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  • #16
    Sephira moved her sword faster and faster, passing fluidly from one form to another. Her blade whistled through the air as it cleaved imaginary foes and blocked pretend attacks. After several minutes, she switched the sword from a two-handed grip to her right hand and drew her knife. She glanced at it a brief moment, smiling as she remembered the moon blade matched James' sun one, then proceeded to use the two blades in deadly earnest. She wasn't as skilled in this manner of combat, as she hadn't been taught to use it, only taught herself to use it. Still, it was useful to be able to use her sword with one hand instead of two, while also learning to use her knife.
    By the time she decided to stop, she'd worked up a good sweat and had earned an audience. Some of the crew who didn't have tasks to attend to were watching, appearing rather impressed. She also spotted James further down the deck, watching her as well. If she wasn't already flushed from her workout, she would have blushed at the attention being presented to her. One of the crew stepped closer. "That's some pretty fancy footwork you've got, girl."
    "Thanks?" she said cautiously, glancing at James for help. She wasn't used to being given attention, and certainly not from strangers. Granted, she'd been asking for it by practicing above deck instead of below, but she'd been expecting them all to still be abed.
    "Most ladies don't seem to have that skill. Where'd you learn?"
    "Hyrule," she answered vaguely. "Please excuse me, I'd like to change and cool down." She gave a small bow, sheathed her weapons, and walked off towards James. She had no interest in talking about the one who'd taught her swordcraft, especially with a stranger.
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    • #17
      James raised an eyebrow as Sephira made her way over to him. He noticed the look on her face, and immediately approached her. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking behind her to see if any of the crew that had been watching her seemed to have done her any harm. He looked back at her. "Did something happen?" Something about the way she looked made him feel like perhaps she wasn't used to people watching her train. He hoped it was that rather than someone trying to hurt her or ridicule her. "You train well, by the way," he added with a warm smile, "you'll have to help me train some time. I'm out of practice and getting rusty." He hoped the talk would get her mind away from whatever was bothering her.

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      • #18
        Sephira sighed. "No, nothing. Just... not used to an audience. Sometimes competition with Midnight and Star when they want to make it a little more real, but otherwise, no one." And salt on an old wound, she added silently. She glanced at her phoenix pendant, still around James' neck, and wondered again if she should tell him the truth. Her mind instantly rebelled against the idea, and she set the problem aside to deal with later. She couldn't help the wince, though, when he commented on her training. While not as direct as the sailor's comment, it still brought to him to mind.
        She forced the thoughts aside and smiled at James. "Sure, I can help. Would you prefer just going through the forms, or actual combat? We might be able to find some way to fashion practice swords. I could help you improve speed, too, with my fire." Her expression softened as she caught what she'd said. "I think I'm learning your presence well enough that I can teach my fire to ignore you as it does Star and Midnight. If not, I can at least keep it from being too severe a burn." And he's plenty used to the light ones, she added with a wince.
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        • #19
          Gerrard's voices commanded him to look at the sea, he could not look away even if he were to try harder than he had ever tried before. The voices bickered in their own right and their own mind and controlled Gerrard like a puppet. Jacky's voice broke through the din and released Gerrard from their hold with a shocking voice.

          "I just didn't sleep that well," he grimaced, "hard to be fine when that happens. Guess I'm just not used to the motion of a ship."

          The wind tasseled and played with Gerrard's brown hair as the breeze blew through, the voices rose through the din and bade him to look again, so he did.
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          • #20
            Jacky nodded to him, even though he couldn't see, then turned her attention back to the water. "Do you want to try and sleep more? Shane's crew is mostly awake, so their hammocks should all be empty." And they wouldn't mind, right? "If we can't he sleep there, I'll lie with you if it'd help. In a uh, totally platonic way, I mean." she stumbled at the last bit, but was more or less serious about the platonic cuddling. She thought it would do the world a great service if platonic cuddling was a more acceptable thing.
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            • #21
              The voices bid him to stop looking and Gerrard nearly didn't obey, he looked out for one more moment and focused himself on Jacky's face. She was attractive, he realized, but the voices crushed those thoughts as a boot crushes the life out of a beetle. He may not think as they did not bid.

              "That'd be nice, to be honest." A smile appeared on Gerrard's face for the first time in hours and for once the voices had less control over him. They hissed and spat at the resistance but his mind stood strong for now.
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              • #22
                Jacky returned his smile, and took his hand to lead him back below the main deck. It was easier to see without the sun's glare; the oil lamps' warm glow was much easier on the eyes. Jacky led Gerrard back to her own room, not knowing where his was, and sat down on the lone bed. She shared the room with the air space and the floorboards, so it was doubtful anybody would bother them unless there was food.
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                • #23
                  James smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, definitely combat practice. I can see about getting some materials to fashion practice swords out of. And I think the fire's a great idea," he added, "something real to motivate me to try my best." He thought more on the proposition, before continuing. "Could we maybe start working after sunset? The crew going to sleep would surely rid us of unnecessary stares. Besides, your fire, the starry sky, the blue ocean all around in the darkness, must be one amazing sight." He winked as he said the last part and grinned.

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                  • #24
                    Gerrard sat down on the bed beside her, straining to hear the voices. They were gone, whether to his enjoyment or sadness he did not know. He leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply. He knew he could not sleep, would not, he couldn't risk it. He didn't want to hear them again, the haunting voices. He spread his legs out, and sighed again, he would not even risk to close his eyes.
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                    • #25
                      Jacky leaned against Gerrard's arm, pulling her legs onto the bed and crossing them. "You're supposed to be sleeping," she pointed out, crossing her arms and pursing her lips. She didn't know why he wasn't, but something told her not to ask. "It's good for you."
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                      • #26
                        Gerrard drew his legs back and chuckled.

                        "I don't trust myself to sleep, not anymore at least"

                        Gerrard stopped the chuckle and frowned, the voices pecked at the edges of his mind, begging an entry. He balled his left hand in a fist, clenching and stared forward.
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                        • #27
                          She frowned and leaned forward when Gerrard started to stand up, then turned and sat cross legged on her bed. "Are you okay? Like, really alright?" Jackylin asked. "No excuses?" She put the most serious look she could on her face.
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                          • #28
                            Gerrard turned to look at her, the voices pounded at the wall with a dull sound. The rhythmic sound pounded inside his skull, the voices began to get closer, and closer, and closer, Gerrard panicked. He jumped forwards and caught Jacky in an embrace, he realized he was squeezing too hard before he loosened his grip and let go, shocked. The voices were gone now, they were still trying to get through the wall but the dull thuds were much quieter and began to grow less in number. He sat back and muttered a sorry, he didn't know what had come over him.
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                            • #29
                              Jackylin was taken aback by Gerrard's embrace, and rubbed her arms from when he'd hugged her too tight. Then, she slowly moved back towards him and wrapped both arms around him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. "It's okay," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "It's fine."
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                              • #30
                                Gerrard was as taken aback as he had been in a while when she embraced him back. He squeezed harder and felt the voices go away slowly, slowly, until there was no pressure anymore. He placed his own forehead on her shoulder and relaxed himself, rocking himself back and forth in a rhythmic motion.
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