Marcel didn't have a chance to think things through as Allegra took his hand again and began to drag him through the deck and down the stairs. As they passed by the door where most of the crew was, he narrowed his eyes as he heard crude laughter and smelled pipe smoke through the door. If they knew that a woman was passing by their door, he was sure that all entertainment would be completely abandoned. He couldn't help but tense up a little at the thought that against all of the men there, he wouldn't be able to defend her. What was she thinking?
She had mentioned in disgust that this was a pirate ship. The thought made him click his tongue; he had known it since the moment he had seen the ship. Obviously Arthur had just told her the truth to the lie recently, and it seemed as if they had had a fight. The idea of them arguing would at any other time make Marcel slightly hopeful, but now he couldn't find it inside of himself to feel that relief. As she pulled him into his room and shut the door, he took his hand out of her grasp slowly, in a way that wouldn't offend her.
He listened to her apologies, and after she had finished, with the tears streaming down her face, he had the sudden urge to say something that would further strengthen the pain and sadness that she was experiencing. He half wanted her to feel hurt in the way he had when she had gone off with Arthur. But when he looked over at her again, seeing her trying to contain the tears that now flooded freely from her eyes, he was brought back to all of those times he had comforted her. No matter what had happened, he realized, his feelings for her had not changed, and he would always be there for her. Nothing could change that.
"Allegra, don't..." Marcel's voice trailed off, and he inwardly cursed as he tried to think of something - anything to say that would stop the tears. He couldn't bear to see them. Not caring if she would reject him, he took a step closer to her, and gently wiped away a tear that was streaking down her cheek. "Don't cry," he murmured. He didn't know what she was going to say, but was terrified if she was about to tell him that she loved Arthur. Somehow, he had to stop her from saying the words that would break his heart.
In an attempt to lighten his mood, he shrugged. "And hey, if it makes you feel better, I knew it was a pirate ship since the moment I saw it back from the dock." His tone was slightly impressed, and in a way spiteful as he remembered, even back then, Arthur trying to steal Allegra from him. He had to give the man credit, though; he had take Allegra from him. He smiled slightly before saying quietly; "And no matter where the ship docks, there will always be others, I promise you. And no matter where your destination may be, there will always be a ship going there." That was what he had learned, those many years seeing nothing but water, and going onto land only to catch another ship. But unlike Allegra, his travels had never seemed to have destinations; he was just always going, not really caring where the tide would carry him.
There was a long silence where he did not speak; he just watched in pain as he saw those beautiful eyes cry. When it seemed as though she had calmed down slightly, he hesitated before adding; "Just like there will be a ship going back to Spain, for me." Not sure how she would take the news, he broke the contact between their eyes, and turned away from her. It wasn't that he wanted her to continue crying; he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. I suppose I want her to know the truth. That this decision was made because I had no other.
The tiny window in between the beds reflected the dying sun, and gave the room a slightly golden glow. However, the light would be gone soon completely, and he would need to go for the Night Watch. To make himself busy, he lit a candle with a match, just so they wouldn't stay in utter darkness.
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