Black Hawk's Treasure

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

We stood there for the longest time, felt his sadness. And I seriously didn't want to leave him unsatisfied. I deserved to be left with lustful need, but Rodger didn't. Wild look suddenly ran deep into my eyes, it took him by surprise with the sudden change.

"It looks like he's not going to come look for me after all, I will have to find out how he is doing shortly...."

Wicked grin crossed my lips, he had no idea what was running through my head. Though he will soon find out.

"But, not until I do something for you. I want to prove to that I'm not just teasing you. Want you know how much I wanted to this to happen."

Hands roamed down his back, over his hips, tracing them to his pant line. Snaking my hands into his pants, placing light kisses down his chest through his shirt.

"I shall satisfy your need, your desires, give you release before my own needs and desire."

Got down onto my knees pulling down his pants over his hips, letting his hardness free as I lightly kiss it, licking the tip.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

He had listened to her dismissal sotically. It was one he'd heard before. Far too many times to suit his tastes. Then again, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that once was one too many. The jist was that old speech given to men everywhere since the dawn of time. It was, in fact, a variation on the classic "just friends" speech.

He tried to not show the pain. Yes, they had just met. But...

He sighed. She stroked his hair and spoke of an undefined future where they might be together. Rodger knew better though. When a woman speaks of tomorrows, what she means is never.

"I should have stayed on my fucking boat..." he though as her hands went to his hair in a vain attempt to show that she was serious in her hope for the future.

He stood behind her, his hands still around her waist. If she wanted him as a friend, he would not deny her her wish. She was looking down at someone. Her lover, probably. There were so many people down there that he couldn't tell who he was.

"It looks like he's not going to come look for me after all, I will have to find out how he is doing shortly...." Krysta said.


Then she turned back to him with...desire?

"But, not until I do something for you. I want to prove to that I'm not just teasing you. Want you know how much I wanted to this to happen."

The shock in Rodger's eyes was almost comical as his would be-queen-of the sea knealt before him and pulled his manhood out of his pants.

"I shall satisfy your need, your desires, give you release before my own needs and desire," she said hungrily as she began to lick and kiss it.

He let her lick him for a few moments before raising her by her chin.

"I don't work like that, Krysta," he said, looking deep into your eyes.

"If you want something, we both get to enjoy it." He knew she was going to deny him yet again, and even as he stopped her he was cursing himself more harshly than any of his enemies. But he would not use her for his own pleasure. he couldn't.

Rodger held her in his arms, his cock still out and hard and pressing against Krysta's belly.

And he waited for her response.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

I was about to take him all the way in when his fingers wrapped lightly around my chin, guiding me back to my feet.

"What I want doesn't matter at this moment. For what I want I can't have."

He could see the seriousness in my eyes, how much I wanted to prove myself to him. Let him know that his time with me wasn't in vain.

"As you wish m'lord. If you want me to enjoy the same as you, then I wish for you to fuck me. Right here and now."

I didn't want to be just friends, but I couldn't keep him either. Not now anyway. My hand never left his hardened sex as both my hand his shaft was trapped between our bodies.

" I can't deny that I want you. Nor can I deny the desires I feel for you. No matter wrong or right."

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

Rodger smiled at her words. "If you want me, you can have me. There are always secret places where an affair could be had."

He once again slid off his shirt and this time to hers completly off as well as he guided the pair of them to the floor of the crow's nest, the love nest...no...THEIR love nest.

As he kissed her again, Krysta began to stroke him off. Rodger returned the favor by once again sliding his hand into her pants and finding her nub. He bit her neck, knowing that that that brought her pleasure. As he did so, one of his fingers began to slide vertically between her labia.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

Whimpering even more when he bit my neck, so loved how he did that. This time there was no stopping, spreading my legs wide for his fingers, quivering at their touch.

"An affair would be dangerous on a single ship."

Panting out the words, rolling my head back to expose more neck to him, relishing on his feasting. Hand mindlessly stroked his hard length wishing it was inside of me.

"Tell me what our future would be like."

Rolling my hips shakily to his fingers.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

"Nay, this is a pirate ship. There are hidden ways everywhere. And, this is also a damaged ship, and your lover is the captain if you told him that a portion of the ship was unsafe, then he would believe you. And as long as you are to watch me, so long as your lover is not present, there would be no reason to suspect, after all, you would only be following orders."

