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Chapter 10 - Dying on Deck (Morgan's POV)
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2025-06-16 20:32:13(Morgan's POV)
I couldn’t tell how long I’d been there—hanging onto the railing for support while I heaved nothing but air. Time had stopped existing, replaced by the blazing sun, the spray of salt and the roll of the deck beneath my feet.
My throat burned and my head ached and everything around me felt like it was starting to blur and melt. I felt like I was starting to blur and melt.
I wasn't really standing anymore. My legs had given out, and I was basically just leaning into the railing—letting it do all the work.
No one spoke to me. I could hear them... feel them. Bodies around me, some humming, some whistling while they worked on whatever the fuck they were working on. But they moved around me like I was a ghost. Like I was infected and they didn't want to risk coming too close.
I wanted to ask for help. I needed water. I was so thirsty.
I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and mustered the last of my strength to look up, determined to ask for water or to see the captain or fucking SOMETHING. I wasn't supposed to be here! If this was a joke or some social experiment or something, I was done with it now.
It was him. It was the captain, his scrutinising gaze set on something that wasn't me while he scowled.
Clearly I was losing it, because I was actually relieved to see him. Probably because he was the only thing here that seemed familiar.
My body acted out of instinct, and I reached out for him just as he passed behind me, grabbing the sleeve of his coat.
He turned, clearly startled. The bastard had probably thought I was dead.
I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. “I don't...”
His brows drew together as he watched me in confusion. Like I'd literally just resurrected myself from the dead.
“Please,” I croaked. “I don’t… I don’t wanna play anymore.”
He frowned and removed my hand from his coat, leaving me to slump back against the railing for support.
“Seriously... I don't know... who put you up to this,” I went on breathlessly. "But I don't wanna... do it anymore. The joke's over. Just... Just take me home."
He didn’t speak. Just stared at me, as if he wasn't sure whether I’d lost my mind or he was the one hallucinating.
“I'm dying," I rasped, convinced it was actually true.
He huffed, looking annoyed.
"Ye'll find yer sealegs, lass. Ye aren't the first person to lose yer guts on my ship, nor will ye be the last," he said, clearly under the impression that I was just being dramatic.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to yell and scream and punch him until he listened to me. But I barely had the fucking energy to speak, let alone physically assault the bastard.
"Ye'll live," he repeated, giving me a stern look. "Ye're more use to me alive than ye are dead."
And with that, he continued, walking away from me and leaving me there on the deck to rot.
I felt every grain of hope I'd been subconsciously holding on to evaporate into nothing.
And I hadn't asked for water. Why the fuck hadn't I asked for water?!
Someone would intervene before this got too serious though, right? I mean, he was probably right. Maybe this was just what seasickness was like. I'd never really been on a ship like this before. Not on open seas. So maybe—
I dry heaved again.
There were still men around me, focused on ropes and sails and shit, barely sparing me a glance as they worked. I knew they were there, but they were barely more than blurs that moved.
Everything around me seemed to ebb and flow as the sun beat down on me and waves of nausea convulsed through me. I curled up on the deck, praying for it all to just end now.
I couldn't think about anything else. Whenever I tried, another convulsive dry heave brought me back, or a boot would sound near my face. I was trapped in this weird sort of limbo where I was somehow simultaneously dying inside my body but off somewhere else in my mind.
I'd felt this way once before, but the memory didn't come, only the knowledge that the feeling was familiar.
It felt like I was slipping. Slipping away from myself. Away from this world. And maybe that wasn't so bad really.
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