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Da spirits be restless, boyo. Dey nevah be satifie’
Cris’ sea-green eyes stared at the ceiling of the hut they had rented in Orgrimmar. The brown leather canopy soon became the screen on which he saw the trolls from the night before and their dancing and reminders that he was hexed. Worst yet, they told him that anyone around him was cursed as well and that he would only torment them. He took a deep breath, his bare chest rising and slowly deflating, Rain’s arm moving to hold him close. She continued to sleep under the cover beside him, her warm body pressed against his and he watched her breathe and watched her eyes flutter every once in a while. Even in sleep, he saw her smile, perhaps a permanent feature on her face. But while watching her, he continued to remind himself the most important thing: He wasn’t going to hurt her.
If it is what you must do, I would gladly give up my soul so that you may live.
Her words were haunting, echoing throughout his being. No, he needed her in order to live now. Rain was his life. She was the one who kept in him place and soothed his anger. He hadn’t been injured much since he met her and he had been able to approach others without picking a fight. Cris gazed down at her and sighed, “I need you, Rain.” His whisper barely carried through to her, but he knew that somewhere lost in her dream state, Rain was listening.
“You are the serene waters that soothe the tempest of my soul.” He licked his lips and looked up, smiling as he stared ahead at nothing. “You are the sunshine after the storm. You are the bringer of new life, washing away the briny mess left from the sea.” His fingers ran through her strawberry blonde hair, enjoying the soft texture at his fingertips.
His head turned down to look at his beloved beside him, “I love you. And I would rather die than hurt you in anyway.” As if she had responded, Rain shifted slightly, her body almost climbing as her leg clasped onto his, her hips and torso shifted toward him a little more. Her head rested closer against his chest now, resting on his arm and shoulder. Cris smiled, bring his arm down to caress her soft figure under the sheet.
As soon as the sun rose, they were heading to Sun’s Reach Harbor. There, his men and women would be ready to depart and they would set sail Booty Bay first, where they would change out men for a new crew, excluding the base crew. Then, they would sail to Jaguero, where they would see Tia’Zula and he would have a serious but brief conversation with her. Finally, they would head to Stormwind, where he would deliver the payments to Jarol Moor in the Slaughtered Lamb and cautiously walk around Stormwind, showing Rain the city he grew up in while two rogues followed them.
This was the plan, anyway, but Cristianno knew better than to have a plan. However, he was ready. He wanted to show Rain the world. He wanted to see that look of marvel in her brightened eyes that she gave when she saw something she liked. And he was going to give her that.
Tonight, in Rain’s arms, he was simply Cristianno. Tomorrow and for the rest of the trip, he would go back to being Captain Seawolf. He took a deep breath and smiled as he tried to get some sleep for the remainder of the night.
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