Rodger began to almost chew on her neck, moving his mouth up and down along it, relishing Kryta's gasps and moans. As her hips rolled deeper, he angled his fingers and she unintentionally impaled herself on his probing hand. He winked at her and began to thrust his fingers inside her pussy, which had begun to weep with joy.

 

[katalynn]

"Easy on the neck m'sweetness.. don't want to leave marks now do we?"

His fingers began to work fast and hard, causing me to thrust back against them just has harder. Trying to stifle my cries that were on the verge of screams.

"I need to feel you deep inside me.... pleas-s-s-se."

Gooseflesh broke out along my skin add with the shivers that his fingers were causing as the hit the sweet spots. His body now forcing my legs to stay spread as the quaked, wanting to close at the same keeping their spread. Within moments I wasn't able to hold back as I cried out softly, forcing back the screams, into an orgasm.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

As Krysta reached the peak of her orgasm, Rodger placed her own hand on her honey spot and wrestled out of his pants before she had even come down from her waves of passion. He quickly removed her hand and rubed his manhood against her dripping sex.

As he relaxed down over her her whispered into her ear, "I do not care what the future holds, so long as our futures are mingled."

Slowly he began to slide into her.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

He didn't let me come down, instantly placing my hand to my own sex, my fingers dove right in as if it was the most natural thing to do. Thrusting them in and out fast and hard, not letting myself relax.

Eyes rolled back with the lust that was driven into me, giving a sharp intake at the feel of his luscious cock pushing past my hungry walls. Rolling my hips up and down, forcing him to drive into me. My fingers lingered at my clit, pinching and rolling it around. Was on the verge of screaming out, but the tears showed how much I was forcing it back.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

He saw how Krysta was trying to restain herself and he placed his palm over her mouth. "Shhhh...."

Rodger winked and started to fuck his pirate queen in earnest, diving deep into her over and over again. He rocked his head forward and down and licked the upper curves of her breasts.

The swaying of the mast added to the dizzying pleasure of their lovemaking and Rodger used it to his advantage, letting Krysta hunch her hips against him when the ship swayed toward him and thrusting hard into her as it rocked in the oposite direction.

Never before had the passionate act been experienced with his whole body in such a way.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

The feeling washed over me like the sea washed over our ship. Drowning me in the passion he had placed upon me. Clawed down his back, hopeing wasn't clawing to hard.
The ship seemed to help with the pace, beckoning us to do this.

"Cum-m-m-m-m for me m'sweetness...."

Barely could say the words without screaming them, bit down onto my lip, shaking wildly as I came and came again. Cries of pleasure seeped out on the verge of screams, then his palm was placed on my mouth to help stifle the cries. Managed to look into his eyes, as if I was pleading him to let me scream out. Yet we both knew that would be bad.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

He winced a little at her nails in his back. The scars were old, but they were still tender.

At Krysta's urging Rodger noded and starts to move faster, the feel of his queen spasaming around him hurried him along and it was only a few more moments before he was grunting and cuming into her. Krysta could see his eyes roll back into his head as he continued to thrust, lost in the moment of his bliss.

When the last of his seed had been spilled, Rodger lay slowly down onto Krysta, covered her face with kisses and nuzzled her ear. His strong arms pulled her to him and the two of them lay together as the cool air puckered their skin.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

Held my breath for the last few m oments as he came hard into me, moved my hands to grip the blanket hard when I saw the moment of pain in his eyes. I was whimpering out little pants, getting dizzy from holding my breath to not scream.

Hadn't even realized when he stopped till he layed on me, kissing and cuddling next to me. Felt the over flood of our mixture seeping down onto the blanket. We layed next to eachother in silence, calming down from the heated passion that was finally released. An hour must have gone by the whole time we cuddled, soon Rodger had fallen a sleep, mainly because I told him to and caressed over his eyes till he did. Kissed his softly on the cheek,

"sweet dreams."

Whispered softly, snaked my way out his arms to clean myself up a little with the blanket before getting dressed again. Once I was dressed, wrapped him up in the blanket slowly as to not wake him. The wind carried most of the sex scent away and once Iwas on deck took a drink of some rum that a crew member had saved for himself. In fact I took a few drinks.

