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Lara and Elizabeth 3
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Elizabeth
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May 12, 2014 07:14PM
It wasn't like she was planning on going down tjere again anytime soon. She frowned after him for a moment, thinking about the one thing Denver had said about the captain before shakimg her head, leaning over the rail as she looked out at the water.
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Jame reached the top deck and took the wheel, trying to focus on the sea, but his eyes kept drifting somewhere else... somewhere he knew he shouldn't be focusing.
((hm. Yeah. You could have her come talk to him if you want.))
((Don't know what I'd have her say though...maybe more people on the sjip start getting sick?))
((sure. He's dying too, just so you know ;) ))
((They better find a way to save him ;)))
((haha, they will I'm sure. So just have her notice that people look sick then?))
((And she starts getting a bit sick herself?))
((If you want to. Unless you want her to take care of Jame ;) ))
Since she was off duty now she headed down below decks to where the crew slept, hoping to catch a couple hours of sleep herself. There were already some other members from the crew down there, not all of them looking that great, but at the moment Adella didn't think much of it.
Jame practically sprinted into his cabin and to the mirror, his eyes wandered over himself and they widened. "Crap!" His hand reached up to gingerly trace across the bluish grey patch of skin. It almost looked like a bruise, but he knew better. Grabbing his bottle out of the cupboard, he took out two pills this time and hastily swallowed them.
((So what is this sickness exactly?))
((A disease, or a plague. It makes your blood weak, which is why the bruises are showing up on Jame. Eventually the heart can't function anymore.))
((Want to skip to the next day? Adella notices that its a bit worse the next day? Says something? And whats stopping her from getting it?))
((Sure :) And maybe its because she refuses to drink rum, and there's something wrong with the rum or something that causes the disease?))
((idk...when he first met her she was drinking.))
((True, but she might have avoided it to keep from getting drunk when there were so many men around. But is also only affecting some of the crew, and not all of them, so she could just be one of the lucky ones.))
((Maybe she just doesn't drink it as often or as much of it as the men do to avoid getting drunk. She didn't drink enough for it to really effect her?))
((Sure. That sounds good. You continue?))
Even though he had just swallowed those ghastly pills, he still felt sick to his stomach. Something was wrong, and he knew very well that it wasn't good. He swayed a little and tried to stagger towards the door, breathing heavily. Everything took so much more effort than it should...
When Adella got up that next morning and started to head back up on deck she noticed some of the people from the night before were still in the same spot down below. Huh. That was odd. They should have been up on deck before her. But they still didn't look that great...something was going on. She wasn't exactly sure what it was though.
Jame had fallen against the door last night, and had drifted off to sleep where he was, too weak to move. He woke up and tried to stand, just that motion making him feel like he had run a marathon. Why is everything so bloody hard to do? He thought to himself, trying to open the handle of his door, which again, took more strength than it should.
Adella was on deck again, arms crossed as she looked around. There were a few others who didn't look that great eithrr, but others looked fine.
Jame stumbled outside and onto deck, swaying precariously. Walking painfully slowly, he made his way over to the rail, where he leaned on it and tried to breathe normally.
When she saw him her eyes widened a bit and she let out a curse. He definitly didn't look too good..... "Captain!" She called as she made her way across the ship over to where he was. "What's going on? Whats wrong with you? the others?"
Jame grimaced. He was panting heavily, even though he had only walked a short distance. "Virus." He wheezed. "Deadly virus." He was feeling very lightheaded suddenly, and he leaned all his weight on the rail, his legs threatening to give out.
Deadly virus? Was the whole crew going to get sick then? Were they all going to die out here? God she hoped not. She wasn't ready to yet... "Is there anything that can be done about it?" She asked, no idea what to do. She waned to help...to do something and not just sit there but what? She didn't know anything sicknesses that were common out here. And the last person she'd seen get sick...she pushed the thoughts of her mother away before she could think about it.
Jame nodded weakly. "There is a weed that cures it. Unfortunately, we are in uncharted waters, and I have no idea where the nearest island is." He said honestly. "And even if we found an island, who know if it would be growing there." He grimaced and slumped to his knees. "Tell Jack he's going to have to take over for a while." He whispered.
