REOPENED
A ship full of pirates and former slaves crash into the lost land of Memphis, the land that every traveller, pirate, royal and peasant has ever dreamed of finding.
The rumour has it, the treasure of the black lion is hidden in this very la...
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CHAPTER 03. SUNRAYS
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The surgeons room was rather compact, but it managed to fit everything it needed. Gold, maps, some books, rum. And of course, the medicine it was meant for.
On the tiny bed in the corner of the room, Cora slept under the old blanket, her white shirt loose and her sword laying year the bed. Her soft snores filled the quiet silence.
The door was slammed open, making Cora jolt awake with a loud snort.
“Ye have a newbie to patch up.” Rosanna said somewhat smugly, enjoying the other woman's lost look as she tried to blink the sleep away.
They had all been working against the storm last night, barely gotten any sleep made them all tired to their bones. And Cora was no exception.
She muttered incoherent curses under her breath that Rosanna didn't even bother to listen as she left. Cora pushed herself up slowly, swinging her legs over the bed as she groaned into her hands.
She briefly wondered if they had gotten into fight or was the newbie scratched by the storm. Realising she had to get dressed before tending anyone, she started looking for her clothes, still half asleep herself.
She had barely tied her belt around the worn pants when the door was slammed open.
“what is it with ye lot 'nd slammin' the dam' door.” she muttered bitterly, sending glares at the dishevelled twins who looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there.
They tossed her patient in the chair and hightailed out of the surgeons room, Kee turned around, gave a mocking bow to Cora and gently started closing the door, only to slam it the last second.
“Idiots.” she cursed, turning towards the large man who was looking at her with a rather curious glint in his light eyes. She observed him with mild boldness, just like he looked at her.
“And what the Hell did ye do?” she asked with a tinge of bitterness to her tone. She wasn't happy for having been awoken.
“It was just a reminder. From the last ship. Just needs a few stitches and I will leave you alone.” his voice was low and had a somewhat calming effect. It was the sort of voice that was pleasant to listen, the sort of voice that draws in people like honey to bees.
Cora didn't even blink as she pulled out the needle, oil lamp and a bottle of rum that has been daring her to drink.
She whirled around, her red locks catching the rays of the sun as her sharp gaze once again landed on the man slouched in the chair. She imagined he would be rather tall if he stood before her.
She placed the things on the table, going to light the oil lamp for the fire.
“Take yer shirt off.” her voice was loud and clear, unlike the sleepy mumble it was before.
Amadeus didn't even look surprised as she took a large gulp of the rum instead of pouring it on his wound. He was too caught up trying to raise his hand to slip his shirt off, only to realise his right shoulder was terribly aching and he could barely move it. He had been clutching it against his wound the whole night, hoping for some miracle. He flinched just lightly as he realise he couldn't, in fact, remove his shirt only on his own.
“You see, I do not wish to be that kind of-”
“Save it. I've been 'ere long enough to kno' pain from pleasure.” she dismissed him easily, placing the rum bottle back on the table as she went to stand in front of him.
He was awfully pale she noted.
Her lithe fingers went to work on the strings in front of his shirt, trying to loosen it up before pulling it over his head. The close proximity didn't bother her, but she was aware he had tensed up.
She gently grabbed his right arm, the one he was clutching against his torso and pulled it away slightly to get the shirt off. His breath hitched, and for a second she was afraid he was going to puke. But he seemed to bite his cheek and decide to keep quiet.
“ 'm afraid ye gotta turn slightly. ” she said, steping away as she tossed the shirt away, she wouldn't admit that she liked this sort of view in the morning with the sun glistening against his abs.
But she liked this sort of view.
She didn't say anything when she noticed him gritting his teeth. He didn't complain, and she was thankful for that. Way too many times has she been tending to whiny people.
She turned on the oil lamp and placed the needle over the fire.
There was a comfortable silence in the room, Amadeus didnt feel the need to speak, he was too tired anyways. And Cora? Cora just enjoyed the tiny piece of peace that the morning sun brought to her. She took it off the fire, inching closer to her patient. She grabbed the boddle of rum before slightly crouching closer to the gaping wound on his side.
