Nautilus

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Chapter 13-Awaken

The entire deck fell quiet. “Don’t speak so foully of her! Ye don’t know what can happen.”

Selene looked between the two. They referred to that woman. Her eyes slightly narrowed. .

“Calypso put us all in this mess first!”

“She’s a goddess, she’s the sea; of course she can bloody well do as she pleases!”

Clanker waved to Selene. “And look what we have here? This is all the proof I need that Calypso is not powerful.”

It was the same woman; the false god who had been left too far alone and had let the power go to her head. She called herself a goddess of the seas now though she had remained trapped in mortal form for some time.

Much too enthralled into the argument most had not noticed Selene clenched. The more they talked about this woman, the tenser she became. Perhaps the drinks had finally started to take effect on her as were the human emotions that had come with the human body. Hate was too strong a word to use for the goddess, much too harsh, and against an angel’s nature. Dislike was not too far-off. The only feeling was a deep, harsh cut running right deep down inside her.

“More drinks?”

And so, the drinking went on, argument forgotten save for Selene.

Most crew had now slumped against the deck, exhausted from the stunts and excitement.The hardheaded and determined ones were still awake. She still had a few more bottles to go yet.

Jimmylegs wanted to see her drop.

Selene calmly continued to drink her bottle. After the tenth bottle, the rum had finally started to kick in. Clanker, the poor man, had started to wobble around the bench.

Jimmylegs looked like he had seen the worst image of his life. Koleniko managed to still stare, although glassy-eyed, at the wench.

Selene rested one hand on the bench, fingers gripped into the wood. The air became warm and thick. The warm sensation was foreign to her as she had not yet experienced this feeling. Her skin had not thrummed with life with a warm, vigorous pace even though a heart pulsed beneath her chest.

The only piece of clothing she had salvaged from her meeting with the dear Captain had been the corset. That lacy and tight fitted piece of clothing delighted the eyes of men who had not seen as much flesh in these decades of servitude.

Clanker’s eyes immediately caught sight of the change in atmosphere and he stared until his eyes started to water. Koleniko shot him a warning glare and elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ow, mate, watch the spines!”

When Selene bent over a bit further, the temptation made it to great to resist any longer and Clanker lunged forward. Selene caught his hand and Bill, Koleniko, and even Jimmylegs tensed and waited for a further reaction. Suddenly, Clanker fell over to the floor, passed out. All regarded the toppled over onto the floor and then the bent over angel on the bench.

“Bill, you best get back to the brig. I can handle this on my own.”

Bill bit back a comment, but nodded and hustled below. All he need was the Captain to have realized his change of accommodations and only the Captain knew himself the punishment suitable for the escaped traitor.

What they all did not know was a certain first mate had witnessed it all and had made his way to the Captain’s Cabin.


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“What is this?!” An accented voice boomed across the deck, clearly agitated and annoyed. At the view he currently stood from, most of his crew laid haphazardly all over the deck, either asleep or passed out. The ones who had not engaged had been either scared or too loyal to have tried such a bold move to drink beyond recognition still at their stations.

He moved with a warned grace, and edged forwards from the stairs that led to the lower deck, his intent to harm clearly obvious in his eyes. Only one could have been as bold.

“A game of Liar’s Dice is all it was. Since I lost, I was required to drink as many bottles as I could.”

What was this? She is 'drunk'? That had not satisfied nor tamed his quick mood. “That is not a good enough answer, wench.” He strode closer to her. “I know your wit is not good enough to have come up with this on your own. Name him who put this act of keelhauled act together!”

Selene might have had the chance to answer him, if her body had been able to overhaul all the liquor inside. Eyes closed with silent agony, she leaned on one hand then succumbed to unconsciousness altogether.

There was no noise to the floor that signaled her body fell onto it, as it had never in the first place. He had not thought of his action, only reached out to save her from the fall, as if by instinct. Now he had her small frame clenched in his claw. His eyes darted out and looked at the two men who stared back then each looked away quickly. Lips set in a determined line, he lifted her up and rested her body over his shoulder. He released her from his clasp and simply held her up with the same arm, claw tucked nicely under thighs.

Her black hair fanned out over his shoulder as he turned abruptly and he headed with a frantic pace back to his cabin, Maccus followed shortly behind. “What of the crew?”

Jones did not slow his pace. “You know what to do with them. Not a word of this is to be said, understand-uh?”

“A-aye, Captain.”


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Within his own chamber once more, he granted himself a silent sigh as he made his way to his only known perch: the organ bench. Now, what to do with the troublemaker? If she had regained consciousness, a good scolding would have pleased him. Still, she remained as silent as the dead. Why he felt not uncomfortable as he rearranged her position should have startled him. It might be she had always been so unpredictable since her first time aboard the Dutchmen frighteningly worse still he had frown used to it.

