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Tides of Dusk: A Piratical Tale of Fantasy

What? Jax almost swatter her hands away but if she wanted to touch him, well, shark bites, he wanted to let her. Even if her eyes looked as sharp as those predators teeth he would welcome the feel of her hands and fingers again. How sick was he? But she didn’t really touch. No, that twisted seaweed witch buttoned his shirt. What was that? He was some bad little boy she had to scold and dress. Damn her. Curses to her. He should just dump her off on that plain words Captain and let her dress him. Bet she couldn’t wait to get her hands on his buttons.

Jax snickered and shook his head. You’ve over your head in this one, he silently warned himself and he turned from her. “Oh you are having fun, I know,” Once turned away it was easier to find that teasing voice again. “But you are good at hiding it. I’ll give you that.”

It wasn’t hard or long to figure where the Captain was. Things were being loaded and Jax found early on that this ships leader was one to be where the action was. He was just moving from the main deck his shirt clearly soaked from exertion. Someone was with him and looked in conversation. Jax slowed wanting to give the Captain the time he needed.

He twisted his head to the First Mate, “Maybe you best fetch him a new shirt, seeing how you like to them so.” He grinned, “Or is that something you just share with me?”

He didn’t dare wait for an answer to that and spun back around making sure the Captain knew he was approaching. “Captain, Sir.” He called out on his finally steps toward him. “Might the First Mate and I speak with you. She has a request that could use your attention.”

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Nice post Dot. Now I can't wait to see what you guys come up with next. (you and Heroes).

Tides of Dusk: A Piratical Tale of Fantasy

“Ah!” his eyes smiled as he pointed a finger briefly. “You have wit and curiosity.” Jax let his mouth find the same delight his eyes did. “Of course you do.” He watched her without adding anything more for a minute or two. With a sigh he took hold of his crumpled shirt and began to put his arms through the sleeves.

Jax winced. It shouldn’t hurt. He must be getting soft with all this delicate touch and healing goop. “Too bad about you not enjoying games, though I think perhaps there was some tiny bit of enjoyment, hidden of course, in your game you played with the Captain, losing so skillfully.” He asked her in a tease. "At cards I mean."

“Oh wait, I should be holding my tongue, shouldn’t I?”

Jax stood slowly and let his shirt open as he took the pot. He looked at the container for a few minutes. “The thing is the Commander has a date with a woman who somehow affects the..” Jax paused looking for the right word, “direction of this ship.” He looked up at the Doctor First Mate and smiled, “But because I, unlike you, enjoy a good game once and awhile, I have not reached the end of this one and can talk no plainer than that. “

Jax took a step toward the door, “So here is my next move; come with me and invite the Captain or stay in your dark room with your books and try to piece the puzzle together on your own.” He smiled at her. “You could do just that because you are a much better player than you give yourself credit for.”

Jax opened the door and looked out to the sunshine. “I am sure I can find him somewhere about.” Jax turned around and again smiled at her. He knew he shouldn’t be playing this game, not with her, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to run away from her and yet, he didn't want to go. She could push him out, close the door and forget all about him. Too bad he couldn’t seem to do the same with her.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Nice crumbs too Lillian.

But then..you are the cook, the baker.

I am thinking cookie crumbs.

Tides of Dusk: A Piratical Tale of Fantasy

“Not a slave,” Jax looked toward the scare that marked her in more ways than one, he was sure, “Of course not.” He let her know he saw the mark.

Her fingers didn’t hurt, damn her. But then her eyes and her words were weapons enough. “Give an inch and they take a nautical mile.” He looked over at his neatly organized shirt and for reason he couldn’t explain he reached to it and scrunched it all up again. Best she know right off he was a mess. Best she know no way can she straighten him out as neatly as she would like.

Jax took a deep labored breath feeling the smoothing depth of whatever it was she was doing. Curses to her, why couldn’t she heal with pain and speak with healing? Never mind. Never mind. It was best that she hint warmth with a touch she can’t hide no matter how hard she tries and cuts with the ice of her tongue. Cold hard sea witch.

“I will take your advisement, First Mate, Sir,” Of course Jax hit the Sir with just the right strength and amusement. “If it is a skirt he wants than Antonia will more than fit the offered arm, I am sure. Thing is she may be otherwise occupied.”

He shrugged and looked back down to his bruised chest. “But then, I just drive the lovely ship and can’t settle all this other mixed up inter play. The Captain will know what to do, to order or not. Consequences or not.”

