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Dec 27, 2013 10:39AM
"Still thirsty?" He asked.
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"Yeah, a lot," she replied with furrowed eyebrows, "I need water."
"Try this." He said handing her another canteen.
She gulped it down even faster. "Need more, water," she replied as she desperately looked around. She looked down from the railing and jumped into the water without any gear.
"Of course." he said with a sigh and went in after her.
She drank and drank water until she felt sick from drinking salt water. She swam up to the ladder and onto the deck. She shivered as she dropped water everywhere. "Whoops," she muttered.
"Well that hurt." He said referring the multiple cuts and bruises.
"Ooooh, I don't feel so well," she replied with a pale face.
"Yea salt water will do that, can you walk?"
"Alright." he said and injected her with something. "It'll stop the effects for a small while." He explained.
Mimi got up, cautiously and smiled slightly. "Um, thanks I guess," she replied.
"This only last for an hour." He said.
"So what am I going to do about this?" She asked herself quietly.
"I am going to get a few things ready you do whatever you want just don't go swimming." He said.
((gtg))
((gtg))
"Okay," she replied quietly. ((See ya))
John sighed walking onto the deck puffing on his pipe staying stoic looking out at the sea.
Mimi was currently tanning on deck, noticing his tense expression. She walked over to where he was, fixing her bikini before speaking up. "What's wrong?" She asked him as she stood next to him.
"It's too quiet out there." He murmured staring at the sea.
"Don't like the peace and serenity?" She asked him with a smirk, "Is it making you go mad?"
"No, it's the calm before a storm." He said looking at her.
"What's wrong with a little rain? Are you afraid of storms?" She asked him as she crossed her arms.
"No but there never a good storm for a ship." He told her with a sigh.
She put her back to the railing, shifting her sunglasses down to look at him. "Relax. Do you just worry yourself sick everyday?" She asked him with a mischievous smile.
"Most." He said and looked at the sky worriedly. "And bye the way I generally don't relax." He murmured as he continued to smoke the pipe.
"Oh, come on. Tell me that the pipe you're smoking doesn't release some stress," she said as she massaged his back, "and that this massage doesn't help at all."
"Well you correct it does help but it's more of a habit then anything dear." He muttered and sighed.
"Can I have one?" She asked with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes looking at her.
"What?" She asked, a confused expression taking over her face.
"Nothing I was just trying to get the smirk off your face." He said still quite tense.
She frowned and shook her head. "Whatever. I try to have a little fun, but...it's whatever," she said as she walked back to the chair, going back to her silent, tanning state.
"I'm not quite in the mood." He muttered with a sigh.
He rolled his eyes again looking at the still waters with worry before standing up.
Her eyes shifted to look at him underneath the dark sunglasses.
"Unless I'm just paranoid." He said chucking to himself.
"I've been meaning to ask you something." He said looking at her.
"When you bordered the ship did you leave anyone behind?" He asked
She sat up and went silent. "Yes. I left my brother," she whispered quietly, "did you?"
"No, that's why I came on here." He said.
"Didn't you say you were also the doctor?" She asked him.
"No, I just forgot. We haven't talked in awhile is all," she replied as she stood up and walked back towards him, "why do you close yourself away from everyone?"
