Not so Lucky (for Scotland and ROOOOME)

[ireland]

Maybe the old sayings were right. Maybe women were cursed to never be on a ship. Looking at her track record Saoirse was beginning to think that. The first ship she had managed to get on was sunk in the storm. Leaving her to be rescued by her little brother of all people, which had been so humiliating. But then, then she had gotten her own ship. She’d become captain. Had a crew who, somewhat, respected her. Albeit they all thought she was a man (besides Dylan), but still. Things were going well for once. The Luck of the Irish was finally shining on her after so many mishaps.

But then the worst happened. Of course, it was something she should have expected but… She had hoped so much that everything would continue going well that she had never thought…

Her ship, her pride and joy now, had been sunk. It had been damaged when the military had attacked them. But they had managed to get away, and she had forced herself to hope that everything would be okay… But then the water started pouring in. Before she realized it Dylan had been pulling her onto one of the life boats, ignoring the tradition that a captain had to go down with the ship. She wasn’t sure to be grateful for that or not…

Now they were in some city (Costa Rica maybe? She wasn’t sure). The crew had disbanded on her orders and Saoirse had begun wondering aimlessly, wanting to just forget what had happened. She hadn’t wanted to be near anyone.

Of course though… Her eye twitched as she glanced over her shoulder, Dylan didn’t seem to understand that as he continued to follow her. Though at least he was keeping his distance. Then again, he always did that when she was upset and just wanted to be left alone. All her siblings had. Whenever Saoirse would storm off as a child, one of them was bound to follow after her. Emrys was always the best at it. He would follow her from a safe distance, and then seemed to know the exact moment Saoirse would need someone and go over to hug her or just sit by her. Arthur had been fairly good at that, at least when he was a little boy. But then again, sometimes Arthur was just a tiny shadow when he was a toddler.

Dylan was generally the worse at it. More times he tried to comfort her when she didn’t want to be near anyone, most often leading to her giving him a black eye or bloody nose. Today at least though he seemed to remember passed lessons. He kept a relative distance from her, letting Saoirse wallow.

Coming to a halt she leaned against a shop wall, before sinking to the ground and hugging her knees to her chest. No longer caring, she took her hat off, letting her long braid fall from where it was hidden. Maybe she was just bad luck, she thought as she hugged her knees into her chest. Maybe she should have just stayed home, let herself be married off.


She was just bad luck…

[scotland]

Quietly he followed her, of course she noticed right away and him tripping over a barrel didn't really help with his stealth either. He had to comfort her about her ship and reassure her that they still had their lives. They could find another ship. But he a had brought that up to soon, and now had a bruise forming on his jaw.

Still he continued to follow is only sister until she finally collapsed by a store. He walked over to her and sat beside her. After a little moment he put an arm around her and brought her close to his side.

"Hey" was all he said for a moment before ruffling her hair a bit. "There's nothing to be sad about, it was a good ship, but not good enough for you."

He was trying his best to cheer up Saoirse with all his might, but maybe actions would be better then words.

"Hey, how about we get something to eat, a good night sleep and a warm bath? I'll buy! Where ever you want I'll go and do dishes for the place if I can't afford it." He said with a goofy smile.

He hated seeing one of his siblings so depressed and he was determined to make it better even if he had to sell his body for a night. He would do it just to make his sister, and brothers happy.

"If you don't want we can go drink in your ships memory! what do you say?" he asked.

[ireland]

Had it been any other time Saoirse would have shoved Dylan away she was sure. After all, she'd already belted him when he suggested that they get a new ship. Instead though she let him put his arm around her, letting him hug her. And then, in an act that she would deny to her dying breath, she turned her head, burying her face in his shoulder. Her shoulders trembled slightly, the Irish lass biting her bottom lip so hard she was sure she would split it open. But the tears still began to spill freely despite how hard she fought them down.

It was a rare occurrence, as Saoirse had become so accustomed to stand on her own two feet. To act strong and resilient against everything life had thrown at her. But for the first time since she had left home she just wanted her big brother. To hug her and hold her hand like he use to as a child when she would have a nightmare.

His words forced a wet chuckle to escape her, and after a moment she pushed away, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Not trusting herself to speak at first she nodded her head to his last offer. A drink sounded lovely at the moment. "Ye-Yeah. Let's go toast the old girl..." She murmured finally, voice shaky.