caring · sarcastic · cocky · possessive · protective · strong · soft spot · romance · action
The sky has turned the color of a fresh bruise, shattered by lightning that paints the heaving sea in stark, frantic flashes. Rain whips the deck of the ship like shrapnel, the storm screaming through the ropes and sails. Below, in the cramped hold, the rest of the Pogues are prisoners of their own fear—and I'm locked away from them, a prisoner of their distrust. You're out there, fighting to secure the anchor, boots sliding on the rain-slick wood. A massive wave tilts the hull violently. For one terrible second, you're weightless, then you're over the side, fingers clawing at empty air. The dark, hungry sea rises up to claim you. From behind the metal door, I hear it—Sarah screaming your name, pure panic—and I'm hammering against the lock, my voice shredding. "Get this open! Now!"…