nakamook

I woke up the next morning to find the Captain's body pressed against mine. Sometime in the night the covers had been pushed back from the Captain, removing any barrier to this happening. As a result, or maybe inevitably, his body had found it's way into my arms, his forehead resting against my collarbone, his breath dusting my chest. He, in turn, had draped his arm over my hips and held me tight. Our legs were mutually entwined; I could find no single fault there. I didn't want to move. I had

Morning watch bells woke me from a dream of warm arms and and icy commands. I groaned, stretching as best I could while not knocking myself from the ropes. I looked out over the deck - it was deserted in the early morning mist. The only other living being would be the watchman, up in the crows nest. I squinted up towards the top of the mast, trying to see who it was. The lad must have seen my movement, because a hand came up and waved. I waved back, although I couldn't tell who I wa

I wiped my face with the inside of my shirt as I moved down the hall. I felt good, at least for the first few steps. Then the full weight of my proclamation hit my body. I felt myself going down, right there in the hall. I traced my hand down the wall as my knees buckled beneath me. What was this, this sick ripping feeling passing through my stomach and bleeding into my soul, this sudden void inside my head, the way my lungs wouldn’t take air? I gasped, crouched there in the hall, some

I rushed into the mess, knowing it would be empty but hoping Cookie would still be there. “No food until,” he stopped and stared at me, naked from the waist down. “You should not be out like that.” “Dressing would have taken too much time.” I didn’t have time. I didn’t have anything, not self respect, not a soul, not anything. Endorphins were crashing down, leaving nothing to cover up the hole the Captain had ripped in my stomach earlier. I needed to do something, anything, to

I was out of practice at waking up in beds that were not mine. My years in the mines had taught me the importance of constant vigilance. I’d barely been able to sleep anyway, without the rocking of a ship, the gentle singing of the sea. How can you trust the land? It’s likely to drop out from under your feet at any moment. I’d never felt safe on solid ground; in prison mines, even less. Deep repose, the kind that steals your bearing from you and lets you rest your soul as well as body

The ship getting taken by pirates was kind of fucking up my plan.I'd had a plan. Not a good one, but one that had been working for me. Hit a guard over the head. Check. Make my escape. Check. Pick the locks on the shackles they had on me, ditch the metal constraints in the river, and get down to town. Check, check and check. Get on a ship, use a fake name. Get hired as a sailor; I'm a big guy and they can always use more men. Get a job. Get a wage. Get out of the city. All of that, all a big che

Two unnamed men - one sailor, one Captain. Two paths that brought them to this time, this place. This meeting. Will it be true love or does fate have something else in mind? After they have each endured so much pain and heartbreak, surely it is time for something to go right? The Sailor certainly thinks so. And when you’re the sea incarnate. Well. Things tend to go your way.