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Chapter 37 - The Salve (Morgan's POV)

Author: Christina Note
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(Morgan's POV)

Being at port was much the same as being at sea. But there was less movement, less noise... most of the time, at least, and a whole lot of me being confined to Flynn's quarters.

He and Owen had definitely been up to something before they had headed ashore. I lay there on my bed, pretending to be asleep, while Flynn and Owen grumbled things in hushed voices, like, "We'll say she wasn't flyin' a flag", and "They fired the first cannon" while Owen scribbled it all down.

The surgeon, Old Mr Finch, as Oliver called him, came to visit me before leaving the ship too, and he seemed pleased with my recovery. He inspected my stitches, asked me what color my urine was, which was mildly mortifying, but I guess he had medical reason to know, and then he proceeded to smear some revolting Hogwarts potion over my burned skin that he said was a mixture of beeswax and olive oil. The shit smelled like fucking months-old pan drippings, and it took everything I had not to rub it off of my s
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  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 37 - The Salve (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)Being at port was much the same as being at sea. But there was less movement, less noise... most of the time, at least, and a whole lot of me being confined to Flynn's quarters.He and Owen had definitely been up to something before they had headed ashore. I lay there on my bed, pretending to be asleep, while Flynn and Owen grumbled things in hushed voices, like, "We'll say she wasn't flyin' a flag", and "They fired the first cannon" while Owen scribbled it all down.The surgeon, Old Mr Finch, as Oliver called him, came to visit me before leaving the ship too, and he seemed pleased with my recovery. He inspected my stitches, asked me what color my urine was, which was mildly mortifying, but I guess he had medical reason to know, and then he proceeded to smear some revolting Hogwarts potion over my burned skin that he said was a mixture of beeswax and olive oil. The shit smelled like fucking months-old pan drippings, and it took everything I had not to rub it off of my s

  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 36 - The Box (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)The horrors of the night before loomed over me as the wooden box behind the curtain began to quietly call my name.I'd been fighting it for hours, but the desperation only grew with each passing minute, and I knew... I knew it in the deepest darkest depths of my heart, that at some point, I was going to have to sit there on that stupid wooden box and pee.The entire awkward situation had only been made worse with the realization that I was sharing a room with Flynn.I'd known it all along. I mean, he'd yelled at me to get off of his bed, and he was always in and out of the room. But I think that on some level, my brain had prevented the pieces from fitting together, either out of sheer denial or some lingering concussion-induced brain damage.So it was only when he began stripping off clothes that it really sank in for me.I tried not to watch, immediately turning my back as soon as it clicked into place what he was doing. But I could hear the clothes rustling and falli

  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 35 - No Privacy in Piracy (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)I spent the majority of my day resting in my crappy straw bed. There wasn't really much else to do. I considered reading. Clarissa’s Folly had been so tempting, and I was dying to know what kind of book "A Lady of Quality" might write, but the thankfully receding ache in my head told me not to. Not yet, at least. Maybe a couple more days of rest before I pushed myself to focus on something like that.Rest was what I needed now anyway, and that was easy enough. My little spat with Flynn earlier had been both mentally and physically taxing. A huge waste of my energy, seeing as it only seemed to inflame the situation, but I guess at least I had tried.I had come to the decision that planning some kind of escape right now was pointless. I had no clue where I was, I was still a toasted marshmallow, and this ship, however shitty it and its occupants seemed to be, was safe. There was no immediate urgency for me to leave. I wasn't in any kind of immediate danger. So, for now, r

  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 34 - No Freedom in Truth (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)I was devastated."What?! HOW?! How can you not believe me when I just SHOWED you! I showed you everything! That's not your world! That's not the world you know! How do you explain how I've got those pictures if it isn't true?! God, how do you even explain my phone if it isn't true?!"The tears that had been pricking at my eyes before now threatened even harder, spurred on by simmering fury and frustration and disbelief. But I bit them back, refusing to let myself look as weak and frail as I felt."I don't know," he spat, shaking his head. "Witchcraft? Devilry? Sorcery? A clever trick? All more believable than yer fanciful tales of the future," he finished with a snarl."Witchcraft?! Are you serious right now?! If I were a witch, don't you think I would have used my mighty powers by now? Maybe I could have, gee, I don't know, healed my skin? Called on a mighty kraken to sink this godforsaken ship? Summoned a team of friendly dolphins to whisk me back to Bermuda?! I show

  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 33 - Photographs (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)Flynn's words had been more mocking than curious, but maybe it was a start. At least he hadn't picked me up and thrown me overboard. Maybe if I could just show him, that might make him believe me. Might make him understand.I pulled my phone out of my pocket again and turned it on.Once again, he watched it curiously. It definitely held some kind of intrigue for him, so I leaned into it."This is my phone," I explained, waiting for it to start up. "Everyone has one in 2025—"His eyes snapped back up to me. "2025?!" he exclaimed, seemingly horrified.I gulped and managed a nod, but pressed on, taking a few more steps toward him to show him the phone.He fixed his eyes back on the screen when the startup jingle played, and the phone blazed to life. The homescreen was a picture of the beach... one I'd taken during my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful. Like, Instagram-worthy. Of course, I had posted it to Instagram..."Where’s that noise comin’ from?" he asked, still stari

  • Lost Between the Tides   Chapter 32 - Proof (Morgan's POV)

    (Morgan's POV)Flynn strode in, his usual scowl plastered on his face as he made his way over to his desk and began to shuffle through papers.The room was silent aside from the rustling of pages as Oliver and I both watched him.I took another swig of my broth, hoping it might give me some courage, then I spoke up. "I..." I hesitated, "I need to talk to you."His eyes snapped up to me and narrowed."Well, out with it. I’ve not got all day," he replied, resuming his rummaging.But I shook my head. "No... um... In private might be better," I went on, already feeling my heart starting to race.He paused, regarding me for a moment, then he sighed and rolled his eyes before gesturing for Oliver to leave the room.The boy nodded and climbed to his feet, scurrying out as quickly as his short little legs would carry him. When the door clicked shut behind him, it sounded like the lid closing on my coffin.Flynn pulled himself up to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting fo

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