She bit her lip, not sure what she should do. What she could do. They had to at least try to find this weed....
((not exactly sure what to say here lol, as Jame can't really do anything by himself, and he just fell over, so he's not going to be saying or doing much.... :P))
((maybe she says something, or helps him up again?))
She cursed, moving forward to try to help him back to his feet. "We should try to find the weed at least." She said, her mind racing a bit now. "Would the ship's doctor be able to do anything about this?" She questioned. She might not fully trust everyone on the crew but she did trust him. She wasn't going to let anyone on this ship die if she could help it.
Jame nodded, trying desperately to stand as she helped him. "We will search for it." He agreed. He just knew that there was no promise of finding it. "I do not know what he could do to help without that plant, but we could ask him for how to make those who are sick most comfortable." He offered, finally standing with her help.
She didn't say anything as she helped him over to one of the barrels on deck to sit down. She didn't like this. This useless feeling. It was all too familiar from when her mother had gotten sick. If they could find that plant though..... "I'll go get the ship's doctor. See what he says." Nest time they saw land they had to find this plant....
Jame nodded slowly, sighing. "Alright." He agreed, sitting heavily on the barrels. He wasn't in much of a state to argue with anyone. His head was pounding and gravity seemed three times stronger.
She bit her lip for a moment as she stepped away, running off below deck to see if she could find the ship's doctor there. Just how many people were sick? What if they all got sick? She wasn't ready to die just yet...
The doctor was already downstairs, adjusting crew members to try and help them, applying cold rags to their foreheads, making sure they had eaten and gotten enough to drink. He didn't even notice when Adella came downstairs.
She swallowed nervously as she took in the scene. Did all these people have the virus? "Sir?" She said to the doctor, staying near the door. "The captain is sick as well....is there any chance that we might be able to find the plant we need if we find any land out here?"
The doctor kept up his work as Adella talked, not for one second pausing what he was doing. "There is a chance. It is fairly common on the southern islands, but we are far from there, so I do not know what we will find." He said honestly. "Pray we find the cure." He looked up at her then, straightening and cracking his back. "You should get the captain to his bed, make sure he stays there. He needs to stay cool, and have plenty of food and water." He instructed, before turning back to his patients.
She gave the doctor a nod as she turned to leave. Pretty basic instructions but it was something she could do, it'd been about all she could do for her mother...She shook her head, again trying to dislodge the memories. She didn't have time to think about that right now....They would find the plant though....they had to.... She made her way back to where she'd left the captain on the barrels. "The doctor says you need to get to your bed and stay there..."She reported.
Jame raised an eyebrow. "With so many people sick? I think not. I am supposed to be the last man standing, not the first one down." He said stubbornly, fully intent on staying where he was so he could captain his ship.
"But sir...." She trailed off, biting her lip, not sure it was such a good idea to argue with the captain of all people but..... "If you go lay down now at least you have a better chance of getting better and being able to command your ship longer than if you stay up now.....besides, Jack can take care of everything for a bit at least right?"
Jame thought about that for a long while. It made sense, as much as he hated to admit it. Besides, he could feel his head swimming. "Ok." He agreed reluctantly. "But only for a short while." He added, before starting to wobble off towards his cabin.
At least that was something. She thought to herself, glad that he wasn't being completely stubborn at least. She stayed nearby while he went to his cabin, ready to help him if need be. "I'll go see if I can get some extra food or water for ya." She said once he was there. As she went back on the main part of the deck she quickly scanned over the water, hoping some land came in sight soon. ((Hey Lara, I'm trying to become more detailed and I know you are, think you could help push me a bit?))
((yeah, for sure. I'll try my best :) ))Jame managed to stagger all the way to his cabin, kicking the door open with his boot as he practically fell on the bed, panting. But he refused to admit to himself that he was weak. No. He was not one to give up and just surrender to anyone or anything. He would keep fighting as long as he was able, and in this case, that might be a problem. He sat up, scooting to the headboards where he leaned against them, trying to stop the spinning in his head. Nodding slowly to her as she left, he managed to reply, "Alright." With a cracked voice.
