Word Count: 18,006
Summary of Events:
After a longer wait than she'd expected Bethania finally got an audience with her father and argued with him until he had her hauled out of the room. Quique, trying not to think of his hunger, decided he'd go for a walk on the deck until he discovered that Captain Sly was reneging on his end of the bargain; Quique managed to talk his crewmates onto his side and they made Captain Sly suffer a three-week fast, and make a blood pledge that he wouldn't renege on his word again . . .
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"Taking up the lid, Gifford closed the vial and held it out to Quique.
Quique glanced down at the crutches supporting him, and then up at Gifford.
"Where shall I take it?" Gifford asked, looking irritable.
"To my hammock, I guess," Quique replied.
"It'll spill," Gifford said. "And that invalidates the pledge."
"Well, where would you suggest I put it then?" Quique asked.
"Some sort of secure compartment," Gifford replied.
"Where do you think I'd find one?" Quique asked.
"I don't know," Gifford replied.
"Here," Lenox said. "I'll take it, let's go find something."
Quique followed Lenox, who'd taken the vial from Gifford, and headed toward the sleeping quarters.
"Do you think it should be hidden somewhere secret?" Quique asked.
"Yes," Lenox replied. "If Captain Sly were to find it he'd probably spill the blood to invalidate the pledge so that he wouldn't have to be nice to you any more."
Quique nodded.
"Hold it for a moment," Lenox said.
Quique took the vial and waited as Lenox lit the lantern.
"Things sure seem to be moving now," Lenox said.
Quique nodded as Lenox took the vial back.
The two of them scanned the room. There wasn't much of anywhere that anything could be stored, where it wouldn't potentially fall over and break or spill — at least, in the case of the vial.
"This might be kind of hard," Lenox said.
"That's what I'm thinking," Quique replied. "Although part of me doesn't feel like it'd be safe here either."
"So what do you think?" Lenox asked.
Quique gathered his lips. "Where's somewhere that I don't usually go?"
Lenox shifted his jaw forward, his lips gathered, as he thought.
"If you think of it don't say it aloud," Quique whispered.
Lenox furrowed his brow." Why?"
"So that nobody finds it because it's a secret," Quique whispered.
Lenox nodded and beckoned to Quique, before reaching for the light.
Quique shook his head. "Otherwise they'll know where we are."
Lenox nodded again and Quique followed him as they moved through the darkness of the hold.
If it weren't for the heaving of the ship and the creaking that caused Quique would've wished that he didn't have crutches, but he hoped that the groaning of the ships timbers and the pitching and rolling of the vessel would keep people distracted from the thud of his crutches.
Eventually, though, the darkness forced him to abandon his crutches so that he could feel his way along the wall. He did hold onto them in one hand, while using the other one that rested on the wall to support his weight and keep it off of his foot.
He couldn't see Lenox in front of him and desperately hoped that he wouldn't run into him.
"Stop," he heard a hiss.
Quique obliged. He heard a clink of glass on wood, and then a wood on wood sound.
"Go back," Lenox hissed.
Carefully turning around — mainly so as to keep his crutches from striking the wall — Quique started back the way he'd come and returned to the galley area, where few men remained."
"I don't know," Gifford replied.
"Here," Lenox said. "I'll take it, let's go find something."
Quique followed Lenox, who'd taken the vial from Gifford, and headed toward the sleeping quarters.
"Do you think it should be hidden somewhere secret?" Quique asked.
"Yes," Lenox replied. "If Captain Sly were to find it he'd probably spill the blood to invalidate the pledge so that he wouldn't have to be nice to you any more."
Quique nodded.
"Hold it for a moment," Lenox said.
Quique took the vial and waited as Lenox lit the lantern.
"Things sure seem to be moving now," Lenox said.
Quique nodded as Lenox took the vial back.
The two of them scanned the room. There wasn't much of anywhere that anything could be stored, where it wouldn't potentially fall over and break or spill — at least, in the case of the vial.
"This might be kind of hard," Lenox said.
"That's what I'm thinking," Quique replied. "Although part of me doesn't feel like it'd be safe here either."
"So what do you think?" Lenox asked.
Quique gathered his lips. "Where's somewhere that I don't usually go?"
Lenox shifted his jaw forward, his lips gathered, as he thought.
"If you think of it don't say it aloud," Quique whispered.
Lenox furrowed his brow." Why?"
"So that nobody finds it because it's a secret," Quique whispered.
Lenox nodded and beckoned to Quique, before reaching for the light.
Quique shook his head. "Otherwise they'll know where we are."
Lenox nodded again and Quique followed him as they moved through the darkness of the hold.
If it weren't for the heaving of the ship and the creaking that caused Quique would've wished that he didn't have crutches, but he hoped that the groaning of the ships timbers and the pitching and rolling of the vessel would keep people distracted from the thud of his crutches.
Eventually, though, the darkness forced him to abandon his crutches so that he could feel his way along the wall. He did hold onto them in one hand, while using the other one that rested on the wall to support his weight and keep it off of his foot.
He couldn't see Lenox in front of him and desperately hoped that he wouldn't run into him.
"Stop," he heard a hiss.
Quique obliged. He heard a clink of glass on wood, and then a wood on wood sound.
"Go back," Lenox hissed.
Carefully turning around — mainly so as to keep his crutches from striking the wall — Quique started back the way he'd come and returned to the galley area, where few men remained."
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