With a slightly frustrated movement, he removed her from his shoulder and opted to rest her in his arms. He spooned her against him, almost akin to a doll. How he did not want to part from her was also strange, maybe because she started to remind him of Calypso, with her flighty nature, but only justly so. It was more what she did rather than how she did them was the only thing in common. Selene was much more calm and peaceful than the colossal tempest Calypso had proven to be. He had yet to fully experience Selene at her angry mood and if it ever happened, he assumed could be much worse having an angel angry than a “goddess”.

No breaths of air came from her lips and the strange sensation of having a working heart mystified him. He felt she had hidden something from his first questioning of her, and when she would ever tell him or anyone was only a matter of time. She had a heartbeat, but let out no breaths of air, no blood pulsed beneath her pale skin, no warmth radiated from her body. The heart served a purpose foreign to him.

He reached down with one tentacle and pushed a large lock of hair away from her face. He shivered at the cold contact between his warmth and her cold. She viewed dead had it not been a rosy human blush on her cheeks.

He adjusted her weight unconsciously, giving him a clearer view of her face. His shoulders slumped as he relaxed; her presence unknowingly soothed his angered mind.

He had become more at ease around her, and the more he did the more he understood her nature and her personality. When he thought of Calypso and now Selene and how Calypso had led him to believe she was a goddess, Selene had stamped the seal of belief around it. Why he wanted to remain angry, wanted to remain alone, and wanted the cruelty.

Only about an hour had passed, but she remained aloof to the outside world and sought to stay away from it.

Finally, reality tugged at her beneath heavy lidded eyes and silver eyes flickered open softly. She immediately placed one hand on his chest and another against the arm that held her close to him. She tried to move from her perch, but he had a good grip on her.

“For once, you are not getting away.”

Selene rested against the arm.

“That game was not your idea yet you still played it. Why were you there?”

Selene hesitated on answering him. She tested to see if he would react badly to her. “I was challenged. I wanted to show them I meant no harm. How else can I get them to have accepted me?”

Uncomfortable, she again tried to move away but his hand clasped firmly on her waist and prevented any more movement. “Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to be away from me.”

Davy pondered her words. “I do not have any idea to why I kept coming to you. I am pulled to you.” ‘Even if I wanted nothing to do with you something stopped me and you pulled me to you, woman or angel.’

“I only tried to help. You will not be able to run a ship if I caused trouble aboard. An event comes now, something even I will not be able to protect you from.”

Davy blinked at her and tilted his head in awe. ‘Protect me? Wait . . . have I not heard those words before?’ The last dream he had . . . that woman had voiced those same words! “You . . . it has been you all along! You are the same . . .” His voice trailed off as words were too foreign for him to speak.

It had been her; the same person who had warned him of Calypso and her traitorous ways and had the one who had appeared in that exotic dream. Mixed emotions slipped into his mind.

“I tried to warn you. I sincerely wanted you to be happy and loved. Not to end up a shell of a man, caged inside with hatred and disgusted with the world for the troubles it has caused you.” Selene turned her head away. “I watched you fall, Jones, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I did the only thing I could.”

She closed her eyes and clenched her hand, frustrated at her incapability to understand why the knowledge she sought had been held from her. There was more to remember, she understood that part. It was as if she remembered the memory of it though not the facts themselves. She missed something . . .

Jones, however, felt strangely different about her proclamation. He grunted at her frustration and moved his head in a begrudged manner, as if he had just admitted he wronged her and not the other way around. “At least . . . you cared-uh.”

Cared? ‘I more than cared for you . . .’

Jones did not even think as he reached for her, all he fed off was someone was there; real and in front of him. He needed only her. The thoughts he had ignored since she arrived, he no longer ignored. He needed someone to hold on to. And if the ache in his chest served as the pinnacle for the pain than perhaps if he sipped the source the ache could stop.

With one tentative hand, he pulled her face closer, tentacles brushed the wisps of air away.

Wide-eyed, Selene gripped the arms that held her to him yet there was nothing in her power she could do to stop him. He was doing this of his own free will. She was just along for the ride. “You need to stop . . .”

Lips pouted, Davy snorted, agitated that she asked him to stop now. “And why do you ask now?”

Oh, how her heart ached to tell him! “If you knew what you were getting into, you would stop.”

A devilish grin crossed his lips and he leaned in closer. “I do not feel like it. If I stopped, I would only have sought you out later.” The grin disappeared. “I needed this.”

The space between angel and devil closed, and the man took the woman like a man lost at sea does when he has been found; he rejoiced. He closed his eyes and his lips met silken coral; he hungrily chewed on the flesh and not cared if her skin radiated no warmth. He cared only that someone had clung onto him; someone had cared for what he had wanted.

As he nipped at her lips and grunted as she complied, his body pressed against her frame. Tentacles writhed forwards and grasped at anything they could grab, hair skin, he wanted to feel it all.


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End of Chapter 13