Siren's Song chp. 3
Title: Siren's Song
Author: danisgirl_cof
Summary: Bam is bound to the Americas and gets shipwrecked. He gets rescued by a mysterious person and has to learn to survive on his own on an uninhabited island.
Disclaimer: I do not own any one mentioned. This is just my imagination, so please don't sue.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, guys... ^^; Don't hurt me o.o
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I step up onto the deck and take in a deep breath, inviting the salty sea air into my lungs. I have gotten used to the scent over these past few weeks. The chill in the air was making a nice transition from frigid winter to comfortably-cool spring. I hadn’t realized it was already this time of year. The days are comfortable with rolled up sleeves, and the nights are now bearable.
I feel that familiar firm pat between my shoulders as Dico comes up from behind me and stands next to me. He gazes up at the sky for a long time, his eyes scanning with a slight look of worry apparent. I glance at the sky to try to see what he was looking at, but only see the beautiful blue with an occasional wisp of a cloud.
“What is the matter?” I ask finally. Dico blinked out of his trance and looked at me.
“Don’t you feel that?” he asked ominously. I blinked at him, then tried to use all my senses to figure out what he was referring to. After a moment of that, I gave up.
“I don’t feel anything,” I admitted with a shrug of one shoulder. Dico grunted and turned his attention back to the sky, where nothing apparent was happening. It was very disconcerting, and I wanted to tell him to stop. I’m sure that wouldn’t have done a bit of good, though.
“A storm brews nearby,” Dico stated in a low voice. My eyes darted back up to the sky, seeing no signs of any danger. I gave Dico a look of ‘Oh, come now,’ but Dico’s expression didn’t show any signs that he was trying to fool me.
My shipmate turned to me once again with a serious look on his face. “If I were you, I’d go below deck when the winds kick up. Storms can be treacherous and deadly out at sea, boy. Best take my words to mind,” he warned. I swallowed hard, knowing the man was completely serious. I slowly nodded with wide eyes in acknowledgement. Dico gave me a smile and a friendly squeeze on the shoulder, as if assuring me everything would be okay. That didn’t make me feel any better. I would have been fine, had he not said anything to me at all.
Most of the day had gone by with me in a paranoid state, checking the horizon for any sign of brooding clouds. After several hours of shaky fingers and worrisome thoughts, nothing had happened. I began to laugh at myself, finding it silly that I would believe something so silly. It was probably just something Dico did to get a rise. I shook my head and smiled as I dumped my bucket full of dirty water off the side of the ship. How ridiculous to get so worked up over nothing.
My eyes glanced back up to the fading sky, the paranoid thought still scratching at the back of my head. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky those brilliant colors of pink and violet. There was still no sign of dark clouds. I pushed the insane idea to the back of my mind, ignoring it. There was no reason to be worried. A person can always tell when there’s a storm coming, even when it’s several miles away. There haven’t been any strong winds, nor any thick, puffy clouds.
I placed my bucket back below deck where it belongs and grab some dried meat from what was left of the food every one had to fight over for. I bite down on it and tear off a piece, chewing quite a few times before it’s soft enough to swallow. That is one of the worst things about this trip: the horrible food. I manage to swallow the salty meat before yanking off another with my teeth.
My ears suddenly perked to a familiar sound. It was that damned voice again. Why was it taunting me so? No one ever seemed to hear it when I did. I listened to it as I chewed on my food. The song was a lot different today. It wasn’t the usual gorgeous melody it had sung many times before. It sounded like the voice was trembling, as if worried about something. I slowly bit off another piece of meat as I tried to understand what the voice was trying to say. I could never understand the words, as the sound was too deep and far away for me to decipher anything.
The ship took a sudden tilt, which caused several men to stumble to one side and hit the angled wall. I grabbed the table that was mounted to the floor, watching all the remaining food tumble off and slide to the corner of the room. All the men glanced at each other with a worried look in their eyes.
“What just happened?” I asked when the ship had settled back upright.
“There’s a strong breeze tonight,” a man answered. I looked at him, finding sweat beading on his brow, and it wasn’t hot below deck. The blood began to drain from my face as my mind went back to Dico’s warning. I went upstairs above deck to see what was going on. Some men were grasping tightly to ropes that controlled the direction of the sails. My eyes glanced upward. Not but a few minutes ago, the horizon was still lit with the fading light of sunset. Now there was absolutely no evidence of any horizon at all. The black sky blended perfectly with the sea that now seemed to be a deadly abyss.
Another wall of wind struck the side of the ship, tilting it. There was nothing for me to grab this time, so I slid to the portside, slamming against the wall and knocking the breath from my lungs. I lied on my side as I desperately gasped for my breath, holding my hands to my chest. I needed to get back below deck where it was at least a little safer. I tried my best to get to my feet, but the ship’s rocking was preventing me from keeping my balance. I continued to roll onto the portside wall again and again as the breeze tilted the ship.
