#jacopportman

I dont know their ship name but as promised a very late scribbel of drawings after artblock🥲

This is fanfiction where Abe got a peculiar child, and since in canon Franklyn felt like Abe neglected them, this a story from Franklyn's perspective and a dribble of a comic that was drawn before this short story was written and is not finished. Next story will be from Alice's point of view

Disclaimer: Forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes, as English is not my first language. And if this story is shit, I aslo apologize. And im not good at drawing from perspectiv or bodies, so my drawings are also not the best

Franklyn POV

As long as I can remember, Dad has always loved Alice more than me and Susan.

Why? To this day I still wonder.

He would often bring Alice with him on his many trips. I remember I would beg Dad to bring me too, and that just ended in disaster and nightmare for a month, yet he kept bringing Alice with him.

Alice, father‘s favorite. What was so special about Alice? What could she do that we couldn't? She was weird, she had peculiar opinions and did strange things.

When I was younger I was so jealous of Alice and all the attention dad gave her. In a way, I still am, even as an adult. The way Dad mourned her, I can't help to wonder if he would mourn me and Susan as much if we died.

Still, I do regret how I treated her when we were younger. Mocery, pettiness, and resentment. Mocking her for being dad's favorite when I myself wished even an ounce of that attention. Not helping her when she asked, and resenting her for taking Dad's attention and love.

She and Dad have always been quite… Peculiar. I guess that's what they had in common. Or perhaps me and Susant just weren't good enough.

Then when she was 16 she suddenly left for France, apparently having enough of Dad and his ways, whatever that meant. Parts of me can't help to wonder if I too was a reason for her leaving. Years later I got news of her death, but the strange thing was that I didn't feel as much sadness or grief as I should.

Sure she was my baby sister but to me Dad and Alice were strangers. A sad thing to realize but it's the truth. My father the man who was supposed to be my role model and hero, was a man I felt only had children because he had to, to compensate for his family. And Alice my baby sister, the one I as a big brother was supposed to protect and keep safe. They say her death was a tragic accident, that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My sister was killed in a freak accident still I don't feel anything. She was my sister yet I didn't even know her, not really.