PredatorX
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(Looking for one female to join me in this story, pm me if interrested)
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1840
Abigail Pennant saw the large vessel go down in the waves. Same waves that had taken her husbands life just some minutes ago. Her eyes was misty with unshed tears as she held on to the precious cargo in her arms. She forced a smile as she looked down at her screaming daughter Freya. The girl was only a couple of months old but had a great lung capacity.
The boy she held under her other arm was silent and looked up at her with trust in his blue eyes. She kissed both children on their smooth cheeks. I still have you my beautiful daughter she thought with sorrow. She didn't know the boy's name. She had grabbed him as his mother fell to her death from the ship. She never knew the young woman but felt for the boy. I will love you as if you are my own she promised him.
"I will call you Lucas after my husband." She mumbled before she kissed him on his dark hair.
"Land ahead." The only other survivor on the boat screamed excitedly. The man was in his sixties and he smiled encouragely at Abigail.
An island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1858
The grave was as deep as Lucas had been able to make it with only a stone as a tool. Now Abigail Pennant rested there beside Frederick Myer. Lucas held his arm around Freya's shoulder. He felt her shudder and sighed.
"She will be missed." He said with feeling. He knew that Abigail wasn't his mother but she had always treated him as a son. Both he and Freya was eighteen years old and now they where alone on the island.
He led her back to their camp close to the beach. She sat down on the blanket she used as a bed, while Lucas started a fire and roasted some fish he had caught. He glanced over at Freya more than once. With Abigail dead she was all that he cared about. She would be safe no matter what. He would not stand for losing another he loved.
He met her gae and smiled as he placed the fish on a wood plate and brought it to her. The last couple of years he had felt his body react to her in an unnerving way. He was used to see her in the loin cloth and the cloth covering her breasts. He was dressed the same way, except for the breast covering cloth.
When they where kids they ran around nude but as they grew older Abigail insisted for them to adjust to proper decency. I will give my life for her he thought with no surprise to himself.
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1840
Abigail Pennant saw the large vessel go down in the waves. Same waves that had taken her husbands life just some minutes ago. Her eyes was misty with unshed tears as she held on to the precious cargo in her arms. She forced a smile as she looked down at her screaming daughter Freya. The girl was only a couple of months old but had a great lung capacity.
The boy she held under her other arm was silent and looked up at her with trust in his blue eyes. She kissed both children on their smooth cheeks. I still have you my beautiful daughter she thought with sorrow. She didn't know the boy's name. She had grabbed him as his mother fell to her death from the ship. She never knew the young woman but felt for the boy. I will love you as if you are my own she promised him.
"I will call you Lucas after my husband." She mumbled before she kissed him on his dark hair.
"Land ahead." The only other survivor on the boat screamed excitedly. The man was in his sixties and he smiled encouragely at Abigail.
An island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1858
The grave was as deep as Lucas had been able to make it with only a stone as a tool. Now Abigail Pennant rested there beside Frederick Myer. Lucas held his arm around Freya's shoulder. He felt her shudder and sighed.
"She will be missed." He said with feeling. He knew that Abigail wasn't his mother but she had always treated him as a son. Both he and Freya was eighteen years old and now they where alone on the island.
He led her back to their camp close to the beach. She sat down on the blanket she used as a bed, while Lucas started a fire and roasted some fish he had caught. He glanced over at Freya more than once. With Abigail dead she was all that he cared about. She would be safe no matter what. He would not stand for losing another he loved.
He met her gae and smiled as he placed the fish on a wood plate and brought it to her. The last couple of years he had felt his body react to her in an unnerving way. He was used to see her in the loin cloth and the cloth covering her breasts. He was dressed the same way, except for the breast covering cloth.
When they where kids they ran around nude but as they grew older Abigail insisted for them to adjust to proper decency. I will give my life for her he thought with no surprise to himself.