Alone

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Spencer

Hearing my name pass through her lips almost lifted some of the weight from my chest. I turned to her, those grey eyes dancing in the light of my cabin.
"You think I'd let you die?" Both a question and a joke.
"Well for a moment I thought maybe you found it a good thing." She fidgeted slightly, seemingly reaching for something before realizing it wasn't there.
"You traded your freedom for your brother. That's something not everyone would do. I admire that. And I don't let things I admire slip through my fingers that easily." Slipping, the mask was slowly starting to slip.
"Hmm." She nodded and played with a bit of loose hair. "You should rest."
"Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?" My lips curled into a smirk as I looked back at her.
"Well judging by the fact I've been in your bed for the past day and a half, you have slight bags under your eyes and you're wincing at every movement because you can't sleep properly sitting in a chair." She clicked her tongue slightly, her eyes turning slightly stormy as she looked at me.
"You are stubborn aren't you?" I leaned back in the chair I had indeed been in.
"Less stubborn, more observant." She shrugged sliding her legs off the bed and into her boots.
"Hmm whatever you say Jewel." She rolled her eyes at the nickname and she merely waved away the hand I offered as she stood, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her neck.
"Sleep. I'll tell Ella." She said nothing else as she walked out.
I pulled off my boots, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. There was something about that girl. Something I couldn't quite figure out. There was a fire in her heart that couldn't be put out. One more thing I admired about her. One more thing that make me want to keep her alive at any possible cost.

Lilah

I stopped to let Ella know the capt- Spencer, was resting. I could feel the crews eyes on me as I walked to my cabin. Not bad for someone who had almost drowned if I do say so myself. I pushed open the door and looked inside. Everything was exactly how it had been when I was last in here. With the exception of one thing. The sketchbook and pencils I had been gifted, a note on a small bit of paper placed on top.

In case you still wanted these- The Captain

Hmm. I picked up the sketchbook and one of the pencils, thinking for a moment before starting a sketch of someone whose face I had memorized. I curled my shoulders forward slightly, shading the simple sketch. I set the open sketchbook on the small desk in the room, dropping the pencils in the drawer. Looking at the paper showed me a face I wouldn't soon forget. The face of the male who had saved my life. The face of the male that made the deal that got my brother off this ship. The face of the captain.