Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
As one of Jack’s crew, Melita held no grand affinity for pirates. Not the unrelenting abhorrence her Captain contained, but certainly a milder state of indifference and vehemence, given the precise dealings and any other happenstances occurring. So she arched her brow at the one limping into port as she assisted with running more supplies towards the Ark – uttering something under her breath. Close to ‘that’s too damn bad’ and ‘sucks to be you’, but that had been the consensus around Torchline lately.
Rotten luck, bad dealings, and a god damn fucking moon island stuck in the sea.
But since Jack wasn’t there and most of the crew were going back and forth, she opted to play the good Samaritan for once. Or perhaps she was merely being nosey. Probably an intermingling of both. Advancing along the wooden frames not flooded over, her companions watched as she perched along the frame; Sila nervously hovering above, while Fangorn grumbled. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called out to anyone on board. “What do you need?”
Rotten luck, bad dealings, and a god damn fucking moon island stuck in the sea.
But since Jack wasn’t there and most of the crew were going back and forth, she opted to play the good Samaritan for once. Or perhaps she was merely being nosey. Probably an intermingling of both. Advancing along the wooden frames not flooded over, her companions watched as she perched along the frame; Sila nervously hovering above, while Fangorn grumbled. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she called out to anyone on board. “What do you need?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
