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tamingthemuseTitle: Mistaken
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Bilge
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Sari’s crew weathers a storm, but that’s only the beginning of their troubles.
When the storm was over, Sari sat at the bow of her ship and watched the clouds drift away from their rout. They were still dark and heavy with rain and built like a wall on the horizon. Lightening still flashed within the clouds.
She sighed as the storm drifted off and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Now things were so calm. The waves were tranquil and the men were busy fixing ripped sails and tangled lines. Really, there was nothing for her to do.
She turned to look at Dust Dream as he approached and settled next to her with a heavy book in his lap. “Look, the stars are giving us a forecast.” He pointed to a graph in the book and began babbling on about something Sari really couldn’t care less about. She watched him talk, smiling softly as his eyes lit up with his pleasure on the subject.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
He paused mid-sentence and blinked at her sudden change of subject. “I-I studied this for years.”
“Back home?”
“Back home.” He flipped through the pages in the book, not meeting her eyes. She frowned and tilted her head to one side to better see his face he was trying to hiding from her.
“Do you miss your home?”
He shook his head, then tilted his head up to the soft breeze that was drifting off the storm. “I don’t. I miss the family, but not the life I had there. This life is so much more…”
“Free?”
“Yes. Free. I wouldn’t give this life up for anything.” He flushed and ducked his head again. “Why are we talking about this?
“Because you’re so sweet.” She grinned then quickly stood and ruffled his hair before moving away, her strides long and easy on the rolling deck of the ship.
She waved at the men on the lines and ducked under a low hanging sail that had yet to be retied. She scowled at the rip that ran the length of the sail and moved on to the wheel where Gene was busily shouting orders to the linemen.
“Has anyone checked the hold and galley?”
He shook his head and shouted at Jess to tighten his line and watch his footing. She slapped him on the back and walked back down the stairs toward the galley and into the darkness. Nobody had bothered to relight the lamps and she searched the darkness for flint. There was an old chest near the door that had been knocked over in the chaos of the storm that was supposed to hold the supplies. She righted the chest and opened it. The contents had been soaked, but a seal skin sheath had kept the flint and some papers dry. She lit a lantern and moved into the room. Water sloshed over the floor and her feet as the ship rocked form side to side. She found several other lamps and straightened the tables and checked on the oven.
The coal in the oven was still bright orange and none had spilled out. Satisfied, she moved on to check the bunks and the cabins. Once she was sure that everything was safe she moved down into the hold and waited for her eyes to adjust to the pitch black. Her lamp did little to cut through the darkness. There were deeper shadows inside the dark that she knew was her cargo and others that were her food supplies. She checked for leaks and for damage and found that someone had secured the cargo before the storm and smiled at the forethought of her crew.
She opened the hatch to check on the level of the bilge water. She wrinkled her nose and used her caste mark to light up the inside of the cubby rather than risk the gases igniting the lamp. She frowned at an unusual mass in floating in the fuller than usual cuddy. She reached down and snagged the mass, her eyes widening upon finding it to be cloth. She pulled it up and grinned.
“What are you doing here, missus?”
The water spirit blinked larger than natural eyes and clung to Sari’s arm. “Mother?”
Sari’s eyes widened and she sat back on her heels. “What? I’m not your mother. Are you the storm’s child?”
The tiny elemental climbed into her arms and huddled close, soaking her already soaked clothes. “Mother.”
Sari patted the elemental’s back and carefully stood and carried the little one outside.
Now what was she supposed to do?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Bilge
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Sari’s crew weathers a storm, but that’s only the beginning of their troubles.
When the storm was over, Sari sat at the bow of her ship and watched the clouds drift away from their rout. They were still dark and heavy with rain and built like a wall on the horizon. Lightening still flashed within the clouds.
She sighed as the storm drifted off and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Now things were so calm. The waves were tranquil and the men were busy fixing ripped sails and tangled lines. Really, there was nothing for her to do.
She turned to look at Dust Dream as he approached and settled next to her with a heavy book in his lap. “Look, the stars are giving us a forecast.” He pointed to a graph in the book and began babbling on about something Sari really couldn’t care less about. She watched him talk, smiling softly as his eyes lit up with his pleasure on the subject.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?”
He paused mid-sentence and blinked at her sudden change of subject. “I-I studied this for years.”
“Back home?”
“Back home.” He flipped through the pages in the book, not meeting her eyes. She frowned and tilted her head to one side to better see his face he was trying to hiding from her.
“Do you miss your home?”
He shook his head, then tilted his head up to the soft breeze that was drifting off the storm. “I don’t. I miss the family, but not the life I had there. This life is so much more…”
“Free?”
“Yes. Free. I wouldn’t give this life up for anything.” He flushed and ducked his head again. “Why are we talking about this?
“Because you’re so sweet.” She grinned then quickly stood and ruffled his hair before moving away, her strides long and easy on the rolling deck of the ship.
She waved at the men on the lines and ducked under a low hanging sail that had yet to be retied. She scowled at the rip that ran the length of the sail and moved on to the wheel where Gene was busily shouting orders to the linemen.
“Has anyone checked the hold and galley?”
He shook his head and shouted at Jess to tighten his line and watch his footing. She slapped him on the back and walked back down the stairs toward the galley and into the darkness. Nobody had bothered to relight the lamps and she searched the darkness for flint. There was an old chest near the door that had been knocked over in the chaos of the storm that was supposed to hold the supplies. She righted the chest and opened it. The contents had been soaked, but a seal skin sheath had kept the flint and some papers dry. She lit a lantern and moved into the room. Water sloshed over the floor and her feet as the ship rocked form side to side. She found several other lamps and straightened the tables and checked on the oven.
The coal in the oven was still bright orange and none had spilled out. Satisfied, she moved on to check the bunks and the cabins. Once she was sure that everything was safe she moved down into the hold and waited for her eyes to adjust to the pitch black. Her lamp did little to cut through the darkness. There were deeper shadows inside the dark that she knew was her cargo and others that were her food supplies. She checked for leaks and for damage and found that someone had secured the cargo before the storm and smiled at the forethought of her crew.
She opened the hatch to check on the level of the bilge water. She wrinkled her nose and used her caste mark to light up the inside of the cubby rather than risk the gases igniting the lamp. She frowned at an unusual mass in floating in the fuller than usual cuddy. She reached down and snagged the mass, her eyes widening upon finding it to be cloth. She pulled it up and grinned.
“What are you doing here, missus?”
The water spirit blinked larger than natural eyes and clung to Sari’s arm. “Mother?”
Sari’s eyes widened and she sat back on her heels. “What? I’m not your mother. Are you the storm’s child?”
The tiny elemental climbed into her arms and huddled close, soaking her already soaked clothes. “Mother.”
Sari patted the elemental’s back and carefully stood and carried the little one outside.
Now what was she supposed to do?
