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The bubbling water turned from cloudy to a sickly green. It brought to Lloyd's mind the phlegm his late grandmother had coughed up when her lungs were slowly filling with fluid and infection. The only difference was it lacked streaks of red.The woman stirred it carefully, not phased by the colour, or by the harsh smell that stung Lloyd's nostrils as he breathed. He glanced at Nathaniel who was looking away, a slight frown of discomfort blighting his features. Whether that was the smell or the entire situation, Lloyd didn't know."You must allow this to ferment. Do not open it until the colours separate, even then, do not open it until you need." The woman said solemnly. "Something will be attracted to this and will be sealed inside. You will know when you must free it.""Something?" Lloyd peered closer, seeing only foul-looking water."A spirit. One of air and fire. It dwells in the dampness of the trees. Right now, they are weak. The damage to the earth has been great but now humans
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"Tell me more about these voices." The woman wound a strand of her wiry hair about her finger. The moonlight fell in streaks on her face and made the contours of the sunken features seem all akimbo. "Ain't much to say. The ones I hear lately are like hissing snakes," Nathaniel said frankly. "They taunt, they remind and they just make a nuisance of themselves. I know all too well they ain't friendly, just extensions of the brute that lives beneath." "Mine was different," Lloyd's voice was low. He swallowed, bolstering himself. The voice had seemed innocent until now ad the thought of that cherubic voice chilled him. "Childish. It almost sings. It also said I'd know who it was eventually. I kinda thought it might be a lost crew member." It was a logical thought. Or maybe a simple, lost soul who had taken pity on the cursed men. Yet that might be too much like a fairy tale. "The youngest before Thomas wouldn't have lingered," Nathaniel said grimly. "Lad suffered all the pains of He
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"Get the sail down unless you want your guts tying the masts!"The sun was peeking from the ocean when Lloyd and Nathaniel returned. The first bloody lines trailed across the water like ivy, bleeding into the water and penetrating as deep as they could into the depths.The mist rose silently as soon as Lloyd's feet hit the deck and the gangplank was pulled in. He let out a sigh of relief, his eyes making out twisted fingers, the claws itching for the feel of flesh.He swore he heard a hiss of irritation as it sank down to embrace the hull, glowing eerily."I guess we got back just in time," Lloyd said to Nathaniel's retreating form after giving his orders. "I get the feeling it was looking forward to blood.""Aye," Nathaniel muttered something inaudible and headed down to his cabin. Lloyd paused before deciding to follow. He felt the crew staring at him, the eyes cold and cruel like those of a shark as it glided through the sea.God help him, he'd have preferred the quicker fate of t
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As soon as the sails were hoisted and the helmsman had begun to guide the ship from its current resting place to another around the island, Blake beckoned several of the others over to him."Down below," he hissed, keeping one eye out for Thomas. "I've got something to discuss with you lot. But only those of you who have always been willing to risk your hides. And I want those who are willing to lose it all if we don't succeed, and also be able to stab or deal captain in the back once and for all.""I wouldn't baulk at that," the nearest replied. A weasel of a man with more hair in his eyebrows than on his head. "If I'm fated for Hell then let's make it worth it. If I ain't, then send him there. Maybe that could also wash a few past sins away.""With blood?" "If that's what it takes. And you know it does. I don't bloody care anymore. He took our lives even before all this. Treating us worse than dogs and we've all got scars to prove that."No one replied as they made their way into t
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"You failed them..."Nathaniel's voice was a whisper but in the solitude of the cabin, it was as clear as a preacher in the cathedral. All was silent outside. The ship drifted on a sea as still as a millpond. It was harder to tell where the water ended and the sky began.Above them, a full moon blinked lazily, surrounded by its harem of stars. No one had noticed the thin mist that was reaching up from the depths and winding about the hull. They were all below, seething with rage and disbelief as their fate registered. The sights they had seen only a few hours below were forever etched into memory.Only Nathaniel knew. And only he knew why it was there on such a fine night. He raked his hand through his hair and sat back. He trembled as he reached for the familiar bottle near him. But even the potent liquor did little to calm his nerves."They can't even mutiny," he muttered, swirling the rum in the base. "What good would it do 'em?"His eyes fell on his dagger. The blade glimmered
Dark Water Chapter Thirty-Eight
The island looked different during the day. Once the morning mist had dispersed and the sun shimmered down, it was a picturesque, albeit lonely, sight. Even though the once proud trees that had dominated the landscape had been reduced to a shadow of their former selves, the greenery still fought through and has the first thing the eye was drawn to. 'Strength against all odds,' Lloyd thought as he emerged on deck. 'More inspiring than any living person at the moment.'He moved as if hypnotised to gaze over the view. He'd never found much inspiration in his normal life. OK, he'd admired people, Nelson Mandela, Rudolf Nureyev...but they'd always been stories and pictures. Nothing real that he could become close to.This was something he could be.Still troubled by the encounter earlier, Lloyd paced around the ship, admiring the view and dragging a broom idly behind him like a stiff tail. He had heard Nathaniel curse at someone for their idleness and threaten to gut them, even if it was