Crept into the room that I knew Thomas was in, just looking at him leaned over the desk like that sleeping broke my heart. I should have came to him sooner. But how was I to know? There was a blanket on the ground and I picked up drapping it over him. Kissed him on his forehead softly, Thomas moaned slightly in his sleep.
Found a spot on floor where I knew he would see me when he woke and fell into my own dream state, without blanket and still damp clothes.

 

[corbetphantom]

Rodger Flint

((ooc: the song he sings can be heard HERE ))


He awoke that morning and found himself alone. Rodger stood and sucked his breath in against the cold. He knew she would go. She had all but told him so herself, and yet there was mor pain in the going than he had imagined.

He braced himself against the edge of the crow's nest and looked out across the cold, grey sea.

Sudden realization dawned on him. "Shit!" he muttered, "This is the crow's nest, we were supposed to keep watch!"

Rodger hurriedly scanned the horizion, hoping that he had not missed something obvious in his sleep. The last thing he needed was for the captain to find a reason to dislike him.

He smiled then. The ship had not run aground, nor were there any reefs ahead, nor any British or merchant ships about. His indescretion would go unnoticed.

He then began to sing to keep himself busy. His voice was a rich baritone, and it wafted down to the people on deck from above sounding distant but melodious.

"The maiden, oh, the maiden oh.
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
A maid that is young,
A maid that is fair,
A maid that is kind and pleasant, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!

Tobacco, oh, tobacco, oh,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh.
A packet of bird's-eye,
Packet of cut
A plug of hard tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh.

The bottle, oh, the bottle oh,
The sailor loves the bottle, oh,
So early in the morning
The sailor loves the bottle oh.
A bottle of brandy,
Bottle of gin,
A bottle of Irish whisky, oh!
So early in the morning
The sailor loves his bottle, oh!

The maiden oh, the bottle, oh,
A pipe of good tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning
The sailor loves all these, heigh ho.
A bottle of spirit,
A maiden fair,
A plug of good tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning
These are the sailor's loves, heigh ho"

Rodger rested his arms on the edge of the crow's nest and kept his eye on the horizon.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mia

"Happen? I don't rightly know Danny.. I am worried though. Things aint lookin' too good for us. But since when has that stopped us from comin' out on top? I am sure somethin' will be done soon... Preach and Ash can figure it out.. Right now I'm more obligated.. well.. not obligated but determined.. you keep your sass in bed." I moved over and sat on the edge of the cot with him.

I too was tired, the day stressfull and the sourness not yet gone.

"Make room for me now." Pressing against him, I pushed myself into the narrow cot on his good side and lay against him.

"Sleep is good.. food later. You need anything?" The sun had set and it was my cue to get some much needed rest. Bandages would need changed tomorrow.. a captain who wanted us off his newly aquired ship.. Danny was wounded, Ash was in danger.. Yeah, this was my life.. Hadn't changed much since I started workin for ash's father..

"Warm?" I murmured softly.. already dozing in and out.

 

[The GrandMage]

'Salty Dan' Moore

He grunted, and put an arm around Mia, holding her so she wouldn't fall off the cot. After all, sleep wouldn't do much good if you keep waking up after falling out of bed, right? He closed his eyes, wondering what would be in store for them on the morrow.

He just hoped it didn't involve a noose or a plank. After all, it'd be a real shame if he swam for his life and got patched up only to be killed. Be a terrible waste.

 

[Why]

...........

 

[Sweetp4u]

Ashley

"Honest Captain. Go for a sloop, steal or rent. You need to get on Vallen's tail as soon as possible If you return home, even if you find a buyer right away for your estate, it could take weeks, maybe months before you have another ship and Vallen would be where? Also a small crew of people you trust around you is what you need. That is my view, but I would here what the Doctor and the Master Gunner has to say.. " Preach's words made sense to her. It seemed the only logical thing they could do.

"I will do that.. I'm going to get some air. You two get some rest and thanks." It helped having some sound advice, but it didn't stop the nagging in her mind. Something wasn't right with her and Thomas, aside from the arguing.. It just didn't make sense?