The wind suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes that I didn’t realize I had squeezed shut. The sky was still an angry shade of black, and didn’t look promising. I got to my feet, ready to run for my life below deck. But something caught the corner of my eye out in the ocean. I don’t know how I had spotted it when it was so dark out, but I saw it, nonetheless. It was a simple glimpse of pale skin. I couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman, because it was gone as soon as I saw it. My eyes scanned over the dark ocean, trying to find what I had seen. Unfortunately, the wind pushed double-fold this time, tilting the boat once again. I lost my balance again, falling on my side and rolling back to portside. Wood creaked and moaned as the boat rocked back and forth. Heavy rain began to pelt the topside of my body.
Heavy waves began to lick the sides of the boat, becoming more and more infuriated with the growing storm. Water began to uninvitingly board the ship, knocking several men off their feet and sweeping them to the opposite side of the ship as if simple play-things. Frigid salty water enveloped my body before it drained off the boat. I got on my hands and knees, spitting and blowing my nose, the horrid water surely attempting to kill me.
I started crawling carefully towards the stairs, wanting to get to safety. The rain and sea water had made the deck extremely slick, making it impossible to maintain traction. I slipped and slid as the boat practically tilted on it’s side. I watched as my impending doom gazed up at me in the form of lapping, hungry waves. I regretted never learning how to swim at that moment as I watched myself fall towards the water.
The boat righted itself, catching me before I made contact with the ocean. I would have kissed the planks of wood had I not been in this situation.
Lightening began striking around the ship, the sound cracking and echoing all the way to the horizon. I closed my eyes, knowing I wasn’t going to make it below deck. Even if I did, I probably would have drowned down there, seeing as a lot of the water was beginning to drain down there. I lay on my side and curl up, praying to God that the ship would survive this storm, and me along with it. I didn’t want to die. I still had to marry Missy. I had to follow in my father’s footsteps as a roof thatcher. I had to have a family of my own.
I really wasn’t ready to die yet.
Another loud crack thundered through the air as lightening struck again. I opened one eye and found that the lightening had hit a sail, catching it aflame. Even under the harsh rain, the fire was triumphing. It traveled from the sail to the post, and slowly down to the deck. I backed up against the wall as my whole body began to tremble.
“Looks like I won’t be back as soon as I thought I was,” I said quietly to myself as I watched the fire trail to the barrels of gunpowder at the front of the ship. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst.
There was a deafening explosion before I heard dead silence.
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Author: danisgirl_cof
Summary: Bam is bound to the Americas and gets shipwrecked. He gets rescued by a mysterious person and has to learn to survive on his own on an uninhabited island.
Disclaimer: I do not own any one mentioned. This is just my imagination, so please don't sue.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, guys... ^^; Don't hurt me o.o
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
I step up onto the deck and take in a deep breath, inviting the salty sea air into my lungs. I have gotten used to the scent over these past few weeks. The chill in the air was making a nice transition from frigid winter to comfortably-cool spring. I hadn’t realized it was already this time of year. The days are comfortable with rolled up sleeves, and the nights are now bearable.
I feel that familiar firm pat between my shoulders as Dico comes up from behind me and stands next to me. He gazes up at the sky for a long time, his eyes scanning with a slight look of worry apparent. I glance at the sky to try to see what he was looking at, but only see the beautiful blue with an occasional wisp of a cloud.
“What is the matter?” I ask finally. Dico blinked out of his trance and looked at me.
“Don’t you feel that?” he asked ominously. I blinked at him, then tried to use all my senses to figure out what he was referring to. After a moment of that, I gave up.
“I don’t feel anything,” I admitted with a shrug of one shoulder. Dico grunted and turned his attention back to the sky, where nothing apparent was happening. It was very disconcerting, and I wanted to tell him to stop. I’m sure that wouldn’t have done a bit of good, though.
“A storm brews nearby,” Dico stated in a low voice. My eyes darted back up to the sky, seeing no signs of any danger. I gave Dico a look of ‘Oh, come now,’ but Dico’s expression didn’t show any signs that he was trying to fool me.
My shipmate turned to me once again with a serious look on his face. “If I were you, I’d go below deck when the winds kick up. Storms can be treacherous and deadly out at sea, boy. Best take my words to mind,” he warned. I swallowed hard, knowing the man was completely serious. I slowly nodded with wide eyes in acknowledgement. Dico gave me a smile and a friendly squeeze on the shoulder, as if assuring me everything would be okay. That didn’t make me feel any better. I would have been fine, had he not said anything to me at all.
Most of the day had gone by with me in a paranoid state, checking the horizon for any sign of brooding clouds. After several hours of shaky fingers and worrisome thoughts, nothing had happened. I began to laugh at myself, finding it silly that I would believe something so silly. It was probably just something Dico did to get a rise. I shook my head and smiled as I dumped my bucket full of dirty water off the side of the ship. How ridiculous to get so worked up over nothing.
