Child's Play- Chapter Eleven- Trading GameTrading Game~Amelia Jones~Feli's pasta was amazing. For food made on a ship, it quarreled with Sally's burgers for the title of the best thing I'd ever eaten."Ve~ Bella~ Did you like it?""Yeah. It's awesome.""Ve~ Grazi Amelia~"I laughed softly at the gentle roll that he put on my name. It took a moment for me to notice the steady forest green gaze set on me, it's origin being set under an all too familiar pair of bushy eyebrows."What?""Nothin'." He looked to his plate, obviously distracted by some thought whirling about his probably largely empty mind."What are you, eight?""Yer the one who's too afraid to kiss someone.""
Child's Play- Chapter Ten- The JokerChild's Play~Iain Kirkland~The whole demeanor of the ship had changed. It was a dangerous intensity, festering and building. I breathed it in, enthralled by the subtle chaos creaking in the boards we stood on. I was keeping watch, making sure the boys did their work.And debating how to incorporate the newest addition to the plot into my plan. The crew trusted me enough already. The kindling was set, the logs placed strategically to roar into an unstoppable blaze with the kiss of a spark. And that was the last thing I needed. A spark. And luckily for me, my little brother had provided the perfect match to bring the fire of mutiny to light
Child's Play- The GameChild's Play- "The Game"~Amelia Jones~Waking up the next morning was a strange and confounding experience. The first thing I noted was the softness underneath me, and the smell around me. It reminded me of Arthur, a purer scent, the sting of alcohol tainting it less then it had previously, allowing the salty, harshness of it surface, though a third layer hid beneath the brine of the second. It was still crisp, a bitter yet vulnerable odor, much like mint. There was also citrus, not uncommon for sailors to smell of, due to the ingestion of lemons to prevent Scurvy. The combination was nothing like that of the molding prison I'd been previo
Child's Play- The Name GameChild's Play- The Name Game~Amelia Jones~By the time Arthur's wounds were wrapped, night had descended upon The Empirical like a shroud to keep "her" (Arthur insisted that /The Empirical/ not be referred to as it) warm in the chill surrounding her, and the waves below rocked the ship back and forth with the soft crashing lullaby the resounding noise sang.At least, that's how Arthur would have it described. I found it nearly nauseating. There wasn't much space to roam, and of this confined area, not one square centimeter was free of the smell of the salt water and harsh sea air. According to the captain, today was going to be just sim
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