She did feel awful about the rum as she poured it over the wound, not reacting as he jumped at the stinging sensation the rum caused him. She was almost ready to snap should he complain, but all he did was grit his teeth harder, clutch the armchair and glare at the wall behind Coras head. Not a peep left his mouth and Cora was slightly impressed. Just slightly though.
“Forgot to mention it might sting.” she said, pushing herself up to let it dry slightly. With a piece of fabric, she tied her flaming hair back, preventing any pieces of hair from getting in her eyes.
“Its alright, miss.”
“Cora. Call me Cora.”
He looked up at her curiously, but she ignored his eyes, there was something unnerving about the colour. Once she was content with the look of things, she started stitching the wound.
“What's yours?” she wasn't that much of a chatterbox, but she knew talking can be a good distraction.
“What?” he asked breathlessly, flexing his cramped fingers as he had been clutching the armrest too hard.
“Yer name. Or do ye want me to call ye oaf?”
She felt somewhat pleased when she noticed the corners of his lips curling upwards just slightly, almost unnoticeable smile graced his cracked lips. But it was gone as fast as it had came.
“Amadeus.” was all he said and they were engulfed with the peaceful silence once again.
She noticed the scars that littered his body, but didn't say anything. He was a slave for heavens sake, people can be cruel, Cora knew it from experience.
As Cora made the last of the stitches, she noticed he had almost completely relaxed in the chair and the quiet atmosphere. There was a bead of sweat covering his forehead, but he hadn't uttered a word.
Cora crunched her nose as she glanced at the stained shirt. She pulled the door open, looking left and right, unfortunately for Kee, he wasn't fast enough to run from her line of sight.
“Oy, Kee! Go ask Freddie for one o' his shirts, tell 'im it's urgent.” she said to the startled deckhand before closing the door with a quiet click.
She walked past Amadeus, ignoring his quizzical stare as she went to fix her bed. She had completely forgotten about it, but then again, did she really care?
“It was unnecessary.” she didn't turn to face him.
“Give ye back the dirty shirt that will, most definitely, rot the wound? No, ye won't wear that.” Amadeus didn't answer to that, what use would it be? Besides, he rather enjoyed the room filled with sunlight than the dark cell he was most definitely going to be tossed back into.
“Thank you.” he said quietly, and Cora could swear there was softness to his tone, even though his eyes were ice cold as they looked out of the window into the endless ocean.
Before long, the door was pushed open again and Kee stood there along with his twin. He tossed the man Freddies shirt, waiting for him to get it over his head. Seeing Amadeus struggle, Cora was by his side with two long strides as she gently grabbed his arm, taking the shirt from his hands.
She carefully helped him put the shirt on, making sure not aggravate the wound. She was slightly concerned about it, he should have came to her sooner.
“I want to see ye every day to redress the wound, are we clear?” she asked, giving a look to the twins as well, who both just crossed their arms in sync and stared at her as if asking can we take him back now? She scoffed, turning away from them.
“A'ight, take 'im back.” the two strode over, standing on either side of Amadeus as they pulled him up. The man hissed at the sudden movement, closing his eyes at the flash of pain.
“Easy you two scurvy dogs! Do ye want to kill my patient?! Arses you lot.” she cursed them as they left. Kee gave her one mischievous look and as she was about to remind him to close the door gently, he slammed it so hard Cora was convinced it would just fall off its hinges.
“Fuckin' shrimps those two.” she muttered as she dragged her feet back towards her bed, she fell faceflat on it, deciding she wanted to get a little more sleep. She told herself she would inky then get out if bed if someone was actually dying.
But her slumber was cut short as her door creaked open again. She was hoping if she pretended to be asleep they would leave her alone.
“I ken yer awake. Capt'n demands yer presence.” Ivory said urgently before closing the door, probably running to find others Captain had demanded to see.
Cora groaned into her pillow and cursed the crew and the captain to the bottom of the sea.
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Eh I feel like it's rushed, buuuuut I mean, at least I updated right? :')
