07-08-2016, 04:25 AM
Clark gave the both of them a short nod, his fears quelled for now. He noted that they were probably closer than he figured for just a few hours in a room. He guessed that being so close to death could make a person do anything. At that thought, he made a few rounds around the ship, calling for dinner before he went back to his cabin. He stopped at the door. Where was...
Clark ran over, fear tingeing his voice as he asked her what she was doing. The ship was dangerous while it moved on the water, and sitting out the porthole so close to it could make anyone stumble out. What if she was still drunk? Without another word, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in, tumbling back to the edge of his bed. They were both on the ground, almost cradling her between his legs. "If you wanted some air, you should have asked me," he said, his voice stern.
Ariel couldn't help but squeeze Gerard's hand, maybe she could transfer some of her strength to him. He needed it more anyway. She looked up at the captain and got a good look at him, giving him a wry smile. She wondered if she should ask if she could look after the princess in the mean time but she could feel the fatigue crawl up her muscles. An uncomfortable feeling. She leaned her head on the cot and started to doze off, not minding her position or the fact that the captain was pretty much there. Once he left, she adjusted herself so that her back leaned on the cot and started to nod off.
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