In the moment, it felt like a gift; a clear night sky with steady wind. A rocky shoreline was on the horizon, a new stretch of land in need of transporters. Mercer was living a dream, one heād had since first memory; an unexplainable call that ebbed and flowed like a gentle tide as if guiding him towards the boundless ocean. It wasnāt until his exile from the manor and after being turned down by countless other crews that he found one welcoming him with open arms despite his inexperience and condition.Ā
His deafness wasnāt one of medical origin, but magical. There was no constant ringing. Sound wasnāt muffled or distorted. There was nothing. Silence, full and complete, forever marked a traitor to those that raised and molded him.
Over the months, theyād all become like family to him, in it for the love of the sea and travel rather than the coin.Ā
Later, heād wonder if perhaps that was the first problem.
Tink.
Mercer leaned against a rail, his fingers hooked around it more for ālisteningā rather than balance as the vibrations from the hull ran through his joints. Heād have been lying if he had said it was only for the promise of exploration that he was journeying with them. Some nights, he may have even believed it himself but the reality was he was searching. Trying to stay one step ahead of those that outcast him in a quest for knowledge and what better place to find it than the Dragon Isles?
Ayla sat near the bow, braiding a length of rope only to undo it and start all over again, keeping her hands busy as they prepared to dock soon. Through the lantern light, she caught him looking, giving an exaggerated tug of the line, pulling it tight with a grin which caused Mercer to smile back.Ā
Theyād been practically inseparable since heād joined, spending many long nights in each others company with a platonic fondness for one another. Her mind and heart had a calm and stillness that oftentimes reminded him of his brother before everything had gone to shit and so he clung to her like a buoy. Not just to keep himself afloat when the tempest of his past came battering his thoughts around but as a reminder for why he had chosen this path. Why he committed his days to saving someone that currently wanted him in the grave.
Leoris stood off to the side, explaining something with wide, sweeping gestures while waiting for the call to raise sail. Another one of his grand tales, Mercer figured. The small group surrounding him hollered with shoulders that bobbed and shoved into one another. He couldnāt hear the laughter but he could still feel the warmth and rhythm of it all, something he had come to love.
ā¦Tink.
An unfamiliar pulse had him looking around, trying to place its origin but Ayla had drifted to his side, gently tapping his arm for his attention. āYouāre brooding again,ā she said, half teasing, to which Mercer snorted and rolled his eyes as she passed over a cup of something bitter. āIām supervising,ā he insisted, taking the cup with a gloved hand and raising it in thanks.
āOh, right, right. Excuse me, I forg-ā
Tinktink.
He looked away with that sensation again, the reverberation working its way through the soles of his boots and into his knees while unease washed over him. Perhaps he was overreacting. No one else seemed to be paying it much mind.Ā
Tinktinktinktinkti-
Finally, that vibration was recognizable to him.Ā
The anchor chain.Ā
Werenāt they dropping it a little early?Ā
The crew's collective panic hit him like a freight, paralyzing and pinning him in place as what was once familiar suddenly turned violent as the chain ran. Links moved at an abnormal speed, tearing through the hawse until it came to an abrupt stop, chain rattling taut. The deck lurched as if the ship had been yanked by the throat, nearly throwing Mercer off his feet.
The anchor had wedged itself into the jagged seabed, only to break free and send them off course. Even worse - the chain had started its sprint once again. Others had rushed to the windlass, trying to get it under control. Ayla had begun to dash over to help though Leoris was quick to lift his hands. The same hands that had told so, so many stories, were now urging them to stay away. Get back. Mercer grasped at the spine of her shirt, yanking her back towards him.
It all happened in a blink. The anchor found purchase again, except it didnāt hold this time. The vessel lurched as the housing was ripped straight from the deck in a lightless explosion of splintered planks, metal and bolts. The chain glided and whipped as if it were weightless, cutting through everything in its path before the entire fixture went over the side and was pulled beneath the waves, taking some of the crew and Leoris with it. Mercer felt himself yell. Whether it was words or just sound, heād never know.Ā
Chaos erupted and the ship began to list. It hadnāt just taken the housing but had torn an entire chunk out of the deck and hull. Not only were they taking on water but they were still full sail, now heading straight for the towering, rocky coast line of the Azure Span. Without Leorisā leadership, a few were already abandoning, leaping and taking their chances with frigid waters.Ā
At some point, Ayla had stumbled back into him and when he finally peered down over her shoulder, he saw red. A lot of red. Trembling hands were clutched over her stomach and her shoulders shook with what he could only assume were frantic sobs, having been impaled by fragments of the deck. Or maybe the housing? It didnāt matter.
Save her, save her, helphersaveher. Ā
He didnāt even think, moving on instinct as he pulled her close, looping an arm beneath one armpit, fingers settling against the opposite shoulder and gripping tightly while he led them to the edge and leapt, plunging into the waters. Heād never swam so hard in his life, trying to put as much distance as he could between them, the ship and those rocks as he fought the waves and currents on his back, dragging her along with him.
Mercer watched from a distance as one by one, the people he loved were pulled beneath the surface, slammed against stone and swallowed by the sea. One by one, he felt each death as their emotions were snuffed out. A few had seemed toāve accepted their fate but that did little to quell the absolute agony Mercer found himself in. Worst, still, was the woman bleeding out in his arms - not just physically. Her regret overwhelmed him, wrapping around his throat like a vice as he struggled to breathe and tread water.
āAyla,ā he rasped. What could he say? They both knew she was going to die. Too much blood had been lost and adrift as they were, there was no telling how long itād be before he could make it to a safer coast or if heād even make it at all. He pitched forward, righting himself to bob along with the surf, carefully turning her to face him. Mercer felt her speaking but without the lanterns it was entirely too dark for him to make out the words and his heart wrenched.
Refusing to release her even for a moment, he used his teeth to tear off one of his gloves and gently cradled the side of her face. It was the only thing he could do for her. Focusing on those long nights and longer conversations, he flooded her with the calm she always brought him. āIām sorry. Iām sorry, Iām so sorry,ā he whispered in repetition, a mantra heād keep repeating even after sheād long gone lifeless.
By the time rescue came, everyone was lost. Aylaās body would be the only one recovered for a long while as he had never let her go. Mercer would later find out the ship had been in desperate need of repairs and had skipped numerous safety systems. Officially, a faulty windlass would be blamed but he couldnāt help the feeling that if he had been able to place those vibrations, ones he felt long before anyone had heard or seen anything, that maybe it couldāve been prevented. Heād come to terms with that. Probably. What would always stick with him, however, was that the shrapnel had been meant for him.Ā
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