Post by Chief Baliff Ealora on Sept 13, 2008 22:38:52 GMT -6
"Ouch! Jesu Cap'n" Taylor winced as the wrapping went around his severed fingers.
Ealora shifted on the cargo box as she tucked the end of the dressing in. Celadon raised to meet the eyes of her second then fell downward. to his hand. Letting loose a sigh, she patted at his leg to let him know she was done. She hadn't spoken a word since screaming on deck. The crew were all uneasy, she was usually in good spirits after a battle well fought and won. Perhaps they understood why but her face hadn't even flinched as her wounds were tended. Her back cleaned and a dressing wrapped to keep the dirt from infecting it. Her arm had needed stitches and she hadn't even cried out once. Nor did she say a word as they gave their fallen men back to the sea they had devoted their life too. It was as if she were the calm before the storm and each one wondered which one of them would be the one to bring on the torrent of her rage. Taylor lifted off the adjoining cargo box without a word and headed into the group of men tending to wounds and missing limbs. Celadon eyes lifted as another from sat down from across her.
Sam smiled meekly, the deep gash upon his face had dried a bit but with the smile a trickle of blood began to trail down his cheek once more. Ripping off a piece of a shirt used as gaze, she tipped a bottle of whiskey onto the rag and brought a hand up to tip his face to the side. Raising the rag, she pressed it against the wound and held it as Sam hissed and spouted unsavory words into the hold. She was careful to wipe away the dried blood away from the wound.
"Does it need stitches?" He asked with a hiss at the stinging.
Ealora gave a nod of her head and handed the cloth over to his hand then raised it to press on the wound as she went to work in threading a needle with twine.
"Ealora.."Sam spoke softly"I'm so sorry."
Celadon eyes lifted to Sam, warning him not to say another word on the matter. Shifting back on the box, she patted her lap. Sam immediately turned and lay his head upon her leg, his wound winking up at her. Using two fingers, she pressed the wound closed before starting in at stitching the wound up. Lazily she counted the stitches as she worked, the groans of her first drowned out by her counting and thoughts. One...two....My son....three....four...the only good thing I've ever brought this world...five....six...the only good thing about me....seven....eight....is dead....nine....ten....my son....eleven....twelve...is dead. Her hand shook as she fought to complete the task at hand. He'd been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. His lusty cry to the world matched his mothers temper as he screamed his arrival into the world. She had held him, softened completely by the tiny bundle within her arms. She had done the hardest thing she had ever done when she passed him to Sam and told him to get the child away from her, as much as it killed her, she had told him to find him a good home. He would not of survived on a ship. She could not do her job with a child on the ship, her child. She cried for perhaps the second time in her life when Sam disappeared out the door with her son. She had never seen him again, now she never would. Twenty. She closed up the last stitch and knotted it before leaning down to bite it off after the knot.
"Cap'n?"Taylor's voice cut off her thoughts.
Ealora head lifted as she patted the whiskey stained cloth at Sam's face to soak up the blood that had formed while attending the wound. There was a tense standoff, Captain to second and Taylor for a moment looked as if he were going to shrink away like a badly behaved pup.
"What are your orders?"He'd ask of her, his voice eerily soft.
Don't pity me. Her eyes seemed to scream back at him as her jaw worked from side to side, grinding her teeth together. Damn it, don't look at me! She wanted to scream, don't pity me! Patting Sam's shoulder, she waited till the mans head was out of her lap to rise. Her back screamed in protest and she bit into her tongue to keep from letting out a yelp at the pain.
"Set the ship due west. We're not far from the Indies but he'll of made for the island of paradise point."Finally she spoke but her words were still icy, slicing into the men who shuddered. She was the storm ready to rage. They could only hope the next battle would slake her rage instead of it being lashed upon them. Her heart lurched within her chest. Not only would she confront the bastard at Paradise Point, she would be able to finally put to rest what Vola had said, she would be able to see if the woman was lying or not. There could still be hope. Her head turned left then right, watching the men who watched her. Her jaw tightened in irritation.
"What the hell are you gawking at? Get to work!"
The boards groaned and shuffled under the weight of the men as they scrambled out of Ealora sight and rage. Only Taylor and Sam dared to stay.
"Ealora those people...their not part of this.."Sam spoke from his perch on the crate.
"Some of the men can't weather another battle. Perhaps we should head back to Skye, let them see a healer and wait till their better to do this.."Came the voice of Taylor behind him.
Ealora moved to clean up the bloody rags and stop the bottle of whiskey. Her fingers tightening, fingers curling upon bloody rags in one, the whiskey bottle in the other.In one swift motion she turned and flung the bottle at the opposite wall. The bottle smashed against the unforgiving wood, amber liquid sprayed and slid down the wall.
"If you two don't want to follow my orders, then get the hell off my ship"Icy words sprouted from her mouth as celadon eyes slid to one then the other. "Jump right over the railing and swim for all your worth. Hope to god you make land before the blood of your wounds attracts the sharks and don't think for one minute I'll rescue your sorry asses from their grasp."
Two mouths gapped open at her. The rage within her couldn't be contained. She shook as she glared at the two men, yes she wanted to kill them, she wanted to make them hurt as much as she was hurting.
"Play time is over gentlemen. I'm done. Give an inch and people take a yard. It's never about giving, its about taking. If I have to suffer more innocent blood on my hands, then so be it. I'll be damned to wait, if these men aren't going to survive it then so be it, more blood for my hands. I'll bath in the crimson liquid, but don't...do not try to stall me, do not try to sooth me and don't..."She paused and slid a gaze between them once more.
