#fjott

Having a deep and meaningful connection with a single person was hard to come by, but eight? Well, sometimes it was overwhelming. However, there was no denying that Fjord felt the strongest connection to Nott. She was married, but they still made it work and he husband was surprisingly supportive of their…arrangement.

They had never met before for real but it didn’t take away the special relationship they shared. Fjord had grown up an orphan and mostly alone, so having this family now meant more to him than he felt comfortable admitting.

He had gotten a job as a sailor and they had gotten into a spot of trouble. Right now that didn’t matter. Pirates had boarded and insisting they had their contraband. Fjord was holed up down below where the canons and gun powder were but he was pinned down by thugs with guns. His heart was racing and he mentally shouted as loud as he could out to Nott.

The mental scream shocked her out her sleep, sitting up and panting heavily as it took a moment for her mind to register what exactly what was going on. Being in different time zones was quite irritating at times. She carefully got out of bed, so as to not disturb her husband sleeping by her side.

It didn’t take long to make the connection between them more concrete and be able to see through his eyes. She began helping him guide through making a small bomb out of the gun powder and other items around the around the area. ‘No not that!’ She couldn’t help the shriek in her voice when Fjord almost grabbed the wrong thing but quickly corrected even before the mental warning finished.

‘Are you sure this is gonna work?’ It wasn’t that Fjord doubted Nott, he just did not like the idea of blowing up his own ship. An annoyed huff in his head was the only response he got. ‘Right.’ He lit the fuse and threw the bomb as far away from himseld as possible and promptly began running the other way.

The explosion, while localized and small, was still in the hull of the ship. It wasn’t sinking fast, but now there was even more chaos and danger into a situation that already had too much of both.

His ears were ringing and he was a little steady on his feet, but he could still feel Nott and it brought him comfort and guidance.

Despite the distance between them, the explosion was just as real to her as it was to Fjord. Nott had moved to the kitchen and took a drink to help steel her nerves. ‘Keep moving. Get off the ship!’

The ship was an absolute madhouse, as crew mates and pirates alike began to panic and abandon ship. Fjord was not the most graceful and the ship was listing and dipping, so that didn’t help much either. He did more tripping than anything but eventually he found himself back on the deck. There was screaming and running all around.

By the time he had gotten up top, the lifeboats that were still functional had been taken. There was little other choice but to jump at this point.

‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Nott hissed at him. There had to be a better way. It was hard to tell if the panic and fear she was feeling now was of Fjord or her own anxiety for his well being. A combination of both, most likely. She took another drink.

‘I don’t see any other way outta this! ‘msorry.’ Fjord dove with expertise and went under the water. It wasn’t storming, but he was in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. Maybe if he could swim to one of the lifeboats nearby.

The bottle she was drinking from was almost empty now as she watched Fjord swim.

‘I wish you wouldn’t...’ The thought was practically mumbled. He couldn’t help but worry about her alcoholism. And right now, it wasn’t helping him.

‘It helps me!’ She argued, unable to hide the anger rising now.

This was not the time to be arguing so he let it go for now. Fjord focused on the objective at hand, but he just couldn’t swim fast enough to get to a lifeboat and trying to yell for attention only left him coughing up seawater. He was a strong swimmer but even so he could only last so long before he began getting tired. ‘Will you stay with me?’ It was selfish but he could use the comfort.

‘Of course.’ Nott was smart and was trying to think of other ways to help, but she couldn’t come up with anything else. Was she going to have to watch him die? ‘I put the bottle down.’

Fjord smiled. ‘I know. Thank ya kindly.’ She loved hearing that drawl of his, even if it wasn’t real. Might as well humor her one last time.

They fell silent after that. No words needing to be spoken. They basked in each other’s presence, finding comfort and love there.

That was until Nott lost the connection and crumbled to her knees on the floor. “Fjord...” She whispered his name out loud, glared at the near empty bottle at this point, before picking it up and throwing it against the wall in absolute rage.