โShe is a growing woman. She will be a handful.โ
He chuckled softly, nudging his captain and smiling finally as he stands up straight with a hum.
โPerhaps you should tell her the truth, captain. Sheโs not confined to buckets as you are. Perhaps once or twice a week, allow her+
ใ คใ คใ คNow it's Will's turn to lean on the railing and look at the horizon as he thinks. An exasperated sigh escaping him followed by an amused scoff.
"She is a teenager, and I know little of raising one. Her mother would do better than me, I'm sure. I think she might be lonely?"
His head turns to peer at Will, and the corner of his lips quirks upwards ever so slightly as he focuses back on the ocean.
โIs your daughter adjusting well? She certainly keeps bootstrap moving.โ
ใ คใ คใ ค"You have a family too. With us, on this ship. Perhaps not by blood, but a family nonetheless."
He approaches John this time, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. His expression remains sincere but doesn't betray much kindness anymore, though he tries.
ใ คใ คใ คThe question hit close to home. William finds himself brought to anger quicker and much more often these days. Is it the curse?
"Aye. It seems I do. And in those moments, I think of those I care for. They are, to me, a cure that heals all ailments."
โDunno. You ever just get..angry? For no rhyme or reason?โ
He questions softly, glancing at the man before heโs back to watching the currents around them.
ใ คใ คใ ค"and I thought I was the brooding type."
He speaks from a slight distance. William had watched him for a short moment, unsure of what to do or say. After all, what ๐๐๐ง he do?
"What is on your mind, sailor?" He finally asks.
Thereโs a shrug, and the man offers Will a small smile.
โItโs alright, captain. Being kicked by a child is surprisingly not the worst thing to happen to me.โ
He gestured around him, barking out a laugh.
ใ คใ คใ คAi... yes, Elanor. He sighs and rubs his neck.
"I'm sorry about that. I lost sight of her for a moment, thought her to be at the helm with her grandfather. She didn't mean harm, she's quite lonely and bored. I do apologize for that."
Trusts good! Itโs always good that the captain is well rested.
John has been keeping an eye out for the demon (/affectionate) child of his that kicked him.
โI have..โ
A pause, and his gaze drops as he picks at the rotting wood of the Dutchman.
โHad a son. He died when he was naught but eleven years old.โ
With a great sigh, he picks himself up and claps his captain upon the shoulder.
โCome. Weโve got work to do.โ
โHow times you reckon weโll be surfacing this month because she throws herself to the sea at the smallest inconvenience?โ
Though it was meant to be a joke, the crewman seems to instantly regret it as he clears his throat.
โSorry, sir.โ
ใ คใ คใ คHis daughter... he cares for her, but is now faced with the harsh truth that she is not his. Still, she's his daughter.
"She gets it from her mother. Bold and determined... that's the Swann in her." He says, trying hard not to show his pain in front of his crewmembers.
โYour daughter has quite the attitude.โ
John comments softly, scratching at a scarred cheek as he follows his captainโs gaze where in the distance, the young girl is climbing onto the beach.
โSheโs fiery.โ
ใ คใ คใ คWill's eyes are fixed on the beach ahead, watching the waves crash on the rocks and roll over the sand. He's lost in thought. Then, a voice snaps him out of his thoughts and urges him to turn his head.
"What is it, John?" He asks.
He doesnโt remember what happened, but ever so slowly, heโs sinking beneath the water with nothing but a stream of bubbles revealing his watery grave