Ocean Blue returns! I know that it's been a long while since there has been a chapter, but the story is back. If this is your first time reading, please take a moment to read the other chapters first. :)
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Anne sat in Philip's chair, staring at the bolted door in fear. She had never been in a storm such as this and the sound of the huge ship groaning did little to put her mind at ease. Katherine stood next to the large pains of glass that over looked the ocean, her demeanor calm as she ran her hands over the dress. She smiled to herself, hearing a tiny voice in the back of her head screaming at her brother to let her help as the storm raged around the Ocean Blue.
"What was that?" Anne squealed, hearing the sound of splintering wood and the cries of the crew just outside as water began seeping through the bottom of the door. "Dear God in heaven, we're not going to survive this." She whimpered, crying into her hands as Katherine turned from the windows and started for the small porthole that looked out over the deck.
She could see men struggling in the rush of water, so much worse than any storm she had ever seen in her life at sea. Ropes flung across the deck as they struggled to keep the ship on course and from harm's way. In the dim light, Katherine could see the mast bending in the high winds, splinters of wood chipping away and flying into the air. "The mast is breaking." She whispered, turning back to look at Anne, her eyes full of concern. A mast was made of thick, sturdy wood and it wasn't suppose to bend in the way that it was. She had to do something. Katherine was quick into action, hurrying across the cabin to Philip's closet where there were coils of rope stored. She quickly picked up as many as she could carry, winding them around her arms.
"Is that bad?" Anne asked, looking at Katherine as she coiled the rope over her arm as fast as she could and started for the door.
"It's very bad." She stated as she started for the doors, sliding the bolt out of place. "Without a mast we'll flounder. If it pierces the hold, then we'll sink." Even speaking those words made her heart sink to the bottom of her toes. They couldn't allow that to happen. "Listen to me, Anne. Bolt the door and stay here. It's no place for you out there."
Katherine reached out a shaky hand and unbolted the cabin door, the wind ripping it from her hand as the ship tipped dangerously to one side. She felt her shoes sliding across the deck and she grabbed onto the doorframe for support as she heard a cry of surprise from Anne as the chair she was sitting in began to slide across the floor with a high pitched squeal.
Katherine's heart beat hard in her chest as she struggled back upright, looking out over the dark deck to the raging winds and water that awaited her. She had to help. There was no other choice. She slammed the door to the cabin shut behind her and hurried out into the rain.
In the confusion that was taking place, no one seemed to notice the slender figure that was slipping between them. Whether it was a rope that suddenly appeared in the right place at the right time or the extra set of hands that had come out of nowhere, no one really noticed that it was Katherine. Well, didn't notice her until a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the waist and jerked her away from the rope line that she was holding, stalking back towards the cabin.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" She heard Philip's voice growl in her ear, making her shiver in the cold rain at the possessiveness.
She squirmed in his arms, finally getting free just enough to drag her slippers across the rough wood and stop his path to the cabin. She found herself looking into eyes that had been shadowed by the night and rain, staring back at her with a mixture of concern, fear, and the most intense type of anger that she'd ever known. "Philip..." She began, squealing as he grabbed her by the upper arms and started to shake her.
"Are you insane? Do you not see that we're in the middle of a storm?" He raged at her, incensed by the fact she'd put herself in this kind of danger. To punctuate his words, lightning lit up the waves and thunder raced across the sky, as if God were agreeing with him.
"Philip, I grew up on a ship. I know exactly what I'm doing!" She shouted back at him, her red-haired fury being stoked by the anger in his eyes. Before she could speak again, the ship tipped violently as a wave of salt water crashed over the deck. Philip grabbed her tight around the waist and grabbed hold of the nearest thing that was stationary, holding on for dear life as he heard his men shouting back and forth for some sort of assistance.
Katherine's head was tucked against Philip's chest, her hands curled tightly in the soaked fabric of his tunic as she trembled slightly. She might have grown up on a ship, but she'd never seen a storm with a fury such as this. She didn't know what it was that kept her from returning to Anne and the cabin. Maybe it was stubborn pride, but all she knew was that she had to help them. She pulled her head back slightly to stare into his green eyes.
"Admit that you need my help!" Katherine shouted over the howling winds to Philip, watching as his eyes flashed an emotion that wasn't quite panic or fear. Was it acceptance that she finally saw on his face? "You need all the help you can get."
Philip's jaw tightened as he thought, knowing that she was right, but cringing at the thought of putting her in danger just to suit his own needs. "You are infuriating, beauty." He murmured, loosening his grip on her waist as he pointed off towards a group of men, lead by Albert, who were trying to use their strength to straighten the mast again. "Help them." He said, giving her a slight push in that direction as he stalked off across the deck, shouting orders as he went.
Katherine smiled in triumph, scurrying off to help with anything that she could. She noticed a few of the crew giving her long glances out of the corner of their eyes, probably cursing her for being a woman since women were such bad luck. In the end, it didn't really matter as the extra set of hands that she afforded was greatly needed.