😢
It was mid-day, April 11. By now, passengers had found activities to keep themselves occupied, and the staterooms were largely unoccupied. While Jack was social and enjoyed people, he was also reserved by nature, and had been very tired today. Maybe he was coming down from all the excitement from winning his way home, traveling aboard the newest ship in the world- a luxury for even the world’s most elite men. Maybe he was excited… and haunted.. by the thought of finally going back home.
In any case, when he opened the stateroom to settle in for a quick nap, he hadn’t expected the to see the crying figure @littlebirdbluebird
She.
Was.
Scared.
To.
Death.
Bluebird had NOT meant to end up stuck on a BOAT. In the MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN. The tiny little girl was painfully aware that she had NO chance of getting out of this. She could not swim well to start with. There was no way she was swimming that far. Fish would eat her. Frankly, she was more likely to get snapped up by a seagull, which made her very much not want to be outside.
Overwhelmed by her situation, and being painfully aware of her odds, she'd broken down in tears. And then things got exponentially worse. A giant middle finger from fate. A human was now in the room. Looking directly at her. Was there even a point to trying to run? Hide? The Borrower tried anyway. Bluebird bolted for the underside of a fancy looking... Chair? Sofa? Why did it matter? She was about to die, most likely. She curled up into the smallest ball she could.