She strolled along the deck, most of the crew bunked around the deck and many below, hammocks were strung here and there, the best one could do in this situation. She stood at the helm, the man there letting her steer the ship for awhile as he looked on. It helped, it always seemed to calm her when she was here. She could put almost anything in perspective.. But not her and Thomas?

An hour went by, the silence was music to her ears, the night clear and the stars shined brightly over head. She spent many nights like this as a young woman. Her father steering and teaching her. His words, the dreams he had.. He had wanted a grand life.. The youngest son of a Lord, he had nothing back in England waiting.. He wanted to cut his own life from this new and dangerous living. He had wanted her to be a lady, have a big home with more glass windows than any other house.. With the grandest of gowns.. He wanted her to have the things he was denied being the youngest of seven... He had wanted..

She stopped, standing still as death as her eyes widened. He wanted so many things for her.... He got them when Thomas...
"No, not possible.." But it was. Brian wanted his daughter to be somebody and just his daughter wasn't good enough. He had often pushed her into marrying that nice young man.. the constable on Pirate Island. Why? Social standing..

"Take over here.." She stepped away and let Thomas's man go back to controlling the ship's movements. She strolled up and down the deck, walking none-to-silently as her mind began to go over all they had said to each other..

Would her own flesh and blood betray her in that way? All for social standards? True he had not been happy to see her running around with Thomas, fishing and sailing.. Nor had Brian liked the idea of her marrying him as she admitted one night she wanted.. He had said she was too young for marriage.. They had argued over that for an hour before she stormed off into the night.. Brian had pushed her to go to finishing school.. To dress like a lady. To stay off his ship and away from the docks. Had she been the one with her head up her ass all this time?

She paced again for another hour. Going over all of it, bringing up all those memories and arguements. She had to have been blind to her father and his temperments not to see a trick for what it was. She pushed that thought away time and time again, but it all came back to that one thing... Brian had lied to her.. He had used the only trick he knew to get her to go to that fancy school.. and she had never questioned it.

Or had he? She groaned, her forehead pressing hard against the railing, her head was starting to hurt as was other things. Thomas denied any knowledge of a wife.. She denied her father saying mean and hateful things about her.. They both denied everything and yet hurtle accusations left and right..

Brian had been friends with all those on the island, even Thomas until she mentioned marrying the young man. Even her and her father fought like cats and dogs. Locking her up, she running away again and again. Yelling matches, her being on his ship when he wasn't around.. The only way she was ever going to get the truth would be to listen to Thomas without instantly jumping on him and accusing.. She couldn't ask her father... "always too late.." she muttered to herself.

Was she better off leaving things the way they were? Probably.. But she could still admit to herself, she cared for him more than she wanted to.. And if she was wrong? Never had Ashley ever felt she was wrong, even now it was a distasteful idea.. But time was running out before they parted ways again.. probably for good.. She deserved an explanation as much as he did.. Since Brian was dead, it left only her to swallow her stubborn pride and ask..

She paced again for a good fifteen minutes before approaching the cabin. The door opened smoothly but creaked. Old ships.. She glanced around, trying to find where Thomas was in the darkness. Her eyes fell on Krysta against the wall on the floor and then to Thomas with his head on the desk.

She approached softly, being careful not to wake Krysta and deal with that mess. She stood next to Thomas a second before she reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. She almost smirked, this was the first time in years she had willingly touched him without thoughts of slapping him or .. back then.. caressing.

"Thomas?" She whispered near his ear. Her hand shook him a little, trying to rouse him from sleep. "Thomas? Wake up..." She wasn't sure how he woke up now, she just hoped it wouldn't be swinging.
"Thomas!" She shook him again her voice urgently whispering for him to wake before Krysta did.. all she needed was the 'kitten' to wake up and start growling. She shook him a little harder, she wasn't going to stop until he woke up.. If she left now, she'd never get the nerve to do this again.

 

[katalynn]

Krysta ~

So many thoughts, so many mixed dreams kept my sleep restless. Times where I didn't know if I was dreaming or if it was real. Many things were happening to fast, faster than I like them to. That first kiss that Thomas gave me in the tavern when he got the map, then that same night Ash came back into his life. Even though it wasn't more than a few days ago, it still hurt to see what she did to him. And now...... now everything has been ripped from under him, I did something I should not have, and Thomas is stuck on the same ship with her. With the one that took it all away from him.

