Every fire burns brighter in the darkest night
Cat had found herself intermingling amongst the crew inside of the mess hall. The red head had been listening to the bolstering stories of the crewmates, and just how much they had seen over the course of their travels. Some were less believable than others, but it didn't stop Cat from laughing along aside them.
One had bought out a Hurdy Gurdy, music dripping from the halls rich in tunes, and melodies. Cat had only recently heard music on the shore, but this music was much different than what she had already heard. The discombobulated tunes of each sailor had given a sloshed attempt at singing the sea shanties, tempting Cat to sing along with them. If only she knew the words.
One had passed her a mug filled with a strong rum, the odor fresh to Cat's sense of smell. "Oi, thar Cat! Down the gullet!" One of them egged her on, encouraging her to just down the rum.
Tilting her head back, she had chugged every ounce of the rum that they had given her. It burning her throat, ending in a sputtering cough. The ones surrounding her cheered, and clapped her on the back.
"Ye’d think this wee lass ne'er had a swig o’ rum before!" One of them laughed obnoxiously.
"I haven't." Cat laughed a little, the pause made them look over towards her when all of a sudden they poured her another drink.
"Drink up me heartie!" Cat's cheeks already flushed from the original drink, she had raised her mug to them as she had caught a glimpse of Thalassa hovering at a distance. She lifted her mug over towards her, beaming with a grin so large, her eyes were closed.
One had bought out a Hurdy Gurdy, music dripping from the halls rich in tunes, and melodies. Cat had only recently heard music on the shore, but this music was much different than what she had already heard. The discombobulated tunes of each sailor had given a sloshed attempt at singing the sea shanties, tempting Cat to sing along with them. If only she knew the words.
One had passed her a mug filled with a strong rum, the odor fresh to Cat's sense of smell. "Oi, thar Cat! Down the gullet!" One of them egged her on, encouraging her to just down the rum.
Tilting her head back, she had chugged every ounce of the rum that they had given her. It burning her throat, ending in a sputtering cough. The ones surrounding her cheered, and clapped her on the back.
"Ye’d think this wee lass ne'er had a swig o’ rum before!" One of them laughed obnoxiously.
"I haven't." Cat laughed a little, the pause made them look over towards her when all of a sudden they poured her another drink.
"Drink up me heartie!" Cat's cheeks already flushed from the original drink, she had raised her mug to them as she had caught a glimpse of Thalassa hovering at a distance. She lifted her mug over towards her, beaming with a grin so large, her eyes were closed.
Let me be your guiding light
Catalina
