[ Nothing really rips you out of your dark and twisting thoughts about your own mortality... like somebody hurling over the edge of the ferry, right where you were standing only a few seconds ago.
Allie's lantern knocks against the edge of the deck as she stumbles out of the way. Her face twisting with disgust and sympathy, though that's probably more for her own rebelling stomach. At the sound of him retching beside her, she forces herself to look away. A shaky hand coming up to cover her own mouth as if it will keep the last meal she ate from coming back up.
It's only when the sound stops that she forces herself to look back. The grimace still etched across her features as she tries to make him out under the glow of the moonlight and the light cast from her lantern. The bubble of laughter that spills past her lips is jarring to her own ears. Something close to surprise wiping away her disgust before it shifts closer to chagrin. ]
I - Sorry. Sorry, it's just. [ Clearing her throat to suppress the laughter that still wants to rise up. ] You're a seasick sailor. That's not exactly something you see every day.
[ The light not quite enough for her to make out blood on his collar and mess that's been made of his face. ]
Ahoy Beacon
Allie's lantern knocks against the edge of the deck as she stumbles out of the way. Her face twisting with disgust and sympathy, though that's probably more for her own rebelling stomach. At the sound of him retching beside her, she forces herself to look away. A shaky hand coming up to cover her own mouth as if it will keep the last meal she ate from coming back up.
It's only when the sound stops that she forces herself to look back. The grimace still etched across her features as she tries to make him out under the glow of the moonlight and the light cast from her lantern. The bubble of laughter that spills past her lips is jarring to her own ears. Something close to surprise wiping away her disgust before it shifts closer to chagrin. ]
I - Sorry. Sorry, it's just. [ Clearing her throat to suppress the laughter that still wants to rise up. ] You're a seasick sailor. That's not exactly something you see every day.
[ The light not quite enough for her to make out blood on his collar and mess that's been made of his face. ]