they called windows. She clutched her head and leaned so far forward that her head was between her knees.
She felt the bile rising up to the back of her throat and clenched her lips closed against it. Could she make it to the bucket Chili had so helpfully left behind for her? With the rocking of the ship, the bucket had slowly made its way to the wall and she glared at it, silently calling it a traitor.
Really, Chili was the traitor, and so was Soda. Both had left her to her misery and were topside, doing whatever it was they were doing up there that turned their skin a nice brown rather than her sickish green.
She fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her rolling stomach and reached for the bucket, already emptied over the ship’s side once before and held it close, like a babe. The ship took a dip, and her stomach followed.
She retched into the bucket, tossing out what little Soda had managed to force down her gullet that morning. He’d been brutish with her too, leaving her to Chili’s power as she lay on the thin cot in the early morning light.
Chili had poured something vile down her throat that had sent her into a dreamless, and thankfully, painless sleep. She had only woken moments before to find the room empty and heavy shadows tracing the floor. Thankless men, she thought, after she had went through all the trouble of getting them this ship to take them from the Australian Colonies to the American Colonies.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she flopped back on the cot, wincing at the jarring the motion sent through her body, especially her stomach, she glared at the plain wood of the ceiling above her, wondering what they would find in the British Colonies of America, then, after that, the lands belonging to the French?
Would they live the way the colonists of Japan’s empire lived? Fishing in waters that had only enough fish to feed a few, breaking their backs for hours harvesting rice to sell on market day? She sighed and hoped for something more. In Australia, her parents had been not rich, but well off, she’d been led to believe, so perhaps it was the same in America.
They would find people with a purpose and people that didn’t live in constant fear of the anger of the despot that ruled over them. She hoped.
Her eyes closed and she quickly drifted off once again as another hope surfaced. She hoped this voyage was over with quickly.
_-_-
She woke several days later, feeling better. Well enough to open the door of her sick room and finally see the sea while at sea herself.
The ocean was blue, a dark blue that reached on into forever, meeting with the sky at some point to become one. Small white caps of waves showed here and there, mixing up the monotony of blue. The sun and ship were the only other sources of color, one being too bright to look at, she turned her attention to the men sprinkled out on deck, each one hard at work. The sails were full and the steam engines were louder out here than inside. She walked cautiously to the rain and leaned over to see the bow of the ship cut the waves. Then she gasped as she saw dolphins swimming alongside them.
“They’re a sign of good luck,” Soda murmured from beside her. “Or so the sailors tell me.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off them, the sleek creatures they were, large eyes rolling up to look at her in turn.
“They’re beautiful. I have heard stories, but never thought I’d see one.”
Soda leaned on the rail, folding his hands together and gazing down at the seven or so that had gathered. “I heard they’re mischievous creatures, playful and sneaky. Like children.”
She smiled, “I can see it. Look, they’re jumping.” And they were, each one jumping higher than the last, as if they were having a contest. They played beside the ship and Billie watched with wonder. She was startled when she felt a cool hand press to her brow.
Jerking in surprise, she turned to Soda, her eyes wide as she realized how vulnerable she had left herself in that moment. Soda read her thoughts in her eyes and shook his head.
“You’re still ill, you’re allowed to just be. You don’t always have to protect yourself from everybody.” He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and turned her toward the door leading below decks, toward the small closet they called their cabin. “Least of all from me, yes?” Before she could say aught, he opened the door and shoved her in. “Go back to sleep. You need as much as you can get. In a bit, I’ll bring food for you.”
Instantly her stomach rolled and she had to cover her mouth least she retch right there. She shook her head and raced to the cabin, listening to Soda’s soft chuckle following her.
She’d have to get him back for this, she decided. While he was right and she didn’t need to always protect herself, she had the two of them to help, she couldn’t help but feel foolish for allowing herself to become so used to them always being there.
Would they always be there for her, or will she, at some point, have to relearn to protect herself once again?
