06-10-2016, 02:03 AM
Clark promptly left her after, standing alongside another member of his crew who refused to drink the watered down ale they brought back. Sedgewick motioned towards his room, giving the captain a little nudge and a wink. He rolled his eyes and told him to lighten up on the sails as it started to get dark pretty quickly. No use in them going at such a fast pace in the cool night air. It was still a celebratory time, even though he mostly felt otherwise.
After a sizeable time has passed, he knocked on the door and entered. Clark saw the princess in just her shift on his bed. He thought that she would object to sleeping in a man's bed, unmarried, but he figured that she was incredibly tired. Gone through a whole lot that day. He called in to some of his crew to clear out the food from the table, hoping that the cook would continue with this lavish eating before they were subjected to their usual fare. Some of the men looked over at the bed and at the sleeping princess but kept their comments to themselves when Clark glared at them, his eyes seemed devoid of any feeling.
Once they were left alone, he simply took off his outer jacket and laid it on a chair. He didn't have much clothes to change out of, and he usually slept alone on a bed unless they were at port. Clark neared his bed, still a bit bothered by the fact that he had a girl in his bed, one he couldn't really have fun with. He looked over her small body, and how the ringlets still framed her face. Very soft and supple, much unlike the women he touched. Shaking his head, he left the room to check on the ship. The other members of the crew were readying themselves to get back to their cabins, a little more than a few of them drunk. Those who stayed up appreciated Clark's diligence, who sometimes stayed up with them most nights.
He couldn't remember the last time he's had a good night's sleep.
Ariel got back in Gerard's cabin, only to see him sweating. She frowned and placed a cold hand on his warm and damp forehead. Damn. A fever. She instinctively bit the inside of her mouth, trying to work out what she could do to reduce the fever. She could make him sweat more, letting the heat run its course. From the chest, she picked out cayenne pepper and broke off a piece of a ginger root. She peeked outside the door and called for Davey, eliciting looks from other pirates who now realized that there were a couple of girls on board. Terribly bad luck for pirate ships.
She told him to place the two ingredients in boiling water and to get it back to her in a large mug preferably. Ariel quelled the worried look on Davey's face by telling him that what this would make would make Gerard feel a whole lot better. If it helped, they would be putting in the ingredients, not her. After she closed the door, she went back to tend to Gerard. She frowned as he tried to get his shoes off. "Stop that," she quickly took his boots off, seeing that he would rather mess around than stay still. "Your stitches went undone because you refused to listen to me." Now she knew how frustrated doctors got when their patients do the opposite of what they tell them to do.
Ariel reached for more string and a needle, and after telling him one more time to stay still, took the fraying string from his chest and pierced his skin again, making sure that the sewing was more secure this time. All she had to do afterward was take a new roll of bandages to wrap around him, and then she was basically done. If he would listen to her, that is.
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