#ANYWAYS LOVE YOUUU and not much proofreading bc oof I'm busy and love to see your feedback and need to get this out now before

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

The Girl in The Blue Dress

Chapter 14: Joining the Crew 

@megatraven I never realized that I’ve never really said what Rose’s accent is. I wanted to say that it’s Greek :)). This whole story is kinda centered around Greek mythology (even if it’s a little twisted to my fantasy) so most likely everyone will have a Greek accent. And thank you Meg for helping me describe Rose’s outfit♥! And I do not know much about ships and just let my imagination take control. Plus, I hope you read to the end bc I love the ending because foreshadowing and I’ve been desperately trying to write that part for awhile so yeah. And not much proofreading. And sorry it’s so long LOL-

Apollo looked at the person and he saw that they had green eyes, blonde hair poking out of the black hood, and a smile on their face. But before they could stare anymore, a voice called out. “Ellie! Don’t scare the poor man!” Ellie sighed and got up and walked somewhere. He felt a bit better, so he finally could manage to sit up. He sat up and looked at his surroundings and saw that he wasn’t in a home or on any type of ground, he was on a ship. Panicked, he turned to the other side of him to see he was still at the ship dock. He knew it was the same place because the castle is the same, but farther. “How did I get all the way over here?” 

“Well, you were poisoned and I dragged you here,” a woman said at his side. He turned to the side and saw Rose standing up and looking down at him, but she wasn’t wearing a mask this time and wearing something that really resembled pirate gear. She's got a leather corset over her brown vest, with a sheer, white undershirt with leather, light brown cuffs just above her wrists. Two buckles are drawn over the top of her corset, and a baldric over her waist that holds her dagger. She looked very intimidating, yet she had a nice smile on her face. “I’m not that surprised,” he said with a quiet laugh. Rose’s face changed to a worried look. “Yeah. You said you were new, so people will take advantage of that. They’re all cruel,” she said with her face changing to an angry look. “Well, you will possibly be weak for a little while, so I hope you don’t mind staying with us.” Her face went to a neutral look and waited for an answer. Apollo was going to think about it, but if they were truly going to hurt him, he could fight back, and he didn’t want to get himself hurt worse because of the poison. Then his thoughts went back to his friend and he really didn’t want to somehow spread to him (if that’s even possible). When he realized he was staring, he smiled and nodded his head.

“Sure, why not?” She smiled and nodded in response. She then held out a hand for him and he took it and was really surprised at her strength. Rose was not necessarily weak, but to pick up a man his size? Made him really impressed and he noted that he shouldn’t go against her. She turned to the side and moved her hand from one side to another, showing him her crew. Some were sitting or standing and talking, some working on tying the ropes to something, working on the sails, some looking or tinkering with their weapons, and some disappearing down into the inner ship. “I don’t have as many as other captains do, but these are people I trust with everything in me, so I keep them here and we explore the seas!” Her voice rose in excitement and she seemed truly excited about this ship, and it spread to him. “I’ve never really been out to the seas before.”

The only time he’s ever really heard about the ocean and its creatures was when Poseidon managed to find him and tell him tales of the ocean. He did find the tales interesting, even if almost all of them were dangerous, and he liked the sound the waves were making. Rose leans forward with her hands clasped behind her back and turns only her head to look at him. “So, you said you wanted to stay? You will have to do work, be prepared to possibly fight, share a room with a few people, and be ready for anything. Apollo looked in her eyes and saw her smugness of testing his patience, or maybe even trying to make him scared, but he didn’t back down. He’s seen too many things already and knows how to handle almost everything. Apollo’s mouth formed a smirk and lifted one eyebrow. “You trying to scare me off?” Rose straightened her back and turned to him, her playfulness gone. “Maybe, but I’m also warning you. The seas are dangerous for anyone and I don’t want people to regret joining me, and not know what they’re getting into.” 

