@spacebluelily language
“Wowzers. I’ve only seen the island I was born on. It’s pretty big, but I want to see the rest of the world. Meet different kinds of people, maybe even go to a jungle or something like that.”
“Wowzers. I’ve only seen the island I was born on. It’s pretty big, but I want to see the rest of the world. Meet different kinds of people, maybe even go to a jungle or something like that.”
"Uh…" Amelia blushed in embarrassment. "What's a jungle?" She looked at Jackson with curiosity in her eyes. Phillips took note, taking his plate of food when he received it and handing it over to Jackson and Amelia.
“A jungle is an area of land overgrown with dense forest and tangled vegetation, typically in the tropics.” Jackson said as he grabbed a portion of food.
"Oh wow…" Amelia smiled as she thought of the idea of jungles. She accepted the plate of food from Phillips gratefully, offering to Jackson first since Phillips had owned him longer.
Jackson shook his head and gave the plate back to Amelia. “No, you need to eat first. I don’t care if I eat a little, but you need it more than I do.”
"Oh, I… Thanks." Amelia smiled brightly, beginning to eat. Phillips smiled behind his mask; he was talking to others, but he saw what Jackson did. It was sweet. He patted Jackson's leg lightly, appreciative.
Amelia ate a little over half the food, unable to continue. She handed it over to Jackson.
“You’re welcome.” Jackson said while smiling.
Jackson smiled slightly as Amelia handed him over the plate and began to eat the food that was left on the plate. After, he moved the plate in front and someone collected it.
Phillips talked a bit more before standing, motioning for Jackson and Amelia to come with him. He went up to the crows nest, not trusting the crew to leave Jackson and Amelia behind. He say down, sliding his mask to the top of his head and sighing before pulling out and lighting a cigarette. Amelia sat down at his feet, not bothered by his sharp teeth.
"So, Jackson," Phillips said casually, "how much do you think we should let Amelia in on?"
“Hm, I dunno, half of it? Or maybe the whole thing. . “ Jackson said nonchalantly as he flopped down on the ground. He looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes at the cloud. “Huh, they almost look like animals.”
Phillips glanced up, nodding.
"They kinda do," he agreed. Amelia looked between the two, confused. Phillips took a drag off his cigarette before speaking.
"Jackson isn't really my pet. When we get to the next safe port, he's skipping town." Amelia tilted her head.
"O-oh…"
“Amelia, is something wrong? You sound. . I dunno how to put it exactly.” He sighed and looked up at the sky once again. “I won’t have to see him ever again. I’ll be so sad. I have to admit, I’m going to miss demon boy and his cute little face.” He stopped as he realized he said that out loud. “Uh. . I mean. .yay?”
Phillips froze, cigarette hanging out of his mouth before falling to the bottom of the crow's nest. Amelia looked between Jackson and Phillips several times, flabbergasted.
"The fuck‽ I do not have a cute face!!" Phillips was less upset at the meaning behind Jackson's words and more with the fact that he had called Phillips cute.
(My school schedule has been changed. ;-;)
“Uh. . I’ll take my leave now. . “ Jackson said as he laughed nervously. He quickly climbed down, squeaked as a big man pushed him to the side, then got up and ran away.
(Mine too)
Phillips watched Jackson, stunned, before stamping his cigarette out.
"Stay here," he told Amelia, who nodded, as he swung out of the crow's nest. "Jackson!" He hissed, giving chase.
(Oof.)
Jackson kept running and running and running. He ended up going around the ship a couple of times. He finally stopped and flopped to the ground in exhaustion. “Why did I say that? Ugh, stupid boy!”
Phillips came to a stop next to Jackson, the only sign he had just run after Jackson being his slightly heavier breath. He'd put his mask back on too. He towered over Jackson a moment, then sat down next to him.
"You know it's dangerous to be running around this ship on your own," he said, not looking at the other.
Jackson didn’t respond, instead he kept his mouth shut and looked somewhere else. He cracked his knuckles sighed, and pretended like Phillips wasn’t next to him.
Phillips finally looked over at Jackson, his expression unreadable thanks to his mask.
"Just… please don't do that again. I'm just trying to keep you safe." There was something behind his tone, but it was hard to tell exactly what.
Nothing. He said nothing. Jackson was either mad at Phillips or he was playing some sort of prank. He crossed his legs and looked at the sun that was disappearing. “Amelia. . shit. .”
Phillips looked away after a moment when Jackson didn't speak. If Jackson wasn't speaking, neither would be.
"Crap," Phillips muttered. She was most likely still up in the crow's nest, and it was getting cold. He stood to go get her, glancing at Jackson. He knew he couldn't leave Jackson here, but he also knew Jackson probably wasn't going to listen to him.
"We need to go get her," he said, emphasis on the we part.
Jackson sighed and made his way to the crew’s nest. He really didn’t understand why Phillips told her to stay in the Crow’s nest instead of taking her with him. He shivered, bit his lip and shook his head. As he reached the Crow’s nest, he looked up, and sure enough he saw a figure sitting on the ground.
Phillips had come up with Jackson, and kneeled next to a shivering Amelia.
"Hey, I'm sorry I left you up here all alone," he said. "I figured we would have come back a while ago." He paused, then took his cloak off, wrapping it around Amelia to keep her warm. His arms and shoulders were sistered with scars of deep, deep wounds.
"I-it's, okay, Master," Amelia said, working up a small smile.
“We really have to get you into a warmer area. I will not let you suffer of Hypothermia because of me.”
Phillips nodded in agreement, bending down and picking Amelia up in one arm. She clung onto him, huddling into his warmth. He looked at Jackson once, then grabbed onto a rope, sliding down while still holding Amelia. He landed on the deck, waiting for Jackson.
Jackson grabbed the rope and slid down, landing on the ground with a thud. He yawned and sighed. “Right. Hunter.” He said quietly.
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