empty chairs at empty tablesThe ship felt unnatural when it was empty.empty chairs at empty tables10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gitan could feel and see little flashes of past interaction when she ran her hand gently over the scarred table. Scarred from Vanquisher's attacks when he grew impatient, and Oleander's nervous nail-digging.
She cast a glance at the empty, messy beds. Oleander never let them put the beds far from the centre of the ship. Possible out of fear of phantom sailors. Or the rot from wet wood.
Taking a seat at one of the creaky wood chairs that lined the scratched wood table, Gitan put her head in her arms. And grieved. Grieved because, even though she promised vengeance, her closest companions would not come back to her, whether King Crown died or not.
Grabbing an empty bottle, she spun to face the speaker, who stepped back quickly. A curly haired man with a thick mound of facial hair and his lanky, young companion. The taller companion frowned, stepping ahead of him. “ 'eard you were missin', lady. Figured we could tr