My eyes glanced back up to the fading sky, the paranoid thought still scratching at the back of my head. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky those brilliant colors of pink and violet. There was still no sign of dark clouds. I pushed the insane idea to the back of my mind, ignoring it. There was no reason to be worried. A person can always tell when there’s a storm coming, even when it’s several miles away. There haven’t been any strong winds, nor any thick, puffy clouds.
I placed my bucket back below deck where it belongs and grab some dried meat from what was left of the food every one had to fight over for. I bite down on it and tear off a piece, chewing quite a few times before it’s soft enough to swallow. That is one of the worst things about this trip: the horrible food. I manage to swallow the salty meat before yanking off another with my teeth.
My ears suddenly perked to a familiar sound. It was that damned voice again. Why was it taunting me so? No one ever seemed to hear it when I did. I listened to it as I chewed on my food. The song was a lot different today. It wasn’t the usual gorgeous melody it had sung many times before. It sounded like the voice was trembling, as if worried about something. I slowly bit off another piece of meat as I tried to understand what the voice was trying to say. I could never understand the words, as the sound was too deep and far away for me to decipher anything.
The ship took a sudden tilt, which caused several men to stumble to one side and hit the angled wall. I grabbed the table that was mounted to the floor, watching all the remaining food tumble off and slide to the corner of the room. All the men glanced at each other with a worried look in their eyes.
“What just happened?” I asked when the ship had settled back upright.
“There’s a strong breeze tonight,” a man answered. I looked at him, finding sweat beading on his brow, and it wasn’t hot below deck. The blood began to drain from my face as my mind went back to Dico’s warning. I went upstairs above deck to see what was going on. Some men were grasping tightly to ropes that controlled the direction of the sails. My eyes glanced upward. Not but a few minutes ago, the horizon was still lit with the fading light of sunset. Now there was absolutely no evidence of any horizon at all. The black sky blended perfectly with the sea that now seemed to be a deadly abyss.
Another wall of wind struck the side of the ship, tilting it. There was nothing for me to grab this time, so I slid to the portside, slamming against the wall and knocking the breath from my lungs. I lied on my side as I desperately gasped for my breath, holding my hands to my chest. I needed to get back below deck where it was at least a little safer. I tried my best to get to my feet, but the ship’s rocking was preventing me from keeping my balance. I continued to roll onto the portside wall again and again as the breeze tilted the ship.
The wind suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes that I didn’t realize I had squeezed shut. The sky was still an angry shade of black, and didn’t look promising. I got to my feet, ready to run for my life below deck. But something caught the corner of my eye out in the ocean. I don’t know how I had spotted it when it was so dark out, but I saw it, nonetheless. It was a simple glimpse of pale skin. I couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman, because it was gone as soon as I saw it. My eyes scanned over the dark ocean, trying to find what I had seen. Unfortunately, the wind pushed double-fold this time, tilting the boat once again. I lost my balance again, falling on my side and rolling back to portside. Wood creaked and moaned as the boat rocked back and forth. Heavy rain began to pelt the topside of my body.
Heavy waves began to lick the sides of the boat, becoming more and more infuriated with the growing storm. Water began to uninvitingly board the ship, knocking several men off their feet and sweeping them to the opposite side of the ship as if simple play-things. Frigid salty water enveloped my body before it drained off the boat. I got on my hands and knees, spitting and blowing my nose, the horrid water surely attempting to kill me.
I started crawling carefully towards the stairs, wanting to get to safety. The rain and sea water had made the deck extremely slick, making it impossible to maintain traction. I slipped and slid as the boat practically tilted on it’s side. I watched as my impending doom gazed up at me in the form of lapping, hungry waves. I regretted never learning how to swim at that moment as I watched myself fall towards the water.
The boat righted itself, catching me before I made contact with the ocean. I would have kissed the planks of wood had I not been in this situation.
Lightening began striking around the ship, the sound cracking and echoing all the way to the horizon. I closed my eyes, knowing I wasn’t going to make it below deck. Even if I did, I probably would have drowned down there, seeing as a lot of the water was beginning to drain down there. I lay on my side and curl up, praying to God that the ship would survive this storm, and me along with it. I didn’t want to die. I still had to marry Missy. I had to follow in my father’s footsteps as a roof thatcher. I had to have a family of my own.
I really wasn’t ready to die yet.
Another loud crack thundered through the air as lightening struck again. I opened one eye and found that the lightening had hit a sail, catching it aflame. Even under the harsh rain, the fire was triumphing. It traveled from the sail to the post, and slowly down to the deck. I backed up against the wall as my whole body began to tremble.
“Looks like I won’t be back as soon as I thought I was,” I said quietly to myself as I watched the fire trail to the barrels of gunpowder at the front of the ship. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst.
There was a deafening explosion before I heard dead silence.
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