The deeper the dreams, more and more, visions of those two finding some kind of ammend, some explanation as to what happen four years ago. Seeing those two together just brought in more pain. I was always there for Thomas, where was she? When Thomas needed her, and wanted her most. Where was she? No, she was never around, I was. Granted what I did tonight did not justify, wasn't sure how I felt about it. I was always there no matter, I couldn't be here for him tonight, that wasn't my fault. But nothing would justify it.

My own tears is what woke me up, least back to reality. Heard the door creek open, at first kept my close, pretending to be sleeping. Till I heard it was Ash, layed there for a few moments waiting to see if Thomas would wake, he didn't at first. Felt my heart racing with fear, anger, not knowing what will happen between those two. If he decided to get back with her, I will leave for I wouldn't be able to take another trip down that road she paved for him. My words were soft and filled with much sadness when I spoke into the darkness;

"Haven't you done enough damage to him as it? Why can't you just leave him be?"

With that, I stood up and left, not looking at her nor Thomas. It hurt to much, she took everything away from him and she is trying to wake him up. To what? Scream at him more, blame him for things she knows that were her doing?

Walked outside to the open air, tears stung my eyes as I wondered to the nose of the ship, watching the oncoming waves, wind in my face. Staring off into the blacken sea, wishing it would tell me what to do.

 

[poohlive]

As Thomas woke up, he sat there as a distant witness to the little show the two women put on. It seemed like a lot od pain in this room this morning, something Thomas wasn't ready for.
He thought she would at least wait until lunch before she'd start.
"Ashley," He held his hands up, in some sort of defence, "Just don't. Not today. I'm tired. You win. I give up. We're coming to a port in a matter of hours..."
Somewhere, outside, someone called out LAND HO.
"There, you'll be gone, I'll be gone, We'll..."
He looked at her, and then back at his own hands, as if to say something more, but the words just didn't come.
"Go down, get your crew ready. I'll see what kind of supplies I can rustle up for you."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Ashley

She stood there a moment, tempted to tell Krysta where to go but bit back on a retort. She couldn't jump all over Krysta if she had been told the same bullshit as Ash had heard.

She turned back towards the desk to see Thomas trying to ward her off. Well that was a greeting she deserved.

"Thomas, I just need a few minutes of your time." She spoke softly, still trying but would he even listen?

Before he could deny her and flee, she placed herself between him and the door, her look determined.

"Tell me what my Father said to you about me...." She stumbled over her tongue a second and added, "Please?"

Again, with his hands up and his face in a grimace.. she wasn't sure he would even tell her the time of day after what happened in here yesterday.

"My father showed me a marriage annoucement! Thomas please, listen" She blurted out, moving to step in his way so he did not leave the room. Her hands shot up to block in a shrug, "It said you were going to mary some Catherine woman from London.. What did he tell you?" She tried hard to keep her voice down and not get him defensive, but he seemed a little upset and angry she would be in here yet again.

 

[Subo97]

Melvin Morecock

"Ooh, Melvin, yes, yes."

"Shut up, Pete," Melvin said, petting his bird. "How many times I gotta tell ya, a gentleman never tells." He pulled his pipe out of his mouth and spat overboard as he leaned to leeward. "But then again , we ain't gentlemen, is we?"

Melvin licked his moustache and let the memory of his time with Leia linger for a moment before resuming his smoke. Although the tobacco had dried, it left a salty taste. That and rum would be the highest need in the next port. Usually tobacco ran behind women on his list, but his time with Leia had put a new perspective on the sea. She was sleeping now, he finally let her slip into unconciousness, her crisis having seemingly passed. she had always fed her appetites ashore as well, drawing men to her like a moth to a flame. Lucky was the man who got burned.

Things were stirring on deck as the nightwatch ended thier stint. He watched Ashley go into Thomas' cabin and Krysta come out. Those two just needed to learn how to share, Melvin thought. He'd have to remind Thomas about that night in Madagascar.