Jax smiled up at the First Mate. It started as a snide grin but he let it go to the more natural state of just liking to look at her. Damn her. As quick as his appreciation found itself he masked it just as well as she did. Well, maybe not as well, but he tried. To add to his false face he had to let his tongue fill in just like she had. “Don’t your worry your pretty little head,” He chuckled at the sound of that joke, “I will find a skirt and an arm to make me fit in as best I can, which is not so well at all, but then I represent little..

Jax laughed again, “ I mean to play this game out. Just for the fun of it.”

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I am sorry..so sorry..I posted and then thought of a better idea. So I made a slight change. No big deal but...just saying

And....Ms. Angelou ... Just read her and that makes me much less sad.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

No! His fire exploded in the face of an attacker but it didn’t change a thing. With speed and surprising force the wolf was on his love, on her, on Veti with blade swung and off and away before Thad could do much of anything. She was carrying her newly found pack mate in her wolf form and a second later she was falling as the woman he first fell so deeply for. No! Thad didn’t follow the escaping assassin. He didn’t notice the other’s behind. The only thing he saw was the cascading red hair and the caught breathes of Veti. He leapt to her side.

He was down on his knees beside her wrapping his arms around her, to lean her over onto him. “Veti, Veti, I’m here. I got you. “ He pulled her away from the dead wolf’s body. He felt her resistance, he knew she had some strong connection to this one she only recently meant but he wanted her to let it go. She had to let her go. Where was that door now? Where was Daisy to take this dead thing away?

His hands were wet.There was more than one’s blood. No! He ripped his tie off, the one Siya picked, and rubbed it quickly over the fur and blood of the dead body of the werewolf. Watching Veti the entire time he pulled the silk over the last life of the once strong once powerful beast. Thad brought it up and kissed it. Then he pressed the soaked fabric onto Veti’s chest. “Breath love. Small puffs, like that smoke you want in quick rings. Let the last of Aislinn flow into you. We’ll carry her. We’ll keep her with us. This is her power, her will, going into you, closing the cut. Breath. Shallow. Slow.”

Thad pressed his tie filled with the last energy of Aislinn against her. He kissed the cloth again mixing his spit with the edges to seal it against her. He wanted her air to stay inside, no holes, no leaks. No. Not his Veti. With his fingers and lips he sealed the energy of a long line of werewolves into the chest of a new, clanless wonderful she wolf. No one deserved the history of Hoyle’s more than his Veti. Thad was sure. And he knew no one could carry it better than she.

With the bandage in place Thad reached again around Veti. “Let me carry you, love. Let me hold you.” He smiled to her and added quickly, “I know what you're thinking,. You want me of course, but calm yourself and wait.” No! He would not let her go. He kissed her quickly as he lifted her. “I am yours you know so we can save it.”

Thad glanced back to the rest of the group. Where are they going? Is the gate still an option or are the reasons for that now past? Holding Veti he let his eyes turn to Atticus. Alright head man that we’ve followed into more than one death trap, Thad seemed to say with his eyes, where now?

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

WHOA!
NOW I GOTS FEELINGS TOO.

(Dot's and Grainy's fault)

Tides of Dusk: A Piratical Tale of Fantasy

Jax laughed. She didn’t look at him of course. The doctor had her hidden face moving away from him as quickly as she could ducking into her cabin. But he heard her and he laughed. “See?” He followed, his musical sound of glee entering her cabin. He sat quickly and did as she commanded, unbuttoned his shirt. “I knew you had wit. Can’t be as smart as you and not have the spark.” He pulled his sleeves from his arms and crumped the thing beside him. “But I won’t tell.” He teased slightly.

“I know you have an image.” He settled and his smiling face faded. “I do too.”

Jax braced himself for the feel of those doctor fingers. He hoped they stung, flashed with pain of the coldness he knew she wanted to give him. He wanted the frozen hurt to wash away that memory of her head on his shoulder. Take that softness away and freeze any desire he had. Maybe she needed some help. He felt his tongue get thicker as he decided he could do that for her. Jax spoke but looked down at his own chest noting the start of bruised coloring.

“But you keep yours and I’ll hold mine. Mine says, I can go to the Captain and see if he will escort me as you so plainly painted. I’ll tell him it was all your idea. You think he and I are a better couple. If he disagrees, well, then he can make a request of you.”

Jax looked up at the First Mate, the woman who still will not give him her name, who knows to stay away from him even better than he has managed to keep clear of her. He tried to catch her eyes. “A request from him to you would not be denied I would guess.”