Seeing the small island suddenly appearing, when before they had been on open sea, with nothing even remotely near, was quite strange...
But not unwelcome. The ship needed to be repaired, otherwise they would not be able to take the fight back to the Kraken.
"HELMSMAN!" Helbrecht called out.
No answer came. This was not like that girl...
Looking around, scrutinizing the individual faces of the pirates working in the bucket-line, Kairi was not under them.
Helbrecht searched what remained of the upper deck, crimson visor sweeping around, until finally...
She had been catapulted against a wood, a thin trail of blood running from her open mouth.
"KAIRI!" the knight's voice called out again, and again no reply.
If one had listened to the booming voice, one might have deduced a measure of worry.
Regardless, the knight walked over to her, the slightest bit of waver in his stride, what with his broken ribs and damaged back.
Upon reaching her, he kneeled down, back held straight, as he inspected her for further injuries, till he judged that she was still alive, and would most likely recover, at least from a surface-observation, he was not a doctor, after all.
As such, he picked the slight girl up, walked over the main deck and entered what remained of his quarters, before setting her down on what he had long ago judged as his 'bed', which still was only a wooden framework, but still held her that her rest would be a little more comfortable than on the ship's floor and burning air.
Returning to his position behind the ship's steering wheel, while entirely ignoring the questioning glances some of the crew threw at him, he took control over the ship, of which the main mast was still functioning, and began to navigate the
Devil's Secret toward the strange island.
Love to the loveless, mercy to the merciless.
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