Child's Play- Chapter 16- Spin The Bottle by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play- Chapter 16- Spin The Bottle
Chapter 16- Spin The Bottle
~Amelia Jones~
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'
Child's Play-Chapter 15-Ghost In The Graveyard by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play-Chapter 15-Ghost In The Graveyard
Chapter 15- Ghost In The Graveyard
~Amelia Jones~
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 un
Child's Play- Chapter 14- Monopoly by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play- Chapter 14- Monopoly
Chapter 14- Monopoly
~Amelia Jones~
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.
Child's Play-Chapter 13 - Dominoes by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play-Chapter 13 - Dominoes
Chapter 13 - Dominoes
~Amelia Jones~
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."
"Nuh-uh!"
"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!
"Ohmigodshuddup!"
~Arthur Kirkland~
The brilliant
Child's Play-Chapter 12 - Guess Who by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play-Chapter 12 - Guess Who
Chapter 12 - Guess Who
~Arthur Kirkland~
It took only a few days to reach the western port of Victoria. I expected Amelia to find comfort in the solid ground we descended onto. But her behavior was quite contrary to my expectation.
As she set foot on the docks, her blue eyes scanned the surroundings back and forth in a nervous, slightly expectant manner.
The crew parted from us soon after we docked in search of a pub to spend the Frenchman's plunder.
Trousers were easy to find, though many of the shirts fit her rather awkwardly, and my saying her chest was to blame resulted in a painfully forceful smack to the back of my head. Not to men
Child's Play- Chapter Eleven- Trading Game by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play- Chapter Eleven- Trading Game
Trading 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 Joker by Sydneyla, literature
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Child's Play- Chapter Ten- The Joker
Child'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 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