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Despite Nathaniel's evident curiosity, Lloyd didn't elaborate on his thoughts."It isn't worth it yet," he said as he returned to the cabin. "I'm not sure of things myself yet. So, if I tried to explain anything, I'd look like a babbling idiot.""Seen plenty of 'em, lad," Nathaniel muttered, scouring the landscape. "But do as you want. I've things to deal with up here."Routine. The routine never altered, dead or alive, or something in-between. Lloyd's pace picked up as he headed down the steps and into the uncomfortable blanket of darkness. He swore he could hear whispers in the gloom and felt eyes, unseen but angry, watching him. "You don't scare me. You won't scare me," Lloyd hissed aloud, feeling somewhat foolish as he did so. "I didn't do shit to be here and I will be getting out of it, soul and all. And I will make sure some of your so-called prizes follow."He cringed. Feeling as though he was playing a part in The Exorcist. He'd never believed in all those things that went b
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The ship rocked slowly with the receding tides, the moon casting a silver glow over the damp decks and over the sapphire sea.The sails were down and rustling tranquilly like the sound of leaves on a breezy fall day. It had been like that for almost a week. And the passing natives were both curious and cautious. Not a soul had been seen, day or night. They had become used to seeing the mill of activity on the deck, or the men scavenging in the undergrowth.Once or twice, they noticed a shadow but that only heightened their concern. As did a low mist that embraced the hull and would not dissipate.It was the picture of eerie peace; normally, the crew would have been lulled to sleep below the deck by the undulating waves. They were downstairs. The noise indicated that, but it was the sound of bitter talk and empty threats rather than snoring and tossing blankets.In normal times, one would be worried about leaving a bottle unattended in case of poison being added. But Nathaniel, as th
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A dark aura, thick and foreboding, rolled with the mist over the deck, the two merging into a sinister shroud that enveloped the ship.Even the broad and beaming moon in the sky seemed to shrink back as it watched over the ship, pulling the tide away with it.Lloyd stepped out into the fresh air, briefly closing his eyes to savour the breeze's saltiness. After what he'd been through, this felt like Heaven.He was still weak, his legs aching and protesting as he tried to use them, and he slowly hobbled over to the rails.His mind was awash with what he had read, and he was trying to process the information that was slowly forming an intricate mosaic, a mosaic of fear, determination, and a growing understanding of the perilous situation he was in, with each piece falling into place. He looked at the churning mist, hovering like sea foam on the undulating waves."You won't feel so calm and confident soon," he whispered, a bitter edge to his voice. "All the harm you've done, all the inju
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The repairs on the ship were slow and methodical.Despite Nathaniel's impatience, he understood the necessity of the slow pace of repairs and the potential consequences of haste. His legendary leadership became evident in his acceptance of the situation. Hasty repairs made for shoddy workmanship and usually led to a worse situation later. It was a bitter pill to accept. The whole aura of the island was not just unwelcoming, but hostile, as if the very air wanted to throw them back out to sea.It didn't dampen his temper, either. The slowness tore at his nerves, and the effort to conceal his impatience was a constant struggle.In stark contrast, Lloyd seemed unperturbed by the chaos around him. The clatter and grumbles were a mere whisper compared to the bustling restaurant he was used to. His mind was fixed on the text, and he concentrated so hard that his head throbbed as he tried to decipher the archaic script and faded lettering.'Pain is good for the soul,' he thought as he too
Dark Water Chapter Sixty-Two
As soon as Higgins saw Nathaniel leave, he headed for Nathaniel's cabin. He came bearing gifts if one could call bread and dried meat gifts. He knocked once, then entered before Lloyd could respond. The sight of the drawn-looking form made him pause, his unease growing like a storm on the horizon.He quickly swallowed when Lloyd looked quizzically at him. He hurried to the desk, placed the chipped plate down, and scribbled a note.'Thought you might be hungry. It ain't much; I haven't cooked for ages.'"Thanks," Lloyd read the note. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the food, but he wasn't sure whether it was with need or revulsion. "And don't worry about it; food is food," he said, the lack of choice in his tone unmistakable.Higgins nodded, offering him the plate. He tried not to stare as he picked idly at the stale crust, his fingers hesitating over the harder parts, a process that seemed to stretch on uncomfortably.Even though their cupboards were never bare, that didn't prom
Dark Water Chapter Sixty-One