Apollo found her genuine concern sweet and kept his eyes locked with hers as he nodded. “I’m ready for it. But I might need some training with swords and daggers, I’m not too sharp on that.” Rose lets out a little chuckle and smiles at him. She quiets down and holds out her hand and he shook it without hesitation. Rose crosses her arms and points towards the ship floor, “Well, how about we get started immediately? You’re still a little weak, and I do not want to push your limits, so I’ll just show you the gestures.” She grabs her dagger from her side and moves it between her fingers in a fast gesture and it ends up in a tight grip with the tip facing the sky. Apollo feels a little excited at the opportunity and agrees to follow her. She walks over to a door that’s attached to the floor, lifts it up, and guides him down a ladder that leads to an empty room that has many weapons. Some small, some huge, some bows and arrows, some bottles filled with what looks like poison, and things to help someone if they’re injured. “Wow, you guys sure are prepared,” he let out a breathless laugh in awe. Rose turns to face him and gestures to the entire room. “It’s always better to be over prepared than under prepared,” she said with a cocky smile. “Anyways, I’m going to start you with a dagger,” her eyes seem to light up with excitement, “which is my specialty!” 

Rose walks over to the wall with weapons and picks up a dagger that looked like hers but only had a black hilt and a red stone in the middle of the hilt. She hands it to him and shows him how to properly hold it. “Now, you don’t want to hold it to close to you, but not too far from you. You have to get close to the enemy to land a critical strike, so you cannot give them a chance to grab it.” She walks very close to him and wraps his hand around the hilt with his fingers holding it and his thumb resting against the beginning of the actual dagger. “But don’t press your thumb too hard because you’ll hurt yourself and we do not want an infection.” She looked up at him with a neutral expression and looked like a teacher that is being patient with a student who has no idea what they’re doing, “Now, what did I just say?” He looks at her eyes and the blue once again captivates him and, since she’s so close, he manages to smell lavender and it distracts him for a moment. When he realizes he’s staring, again, he shakes his head and clears his throat, a blush spreading across his face from embarrassment. 

“I’m not supposed to hold the dagger too close but not too far, and hold it tight with my fingers but keep my thumb not heavily pressed on the actual blade,” he looked at her and saw her smiling. “Yes, that is correct. Now, I’m going to teach you one way of actually attacking,” she positions his arm so his left arm is twisted to the left, arm raised a little in the air, the dagger now facing the ground and titled slightly to the right. Now she moves his fingers to be on the hilt and not on the blade, and squeezes his hand so he will tighten his fingers. “Do you know what kind of attack this is?” He looked at the position and tried to think of different attacks a dagger could actually do, and she waited patiently. “It’s to stab someone? Cut them?” She does a slight smile and shrugs her shoulder. “You’re halfway right. This is used for cutting someone, but it is also used for a specific and bloody attack. This specific position is mainly used for stabbing someone in a vulnerable place, but it also used when you’re swiping the dagger to a side to cut someone in a quick way.” She moves behind him, grabs his hand, and moves it in a diagonal way, as if he is cutting someone invisible. “However, you could also use the previous position to also swipe cut someone, you can use either or.” He nods and she teaches him more ways of holding the dagger where he won’t hurt himself, won’t drop the blade, how to protect himself with even a small weapon like a dagger, but she ends it after a few hours.

“I will teach you more later, but this is how far I will go since you are still hurt from the poison. It will make you feel like you have a fever and I would not like for you to pass out,” she says with a smile, but a small worried look on her face. He nods and he suddenly realizes that he does feel a little dizzy, dying for water, and limbs feel a little limp and weak. “Oh, I really do need to rest,” he said as he ran his hand over his face. She laughed and ran her hand through her hair and sighs. “I do, too, but I can’t go to sleep just yet.” Despite her fatigue, she smiled and seemed excited to do something, so he decided to leave her be. “One of the rooms for the men is down this hallway,” she turns to the door behind her and points at it, “you’ll need to go down until you see doors on each side, and you need to take the second one on the left. I’m sure that one has room. I’ll get someone to bring you some water and food.” She smiled once more at him and did a little bow of her head and excused herself to go to the deck. He stared at the ladder she went up and got lost in his thoughts. He thinks of how she really was caring and patient, but he shakes his head after a moment because she probably acts like that to every new crew member. He begins to fall over for a moment but catches himself and realizes he really needs to go lay down, so he does. 

He goes down the hallway, finds the room, and lays down on the bottom bunk of one of the two bunk beds. The ship slightly swaying from the ocean manages to rock him to sleep and he only wakes when someone brings him food and water. 

