DeForest breathed in deeply several times, trying to calm himself down. His two friends were right. They were in this situation, there was nothing they could do but deal with went happened as it happened. He breathed in again, calming deep breathes, and looked into Bill's eyes to steady himself.
"Alright. We'll be alright. It'll be fine," he recited, trying to reassure himself with his words. Maybe if he said them enough it would be true, but the fact remained that he was trapped on a ship, in the middle of the ocean, and a ship with no colours (and that couldn't be good, he thought, his mind flashing back to the tales he had heard back in port) heading towards them...and that fact really, really, really worried him.
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Re: Going for Grey
Date: 2009-09-20 02:09 am (UTC)"Alright. We'll be alright. It'll be fine," he recited, trying to reassure himself with his words. Maybe if he said them enough it would be true, but the fact remained that he was trapped on a ship, in the middle of the ocean, and a ship with no colours (and that couldn't be good, he thought, his mind flashing back to the tales he had heard back in port) heading towards them...and that fact really, really, really worried him.