Do You Still Like Us?

Adventures pile higher and higher, blood moons shining over black and churning seas, giants of ill temper and foul magics hidden deep in misty coves, haunted troll ruins overrun with grimy, ruthless undead. At every stop a new wonder, a found miracle, a-could-never-be. Always a step closer to a grander adventure the 2 little girls can sense waiting just beyond the horizon. Soon the girls are as deft with rope and sword as song and laughter, their salted hair wild and free to the wind the 2 girls grow fiercer everyday. And then one sudden day the Captain tells the crew that they would be sailing to the Broken Throne of the Old King. The crew grows tense, but the firm determination in their eyes tells the 2 little girls that this is a serious and bold direction. Later at dinner Jessie sits with the 2 little girls and waits for them to ask. ‘who is the Old King?’ “He used to rule long ago, but when it was his time to end and move on, he refused and so he was cursed and forgotten until he was just a myth.” ‘but h

Their jobs are hard, Genna and Jessie are always busy and the crew is tireless in their pace. So the 2 girls push themselves just as hard. The silence from the crew is thick, but the grimness begins to soften as they sail farther from port. Soon the little grins and winks from the crew every time the 2 capable girls do the job right turn into long, gruesome and meaningful tales of past adventures shared over simple, but filling meals. Days and nights meld into endless rope and salt as the hazy sun endlessly dances on the horizon. One late night, as everyone drifts off to a deep and numb sleep the 2 little girls broach a taboo subject with Jessie. ‘why was everyone...’ ‘...so quite before?’ Jessie’s sardonic smile is almost an inside joke now. “We took something back there, something big and important, something someone stole long ago and we decided to take it for ourselves. Now you might not know it being such sweet, little things, but when you take something you’re not supposed too it’s best to leave as quie