"Don't talk to me for the remainder of this voyage. To hell with the both of you..."Clutching the bloody rags within her hand she waved a hand at the stairs"Now go do your jobs or get the hell off my ship.."
Ealora shifted on the cargo box as she tucked the end of the dressing in. Celadon raised to meet the eyes of her second then fell downward. to his hand. Letting loose a sigh, she patted at his leg to let him know she was done. She hadn't spoken a word since screaming on deck. The crew were all uneasy, she was usually in good spirits after a battle well fought and won. Perhaps they understood why but her face hadn't even flinched as her wounds were tended. Her back cleaned and a dressing wrapped to keep the dirt from infecting it. Her arm had needed stitches and she hadn't even cried out once. Nor did she say a word as they gave their fallen men back to the sea they had devoted their life too. It was as if she were the calm before the storm and each one wondered which one of them would be the one to bring on the torrent of her rage. Taylor lifted off the adjoining cargo box without a word and headed into the group of men tending to wounds and missing limbs. Celadon eyes lifted as another from sat down from across her.
Sam smiled meekly, the deep gash upon his face had dried a bit but with the smile a trickle of blood began to trail down his cheek once more. Ripping off a piece of a shirt used as gaze, she tipped a bottle of whiskey onto the rag and brought a hand up to tip his face to the side. Raising the rag, she pressed it against the wound and held it as Sam hissed and spouted unsavory words into the hold. She was careful to wipe away the dried blood away from the wound.
"Does it need stitches?" He asked with a hiss at the stinging.
Ealora gave a nod of her head and handed the cloth over to his hand then raised it to press on the wound as she went to work in threading a needle with twine.
"Ealora.."Sam spoke softly"I'm so sorry."
Celadon eyes lifted to Sam, warning him not to say another word on the matter. Shifting back on the box, she patted her lap. Sam immediately turned and lay his head upon her leg, his wound winking up at her. Using two fingers, she pressed the wound closed before starting in at stitching the wound up. Lazily she counted the stitches as she worked, the groans of her first drowned out by her counting and thoughts. One...two....My son....three....four...the only good thing I've ever brought this world...five....six...the only good thing about me....seven....eight....is dead....nine....ten....my son....eleven....twelve...is dead. Her hand shook as she fought to complete the task at hand. He'd been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. His lusty cry to the world matched his mothers temper as he screamed his arrival into the world. She had held him, softened completely by the tiny bundle within her arms. She had done the hardest thing she had ever done when she passed him to Sam and told him to get the child away from her, as much as it killed her, she had told him to find him a good home. He would not of survived on a ship. She could not do her job with a child on the ship, her child. She cried for perhaps the second time in her life when Sam disappeared out the door with her son. She had never seen him again, now she never would. Twenty. She closed up the last stitch and knotted it before leaning down to bite it off after the knot.
"Cap'n?"Taylor's voice cut off her thoughts.
Ealora head lifted as she patted the whiskey stained cloth at Sam's face to soak up the blood that had formed while attending the wound. There was a tense standoff, Captain to second and Taylor for a moment looked as if he were going to shrink away like a badly behaved pup.
"What are your orders?"He'd ask of her, his voice eerily soft.
Don't pity me. Her eyes seemed to scream back at him as her jaw worked from side to side, grinding her teeth together. Damn it, don't look at me! She wanted to scream, don't pity me! Patting Sam's shoulder, she waited till the mans head was out of her lap to rise. Her back screamed in protest and she bit into her tongue to keep from letting out a yelp at the pain.
"Set the ship due west. We're not far from the Indies but he'll of made for the island of paradise point."Finally she spoke but her words were still icy, slicing into the men who shuddered. She was the storm ready to rage. They could only hope the next battle would slake her rage instead of it being lashed upon them. Her heart lurched within her chest. Not only would she confront the bastard at Paradise Point, she would be able to finally put to rest what Vola had said, she would be able to see if the woman was lying or not. There could still be hope. Her head turned left then right, watching the men who watched her. Her jaw tightened in irritation.
"What the hell are you gawking at? Get to work!"
The boards groaned and shuffled under the weight of the men as they scrambled out of Ealora sight and rage. Only Taylor and Sam dared to stay.
"Ealora those people...their not part of this.."Sam spoke from his perch on the crate.
"Some of the men can't weather another battle. Perhaps we should head back to Skye, let them see a healer and wait till their better to do this.."Came the voice of Taylor behind him.
Ealora moved to clean up the bloody rags and stop the bottle of whiskey. Her fingers tightening, fingers curling upon bloody rags in one, the whiskey bottle in the other.In one swift motion she turned and flung the bottle at the opposite wall. The bottle smashed against the unforgiving wood, amber liquid sprayed and slid down the wall.
"If you two don't want to follow my orders, then get the hell off my ship"Icy words sprouted from her mouth as celadon eyes slid to one then the other. "Jump right over the railing and swim for all your worth. Hope to god you make land before the blood of your wounds attracts the sharks and don't think for one minute I'll rescue your sorry asses from their grasp."
Two mouths gapped open at her. The rage within her couldn't be contained. She shook as she glared at the two men, yes she wanted to kill them, she wanted to make them hurt as much as she was hurting.
"Play time is over gentlemen. I'm done. Give an inch and people take a yard. It's never about giving, its about taking. If I have to suffer more innocent blood on my hands, then so be it. I'll be damned to wait, if these men aren't going to survive it then so be it, more blood for my hands. I'll bath in the crimson liquid, but don't...do not try to stall me, do not try to sooth me and don't..."She paused and slid a gaze between them once more.
"Don't talk to me for the remainder of this voyage. To hell with the both of you..."Clutching the bloody rags within her hand she waved a hand at the stairs"Now go do your jobs or get the hell off my ship.."