Thread: Up She Rises (Frelance x CognacLilacFumes)

When I was a lad in a fishing town My old man said to me You can spend your life, your jolly life Sailing on the sea. You can search the world for pretty girls Til your eyes grow weak and dim, But don't go fishing for a mermaid, son If you don't know how to swim Three days had passed since they had left Serkonos leaving behind the white sands, cool air and a sun that seemed to be entirely different than the one that shined in Dunwall. The sun in Serkonos was bright and beamed with such invigorating warmth that it almost renewed the soul melting away exhaustion and turmoil and, for a moment, rousing a sense of peace in the heart that made the world seem right again. There was no sun here and if there was it was well hidden behind the thick gray clouds that dipped down from the sky, they mingled with the black water, forming a hazy wall that the massive whaling ships slowly drudged through. Was this what the In Between was like? a disorienting fog that spanned for miles and gave way to no semblance of hope. Emily was beginning to think they would be stuck on that ship forever...but time had slowed down significantly since her mothers death. She had lost track of the days, they bled together and left little impression on her wounded heart. At first she had felt despondent, but now frustration had begun to fester in sorrows stead. She had forgotten what it was like to laugh until her sides ached, or to smile simply because she could. Was there even such a thing as happiness anymore? Yes, perhaps. She had Corvo. She always had Corvo. Her beloved Corvo. Even when he was gone from her side she still had him in her heart. He had promised, after all, and Emily believed him. She always had. Yet obedience and love often briefly sour in the hearts of girls Emilys age, even without the turmoil of being a deposed heir to a throne surrounded by plague rats and conspiracy. The defense is not maliciously intended, but derives from a desperate need to find ones place and decide how best to stand on ones own feet. Corvo had always held her hand and steadied her pace and while part of her longed to squeeze his hand and hold him closer, a growing part of her yearned to untangle their fingers even slightly, to step around the corners where he forbade her to go. She had been told to stay within their cabin a small space with no windows intended for storage, which had enough room for a decent sized mattress and a few luggage trunks. Being sea-sick the first two days, she hadnt protested welcoming the chance to sleep after what seemed like weeks of moving one place to another. But her sleep was restless and on the third day, Emily had slipped a black cloak around herself and snuck out the door. She had hoped to have a break from the stagnant air of their room, but it was no fresher outside. The winds smelled of salt and fish and everything she touched needed to be scrubbed down decades earlier. The daughter of an Empress, Emily Kaldwin was not so prideful as to look down on her surroundings or those who inhabited them on the contrary, it made her long for Dunwall all the more desperately. There had always been a gritty underbelly to the city outside of the posh districts of the nobles. Corvo and her mother had taught her to respect even the poorest citizen, and as she grew into her teens young Emily had made her plights for the unfortunates of the Empire. This had amounted to a few visits to the orphanages in Dunwall and charity events she had even snuck out on her own beyond the protective walls to search the city and had only been caught a few times. She had always yearned for adventure her imagination as a child was limitless as to all the places she wanted to explore and to see. She approached the rail of the ship cautiously, extending her pale fingers out to grip around the cold metal. As the gulls screeched overhead, the young girl crossed her arms and leaned forward, peering down into the murky water searching for a sign that they were on the right path.