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Seahawk's Cruise Part 4
Nick sat in the crow's nest, just weeks after his conversion from Nickolai Cartier the English gentleman to Nick Carter the pirate of the Seahawk. He looked a lot different from when he first started the trip. One, he had been boney as can be and pale as the moon above him. Before, he wore the finest clothes and was as shealtered and weak as can be.
He was surprised how much can change in the matter of weeks. Now, he filled out with muscles bulging on his arms. His entire body tanned from those long shifts in the sun. His hands, once small and soft, now was tough and large. He wore ragged clothes that were decent enough to cover skin but comfortable enough and tough enough to work in. His hair was now constantly trimmed short from just his eyes to a spiked look. He walked with more pride now than he did before. One would easily mistake him for a pirate for the earring in his right ear would scare any man upon the docks.
Mr. Pearlman, true to his word, treated him like the others of the crew. Nick received a public scolding when he slipped in the beginning. He learned from Howard to tune the control freak's words. He had learned sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat from Kevin. He learned how to heal wounds from Brian and how to spritualize himself whenever he became too stressed about anything.
He saw AJ climb up and sit next to him at the crow's nest. "Hey, AJ, how are you?" he asked.
"I've been better." AJ smiled.
"Well, I guess my shift's over. Night." Nick quickly made his way down the rope ladder and towards the forecastle. One thing had changed very much since Nick was converted: his desire for AJ multiplied by the day.
He sighed and was about to fall in his hammock when he found a note. He looked around before unfolding it.
"Dearest Nickolai/Nick,
No matter who you are or who you were, I always will admit this to you. I don't know where to begin but I know that I have this strange longing for you. I'm scared to death about it. But I am willing to take this step with you if you are willing. To be honest, I had fallen in love with you when I first met you and it only grew more and more as we got to know each other.
I do not need to hear you comments for I know you are still of Peter. But whenever you are ready, I am here for you.
Yours,
Alexander James McLain"
"Nick?" called out Brian. "Nick, are you in here? We need you on deck!" he shouted. Hard rain pounded on the sides of the tar and wooden ship. He clambered out of the forecastle. Thunder and lightning crashed over- head.
"How did we get in this storm?!" he shouted.
"Don't worry! Just help us tie things down until we get out of here!" shouted Kevin. He smiled at Nick and continued to climb up the main mast to cut the sails. Nick rushed to help tie down some trunks that were on deck. A wave rose from the sea and crashed over the deck. Nick sputtered seawater and felt himself pushed against the main mast. A rope swung wildly in the strong breeze and was heading towards AJ. Nick dove for it and caught it in time.
None of the crew, who was busy running around, heard the scream nor the splash. Nick's head snapped up. "Peter." he whispered. "PETER!" he screamed as he dove under the waves for the man he lost once and never again. He grabbed the body and climbed the massive ship to regain air. Peter had been a stow-away. Unluckily, he reached the deck by the time they were out of the storm. "Peter?" he called softly to the drenched, limp body.
Nick breathed heavily. Partly from the fact that Peter had been a stow- away, partly from the labor, and partly from the fact that Peter was not breathing.
"PETER!" he screamed.
Brian felt Peter's neck. "No pulse." he announced.
"Peter..." he sobbed as he hugged the corpse close to his body. He felt Kevin, AJ, Howard, and Brian part as Captain Pearlman walked through.
"Nickolai Jean Cartier, you are charged with murder and bringing a stow- away on board. Prepare for your court tomorrow." he announced. "I promise it will be fair." he said sardonically.
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