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The next time he opens his eyes, he’s not where he expected to be. He wasn’t on the ship anymore, and he was still laying on his back, but it felt softer than the bed did, and he saw the stems of flowers surround him and the sky above him. He sat up and looked around and he was in a small flower area and saw a slim path in front of him. Plants and bushes surrounded the sides of the path and trees blocked his vision of any other sight other than the garden. He stood up and brushed some dirt off of him and turned around and saw something strange. He only saw the small flower field and nothing was beyond it. His head hurt when he looked at it because it was so bright and he realizes this isn’t real. It looked like a white void, but his attention shifted when he heard a voice singing. It was light pitched, quiet, and he heard footsteps somewhere in front of him. He begins to walk down the path and the voice is quiet, but slowly getting louder. Then, he sees a person in front of him as he walks. A girl with a dress was walking in front of him. 

The back of the dress had a white top that formed an X in the design, showing her shoulders and part of her arm. The white top ended at her waist, but before it ended, there was a golden corset that wrapped around her middle. The dress part was navy blue, and she had sleeves on each arm, but it looked like robe sleeves. The sleeves started a little above her elbow and ended at her wrist, it hanging down to almost the bottom of the dress, and he then notices she’s barefoot.  “That has to be a little inconvenient,” he thinks in his mind. He then looks up a bit and sees that her hair is a dark brown, it’s in a braid, and is going all the way down to her mid back. After he takes in her appearance, he focuses on her voice and is confused.

It sounds like Rose.

Is this Rose? Did she take him somewhere? Why is she walking away? What is she holding? Why is she so quiet? The questions go through his head, but then he hears a sound among her quiet singing: a cry. A cry comes from a baby and he sees her begin to rock the child, her singing stop and turning into quiet shushes. He can’t see her front and assumes it’s a child. What else could it be? He’s confused and tries to walk faster, but he can’t, as if he isn’t in control anymore. He then hears her speak in Greek, but it’s ancient Greek. It’s the Greek language type that only the Gods know , yet she speaks it fluently. No stutter, no incorrect words, and her Greek accent is strong. However, she stopped suddenly (he does too) and straightened her back and held the baby closer to her body, as if she is afraid they’re going to be taken away. He suddenly feels that way too, feels that something is coming, something...bad. He tries to turn around, but he can’t move and he watches as the woman slowly turns to face him, and the breath is stolen from his lungs when he sees her face.

It is Rose. Everything is the same. Her bright blue eyes, her freckles on her nose and cheek, the dark brown hair, the voice that was singing quietly seconds before, her facial features were the same, but he couldn’t focus on this reveal for long, because he saw her eyes widen, her lips slightly part with a gasp coming through, and fear showing her posture and face. The baby began to cry louder and she just stared at him, but it felt like her gaze was behind him. He wanted to turn, to see what was scaring her so bad, maybe try to fight it away, and he finally did get to turn around, but when he did he wished he didn’t. When he looked behind him everything was the same. The flowers, bushes, trees, and everything was the same, but then he heard a noise he hated. 

A scream rang out into the area, echoing in his head so loud to the point where he had to hold his hands over his ears. After a few moments, it stopped, and he turned back towards the woman, and saw no one. She was gone, the only thing left was a tiny spot of blood, and the white glow and peace began to fade from his mind. Fear, despair, and horror began to go through him a shudder went down his body, and the area disappeared and he heard another voice, but it was too deep and fast for him to even translate.

He woke up with a gasp and sat up in a hurry. However, he forgot he was in a bunk bed and he hit his head really hard, but that pain wasn’t as bad as the pain in his heart that he felt, but...

He doesn’t remember what caused it. 

HEHEH SO...The ending is something I’ve tried to write before in, like, a different story that is still connected to this story (I mean like a little tale not an actual chapter story), but then I decided, “Nah this is the PERFECT time to slip this in :’).” I hope this wasn’t too long and I hope you liked the ending because I finally was able to write what was in my mind correctly, kinda. But yeah hehe I hope you liked the little bit of fluff only to be destroyed at the end :’’’). And here’s the dress I had in mind. The girl is Yuna and she’s from Final Fantasy.