Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction "This voyage has begun..
🕑 Added 2022-05-11 09:06:40 +0000 UTC
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction "This voyage has begun!" Captain Smollett announced. A roaring cheer resounded from the crew, but I could only listen to the shout of one man. His voice was deep and strong even though he stood among many other men with similar tones. It was a voice that made you want to cling on to it, to never let go; like you could hide behind it and wrap yourself up in it all at the same time. The gangplank was raised. Beautiful, billowing sails of flaxen hue unfurled in the gentle wind. However, the sight was more comical than I had imagined it would be. Rizzo had been busy selling tickets to the town rats for a 'cruise ship'. Now not only was our ship occupied to full capacity with crew, it was also shared by hundreds of vacationing rats aboard with their Hawaiian shirts and parasols to boot, which made for very cramped quarters. We set sail none the less. The sun was shining and the sea was calm. The waters were clear and sparkling blue. I had fallen in love with it already. "Our dreams are finally happening," I shouted to the boys as they ran off to watch the waves breaking on the sides of the ship. "Hey! Don't watch too long or you will get sick," I added. At least that is what I had been told happens when you are out on the water. With them off exploring I was left to my own thoughts. I watched the horizon awhile before falling into the deep thoughts that only seem to happen when you are rolling silverware or, apparently, watching the horizon. The only town I had ever known was nowhere to be seen anymore. I thought about Mrs. Bulveridge and said a little prayer for everyone I had ever crossed paths with. Gonzo and Rizzo were all I had left. The last thought hit me a little harder than I had expected. Why were they the only two I had left? Why had everyone else left me or I left them? I didn't want it to be that way. Having seen more of the top deck than the bottom and being quite alone for being completely surrounded by people and rats on the former, I ventured downwards, wondering the whole time where I should and should not go. That was something I admired about Gonzo, he didn't care much about what he should and shouldn't do. He just did things. My thoughts were interrupted. "The stars will be coming out soon. Have you ever had the pleasure of seeing them out on the water?" Long John asked me with a twinkle in his eyes. My directional abilities were not the best. I hadn't even recognized the room I had bumbled into as Silver's galley, but it was. Seeing him there again in the yellow light the lantern cast reminded me, but I should have realized sooner. Feeling like an idiot I could think of what to say. "I don't think so. I have never been on the water before," I admitted and leaned in closer to show him my interest in the conversation. "Well then, there be a first time for everything." He grinned, grabbing my hand without asking, leading me out on to the top deck with him. My immature mind was stuck on the fact that he didn't seem shocked I had never been on the water before. Instead, his answer had been classy and suave so effortlessly. He didn't laugh at me and that was all it took to make me think he was sweet. Living and working in a bar has a way of screwing your mind over like that. Even though we had made it up to the deck, he still held my hand in his. I say that because he did not just hold my hand, he held my hand in his. Even though there was a remarkable size difference, our hands were the same in that they were rough calloused from the lives that we led. Though they were different, they were very much the same. We walked along the open deck over to the railing where Silver pointed up with his free hand and I followed his finger up to the sky filled with stars of all sizes, colors, and brilliance. He tugged me a little closer and looked down into my eyes. "Such beauties they are... as are you." I felt the heat rush into my face and gather on my cheeks in a fiery blaze. No one had talked to me like that before. Sure, I had gotten unwelcome swats on the butt from customers before and even been asked if I wanted to see things I had no interest to see, but no one had ever called me beautiful, compared me to stars. I hadn't ever felt this way before, to enjoy being so close to someone I could hear them breathing. Something, maybe something I didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, was connecting me to him. It was as simple as that.