"Good Lord," he muttered as a deep baritone voice spilled a shanty out of the crows nest. Morning people usually didn't live long on a pirate ship. "go up and poop on him, Pete," Melvin said. "He needs to respect the dead till they start walking again."
He pulled at his trousers. His clothes had dried but the salt was irritating his loins. Nothing to be done 'bout that, least not till the next port. In the meantime Melvin thought, he'd try to cadge a biscuit from the cook and wait for captain's orders.

 

[poohlive]

In his eyes, something flickered, dancing between the pupils back and forth, like an excited child ready for a trip. Thomas stared at her, taking a step back, and clutching something at his chest.
"Just stop,"Tears welled up in his eyes, "Stop, ok. You made your decision long ago. I understand. I don't know what I did, or what you found out at the finishing school, but you must have had a greater revelation than I did. I tried to let it go a long time ago."
Thomas brushed passed her to go to the door. HE stopped, pausing as it held open, cracked.
He didn't want to say that. He wanted to say he had let it go. He wanted to tell her about Krysta, about how his life had gone on, after the letter. How he had tried to find meaning in his life without her.
Did her father really give her a wedding invitation?
How did that explain her letter though? All of her letters? She had written to him so many times.
"I went to your father," Already he cursed under his breat for not walkiing out the door that now stood in front of them both, ajar.
"I went to him with this..." Underneath his tattered still wet clothing, was a necklace, and on this necklace was a simple wedding band.
"I asked him for your hand in marriage. He told me he was delighted about the proposal, but he wanted me to wait a year. He wanted to make sure you got an education, and you could learn some skills before I took you away. I agreed to his wishes, because his blessing was important to me. I would have married you anyway, but I wanted his blessing, I wanted to do it right."
Thomas let the ring fall to his chest, as he breathed in and out.
"I wanted to see you, but your father would let me, but he would let me write. So, I wrote to you, and gave each letter to your father. You wrote back, of course... as you know. Things were fine at first, but, then you..."
Thomas let it go, knowing she knew what had happened. Hell, she had written the letters. She would know it all.
But, this marriage proposal? Where had it come from? Had her father been mistaken? What happened?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Ashley

She was steamed again, and hoping Lucifer was roasting her father thrice over for her! Of all the no-good things he could have ever done to her... This was the lowest!

"I never wrote you from school Thomas." She sighed heavily and leaned against the desk, her fingers pushing on the bridge of her nose outward.
"I never knew of you going to my father, all I seen was the annoucement on parchment paper that came in the weekly Island News. The only marriage it had listed there was yours to some british woman. I left two days later when you failed to show up and explain. So I left to school because..." She looked at her hands, realizing they were tightly clenched together. Releasing her grip on her own hand, she worked some circulation back into them.
"I let my father send me away because I did not want to be here when you married that other woman.. It hurt too badly. But the only one I wrote from school was my Father and then only twice a year..." What did that matter now? Brian had gotten his way, even in death she could hear him laughing.

"Well.. now I know. And I feel like an ass for not seeing it for what it was back then." She could understand his anger, she could only imagine what the letters had said. She didn't even wish to know what they said. "I wouldn't have let him push me off that Island for anything Thomas, you knew that. Nor would I have chosen some cold empty life locked away over you." She had said her peace, probably more than she should have said but it was off of her chest.. She still wished she could face her father down and get the truth from him.
"You know.. on his death bed, he blamed you." She would have laughed if she hadn't felt so betrayed by the ONE man who is always supposed to love you. Damn him and his misplaced sense of right and wrong.

 

[poohlive]

It was a while before Thomas spoke. A good long pause that soaked in the long shadows chasing each other across the planks below them. In a brief moment, flashes of old feelings sparked up in him once more.
And then, he remember her hate, the fire in her own eyes as she had looked at him since then. She had hated him from the very beginning, and he couldn't help but return the favor. Maybe they were just destined to hate instead of love.
Thomas took off the ring from around his neck, putting it in her palm.
"You can probably buy a decent ship with that. It'll help you get started, at least."
He called to a man, and asked how long it would be. Land was another hours or so away, but they were making great time not the the wind was finally changing. The storm was gone now, and things would be back to normal.
At least, Thomas hoped.
"Krysta," He paused after the word, letting it hold weight in the room around them, "She was afraid of you. I was afraid of you too. Not that you would kill us, but that... you'd... "
Without finishing it, they both knew what it meant.
"I promised her I wouldn't hurt her."