Red Juliet
Thanatos Rising
It was one thing to practically kidnap him, and it was entirely another to leave him alone on deck watching the nets while everyone else was below deck eating dinner. Nash gripped the ship railing tightly and glared at the door to the cabins. Bunch of assholes. He pushed his headphones tighter to his ears and cranked his music as loud as it would go in an attempt to block out his negative thoughts.
But even his favorite band couldn't drown out the slight murderous rage he held for the bunch of lowlifes that had threatened to harm his little sister if he didn't go along with their ridiculous plan. Why did she have to apply to the same school? She could have been in London if she had taken that study abroad opportunity, and this wouldn't have been an issue.
"Mermaids...what the hell...who believes in mermaids?" He muttered under his breath, as he pushed away from the railing. It was cold out on the ocean like this, and he shivered as he pulled his jacket tighter. The ship lurched as a particularly large wave rolled it, and Nash nearly slipped as he grabbed something to regain his balance. He eyed the dark waves warily, palms sweating as he pictured falling into them.
Chucks probably weren't the best choice of footwear for the ship, but it wasn't as if he was given the opportunity to buy the right gear before they took him on board to study the ocean currents and figure out the most likely habitat location. Which was nowhere, because there was no such thing as mermaids. Freaky large fish with glowing balls on their heads, but no mermaids.
But even his favorite band couldn't drown out the slight murderous rage he held for the bunch of lowlifes that had threatened to harm his little sister if he didn't go along with their ridiculous plan. Why did she have to apply to the same school? She could have been in London if she had taken that study abroad opportunity, and this wouldn't have been an issue.
"Mermaids...what the hell...who believes in mermaids?" He muttered under his breath, as he pushed away from the railing. It was cold out on the ocean like this, and he shivered as he pulled his jacket tighter. The ship lurched as a particularly large wave rolled it, and Nash nearly slipped as he grabbed something to regain his balance. He eyed the dark waves warily, palms sweating as he pictured falling into them.
Chucks probably weren't the best choice of footwear for the ship, but it wasn't as if he was given the opportunity to buy the right gear before they took him on board to study the ocean currents and figure out the most likely habitat location. Which was nowhere, because there was no such thing as mermaids. Freaky large fish with glowing balls on their heads, but no mermaids.