Alcohol.The scourge of the earth and the source of all its joy!Lloyd had a discerning taste or liked to think he did and was always particular about what he drank. Despite his modest income, he prioritised quality, saving for a decent brand. The thought of stale beer and plonk for wine was enough to make him shudder.In some ways, it was a blessing. He hadn't wanted to go down the route of drinking cheap booze to knock himself out. There were other ways to deal with day-to-day stress. Getting drunk now and then was good enough.The rum Nathaniel had was of a strength seldom found on the streets. In fact, one probably needed a special licence to brew it that strong. It was bitter and burned his throat as it practically evaporated on the way down. But at that moment, it tasted like the sweetest honey after the hideous journey of his dreams. "Shit...how do...you stay sober?" He asked between hurried but tiny swallows, each drop making his body shudder with delight and disgust and sha
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Nathaniel returned to his desk. He was visibly shaken and glad Lloyd couldn't see it. Despite the younger male's belief that emotion didn't make him weak, it was hard to conquer.Emotion, whatever it was, had always been an enemy to fight.He seized three books, practically tearing the pages as he searched the lengthy paragraphs. It seemed like hours before he finally caught sight of something that could help.It was a long shot, and it was dangerous, but time was running out.'I ain't got a choice. And I ain't wasting any more time. If this works, I'll have time later to see if there's anything else to ease things.' He looked over at the bed, biting his lip.Lloyd clutched at the air, desperate for anything to help him sit up. Lying down, he felt as if a chain was wrapped tight around his chest, and someone, or something, had its hands around his throat. "Nathaniel, it's getting hard to swallow, and it hurts when I take too deep a breath." His voice sounded far away, an echo in his
Dark Water Chapter Fifty-Nine
Thus, he loved. Thus, he lostLife was cruel, and he paid the cost.Oh, illness and death was sharp and strongHe cursed the Gods of new and old.Above in Heaven, he doth hear. He felt, he sensed, the mortal fear Thy mortal soul, you'll suffer still But blessed you'll be when you slay evil.Lloyd tossed in his sleep as pain and infection coursed through his limp body. His dreams moved freely, each more unpleasant than the last.He sat, his body slack and covered in clammy sweat, in the damp, dark cave where Blake had trapped him. Like towering spectres, the shadows seemed to mock him as unseen creatures stirred within them.A grotesque figure, human in form but radiating a foul stench, stood at the mouth of the cave, blocking the light.'I hunger. Death is unkind. The master will not allow me to feed except on my own body. I ate my heart. It broke my teeth...but I crave soft flesh.'Blake's mouth dripped with desperation and grim desire as it reached Lloyd's ears. He could almos
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Lloyd proceeded cautiously towards Nathaniel's room. His pride slowed his step, but the odd feeling that the others were talking about him slowed it even more.The way the amulet pulsated, like a frantic heartbeat, made him believe that his ordeal was not yet over. He took a breath when he reached the door, bolstering his nerves before throwing it open without even a by-your-leave, smiling brightly as Nathaniel span around, the look of shock a novelty in the usually irritated eyes. "What on earth do you..." The question remained unfinished as Lloyd stalked boldly over and slid into his lap, curling his arms around his neck. "I know we're going to leave land...But how long have we got? Or when do we reach land again?" He asked, "I have a surprise for you." He winked, his lips curling in a sly, seductive grin. "And I think it's one you'll appreciate." Nathaniel was silent for a moment, his eyes flitting from Lloyd to the chart on his desk. Lloyd could almost see his thoughts shatte
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Lloyd gazed over the open water, closing his eyes as the salt stung them, blown in from the soft waves that caressed the lonely shore."Just tell me what you need, and I'll do it," he smiled at Nathaniel tiredly, rubbing the back of his neck. The etching of a deep scar still lay there, concealed by his hair. It wasn't the first time he'd nearly lost his life. But that was a story for another day; he just wanted the man to know he wasn't ignorant of violence. Nathaniel reached out, his finger ghosting the red mark and sending tingles through Lloyd's body."I can always take what comes at me," he whispered, turning to kiss the man's hand. "And I have the marks to prove it."Nathaniel gave a sad smile and withdrew his hand with a shake of his head."I have plenty of stories for all my scars. Each of 'em fairly gruesome..." He remembered all of them. They weren't events one could forget. "They ain't important." He turned away abruptly. "Come to my room whenever you're ready, and I'll sho
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The cabin seemed to glow with warmth as Nathaniel cradled Lloyd in his arms, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on the bandage, however close he wanted him.A red hue had already seeped through the thick material, unseen in the throes of desire, but something that now irritated him.He should have known better. He should have resisted him as he had resisted people for centuries, as well as morals."I'm going to need to redo your bandages..." He whispered, his voice flat and pragmatic. "I don't want you getting ill..."Lloyd glanced down. He hadn't been aware that his wounds had opened again, but now the sting was beginning to tease his nerves.It had been worth it, though, to feel wanted and desirable. Not just a one-night stand that would be forgotten like yesterday's trash."Well, let me get my bearings a bit before you do. I hate moving when I'm settled," he said, shifting slightly to ease the pressure on his torn skin. "It's not too bad. Just a little sensitive. My own faul
