Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 43: Captain vs Captain

Keaton

Robbie hoisted me up onto the Persephone, and my eyes immediately scanned the damage on the deck.

“Pick,” I said shortly, looking at the masts that had been snapped, the shredded sails, and the piles of debris covered in seaweed.

I looked back over the railing at the sandbar where the Persephone had run aground, and then to the beach where two of the four skiffs had made it to shore.

“We didn’t take on much water, only in the engine room,” Robbie said, shaking his head, “Her hull is intact. We’re not sinking.”

“Good. That’s good,” I said through gritted teeth, “Drop the anchor. We’ll see how she floats at high tide.”

Robbie nodded and called out the command to the few crewmen who had followed us to the ship along the sandbar. They were all busy cleaning up the mess the storm had made.

We should be dead. All of us. The Persephone should have been laying on her side beneath several fathoms of water. We had gotten the younger crewmen and the women off the boat just in time. But not Maeve.

I saw Troy standing near the railing, looking out over the water. What could I possibly say to him right now?

“You should go back to shore,” I said as I stepped towards him, “She might have made it to the island. We were in the shallows when—”:

He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know. Absolute heartbreak, utter dread. He was covered in bruises and scratches. Deep cuts ran along his chest. He had a black eye and a deep purple bruise along his jaw. A bloodied nose.

He looked as though he had been through a meat grinder. Even his arm, the break in it which had only just begun to heal, was hanging limp at his side, bruises covering it from shoulder to wrist.

“Troy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he breathed, looking back over the water, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me. I lost three crewmen,”

“I lost Maeve.”

The words were biting, meant to be harsh. I swallowed, shaking my head as I turned away from him and walked along the deck, kicking at long pieces of rubbery seaweed as I went along.

Troy stood in the same spot for an hour before turning around and walking to the other side of the ship, disappearing over the railing and down a rope ladder we had unfurled.

“The boys are draining the water from the engine room and gathering whatever can be salvaged of the masts. The extra sails are water logged but are in perfect shape. She’s going to be seaworthy soon. Very soon.” Robbie came up beside me, pointing to the various men as they went about their tasks.

“You got this?” I asked, tilting my head towards Troy, who was walking along the sandbar towards the camp.

Aye, I do,” Robbie assured me regarding the ship.

“I need to make sure he doesn’t go into the jungle and kill himself,” I said shortly, snorting with mirth.

I climbed down the rope ladder, jumping down the last few feet and landing in the wet sand. At high tide, this whole area would be under water, but right now you could see the expansive reef and colorful fish that swam about, their scales reflecting off the sun.

However long we’d be here, we’d be able to eat at least, I thought, watching a very large crab scurry across the sand and disappear back into the water.

up to him. Troy quickened his pace, turning sharply away from camp as he continued along the sandbar. “I command you to stop!” I said sharply, breaking into a

up to him, he turned around,

on my knees as I

but–”

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flaming behind his eyes, “Go

Drown

blow to my lower jaw, the impact knocking me backward into the sand. I spit blood from my

said, spitting more

else you want

that you’re a stupid

grabbed my leg. swinging me like a rag doll and slamming me into the sand. I took a second to recover from the blow, then stood, rushing him

like this for a few minutes, the two of us beating the living hell out of each other for no reason other than we were alive and that we could. I had egged him on for a

out on me, I thought, just as he wrapped his arm around my

matter with you guys?” Myla. I strained my neck to the side and saw her approach, a long piece of driftwood in her hands, wielding it like a sword. Troy loosened

hands to his nose. I stood and began taking off my clothes,

shift. Let’s finish

motherly edge to it. I looked at her hoping, like

you two idiots are done,” she exclaimed, sticking her stick in the sand,

a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

to know she wouldn’t go down without a fight, so yes, I really believe she’s

but Troy nodded, rising to his

need to be.

Myla said, looking from Troy

quickly, glaring over at Troy. “Which means,

three of us turned toward it, watching as the people making camp on the shore swiveled their heads to

yelps in rapid succession. The hair on my

“Was that,”

said as he took a step towards the beach, his eyes narrowed as he scanned our

from the sand, gripping it tightly lest she needed to defend

shook his head, his brow knitted as he concentrated on

a dog?”

her face flashing with confusion. “A dog?

the sandbar towards the

figure had emerged, her pinkish

cried, tossing her stick to the side as she ran after Troy. I looked over my shoulder at the Persephone, where men

Maeve

to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He sank to his knees, his face buried against my neck as he held me to him. I kissed his forehead, then his cheeks, and then

moment, a choked laugh escaping his mouth. “I thought I’d lost

thought you died!” I exclaimed, squeezing him. “Did you just –

“What?”

teeth pulled back in grimace as he looked down at the dog, who was sitting back

a bloody rag to his lip as he approached. Myla