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We ported in some small coastal town in Northern Canada, the name of which escapes me, (and the attentions of the earth). According to Arthur, we were porting here to escape the watchful eye of an alert public. After a few days, we'd head south and make way to Europe by route of the pacific,round Africa, and around the Iberian peninsula.
As the crew dropped the anchor, I stood beside the wheel, cold and disheartened, having declined any offer to wear Arthur's coat, after noting the similarities it held to the one I knew the ghost had owned. "Where'd you get your coat?"
"I didn't steal it. If tha' be's what yer askin'. Not...exac'ly, anyhow."
"How not, then?"
"Was me fa'ers. One o' the la'ies a' the- one o' the ladies stich'ed it up fer me. Feather on me hat was his too, bu' the hat i'self is me very own, and did never belongs ta anyone bu' meself."
"Oh." I grew quiet once more at this affirmation of my beliefs.
"Had yer tongue pruned, B'd? Yer
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Like the idiot he is, he chuckled at me as I swatted his arm. His eyes held a strange warmth, and when I looked away, the chill ripped through me violently, as a bullet, sent from an unseen shooter. An invisible sniper, one whose image would undoubtedly evade most people's vision. A ghost. I knew it without a doubt, and the revelation morphed into an instantaneous need for human connection, causing me to clutch Arthur's arm, not daring to cope alone.
"Somefin ailin' ye, pigeon?"
"No..." My voice was a gentle murmur. I'd grown up a rather observant child. Matthew liked hiding, and he was unfathomably good at it, and such, I became accustomed to notice the acute, making me more susceptible to be one of the few who could see into the realm of the dead.
And it terrified me beyond comprehension.
"Amy?" Matthew's blue eyes found mine the moment Arthur growled, ordering me back into the cabin.
"N-no! Please! Please don't ma
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Everything after the impact was a disorienting compilation of blurred generalization and starkly clear details, preserved in a crisp focus as I recall them.
Having noted the event, Jack and some other crew member speaking in a soft tone (I didn't recognize him in my unobservant haze) intervened in the unfolding affair.
Captain preoccupying his chambers, it seemed Jack had no defined place to really take me, and settled on the kitchen, as anyone still awake would be elsewhere at the present time.
"Yew a'right, missy?" His voice held that strange bouncing quality it carried before. I couldn't place it.
He nodded "An' Arthur?"
"I'm not sure." The painfully confounded look in his eyes, an ever expansive foresty green, lurking behind the slightest of shadows or depths within resurfaced in my mind.
"I figured." My expectant look egged him on. "Yew're an unknown, an' he be not so comf't'rble wif those."
"He should probably amend that."
Jack wet his
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I jumped away from Arthur who sighed with a resigned frown.
"IT ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!"
"It looks like you were kissing him..."
"I... Well, I was, but... I mean, I wasn't, he was kissing me! And, uh, I didn't really
kiss him back at all or anything mostly!"
"Aye, ye did."
"I don't get it, is this like... One giant kink?"
"WHAT?! No! No! Nonono! EW! Matt!"
"You were kissing him, okay! How am I supposed to know?"
"I's definitely a gian' kink." The smirk on his lips made me want to smack him. No! Shit. Not... Not like that!
The brilliant hue of red painting her cheeks was a color I was fairly certain could be classified as unprecedented. Something whirring in her mind made the blood rush to her face and at that moment, I would have payed a good fortune to have know what that was.
"I-it's not like that!"
"Bu' I' is."
"I swear to the same ever loving Lord who damns you to Hell that if you sa