Dream [005] ☼
Spain leaned against the wooden railing of the boat even as it dipped and rose with the waves. The wind ruffled his hair, tugged at his clothes, and filled the not-quite-white sails of the caravel, propelling the medium-sized ship forward at a good pace. The water sparkled in the sun, stretching out for miles and miles on either side of the vessel, and Spain watched it, his green eyes thoughtful.
He had never felt as free as when he was out on the sea, Spain decided. It was an amazing feeling to know that he was travelling a path nobody had travelled before; nobody had ever attempted such a journey, and yet now he was on one of the ships that was.
“Capitan!” Spain heard. He glanced over, straightening from his leaning position.
The captain of the ship, Vicente Yáñez Pinzón, was speaking with the crew member that had called him, nodding every few moments.
Spain smiled to himself and leaned back against the edge of the ship. If it was important, he was sure that the captain would tell him, so there was no need for him to move. He looked back out at the water all around them, miles and miles of blue ocean stretching out around them, nothing else visible.
And, sure enough, a few moments later Yáñez leaned against the wooden railing next to him, also looking out to sea.
After another silent moment, the captain looked at Spain and said, without a smile, “It looks like there might be a storm on the horizon.”
Spain shaded his eyes with one hand against the sun and peered out at said horizon for a long moment. Then he nodded, still smiling pleasantly, and said, “Yes, I think you’re right.”
There was another pause, and then the captain sighed.
“Spain…”
His country looked at him, blinking. “Yes?”
“Perhaps you should stay below deck during the storm.” It was supposed to be an order, but in the face of his country’s innocent smile, it came out as more of a suggestion.
Spain blinked at him more. “Why?”
The captain ran a hand through his hair. “The king and queen would kill me if anything happened to you.”
Spain laughed. “Yes, they probably would,” he agreed amusedly.
“So will you stay where it is safe?” Yáñez asked hopefully.
“No,” Spain responded, still smiling. “I’m part of your crew now, right? I’m supposed to help out during storms, just like I help out when the weather is nice.”
The captain blinked at him, then sighed. Spain noticed his dread and said, voice still far too cheerful, “I’ll be fine, Capitan. Nothing will happen to me.”
He glanced out at sea, noting the darkening sky. “You should probably go tell the crew to prepare,” Spain suggested. “It looks like that storm will be here soon.”
Yáñez gave him one last, long glance, and then he nodded. “Very well, Spain.”
And, as he walked away, Spain leaned forward again, looking at the dark clouds approaching, the stronger wind whipping through his hair, cool against his face, almost sharply so compared to the warm humidity.
And he grinned.
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[Spain doesn't wake up after this dream and he's simply smiling contentedly in his sleep.
ooc: I should have posted this yesterday; ignore my fail, guys. >>; (Yesterday was Columbus Day, after all.)]