[MuseSick]

(Sorry for taking so long)
Jude sighed softly as he leaned over the rail, a shaking hand running through snowy white hair as his eyes scanned over the black water. "You know, there's something calming about being here, in the dark.." he said softly, he had men aboard, and he'd speak to whomever would listen. Though he may had been the Captain, he was relaxed, and tonight things were calm, chilly, but there wasn't a cloud in sight. His head tilted back, eyes engulfing the scene of the stars, each little spec of light. He searched through the constellations carefully. He'd never been one to use a map during the night, he liked navigation through the stars, because they weren't simply some piece of paper, they didn't just sit there with some map makers name scrawled along the back. You didn't need to know how to use a compass to which way was where. They'd be in town in a couple of day's, and they'd stalk up on food and clean water before attempting a voyage to the Bermuda triangle, where it was told no man had left alive. For Jude it was worth the risk. But as he glanced back at his ship mates, each time he thought of how he'd never care to see the land, but these Men, they searched for riches only so they could support their families.

Part of Jude questioned if 5 years ago he'd really made the proper decision, to leave the castle, he could have done so much good on land. If only he could have kept himself controlled. He could have been a great king, and fixed all of his parents wrong doings. But did the people wish to be fixed? He guessed he'd never know what the people wanted. Jude only knew what he wanted, what his crew wanted, and what people had originally wanted of him. His slender pale hands pushed hard against the rail, forcing himself to rock casually, back and forth on his feet before he strode along the deck. "Who's steering.." he mumbled to himself as he climbed the steps. Letting the man at the wheel rest as he took hold of it.

He could stare at black water for hours, and wonder what was underneath it. Deep down, below the ships, he wondered how many wrecks they could explore, how many precious jewels they could find. But there was always something terrifying of black water, to Jude if you couldn't see what was down there, it meant it could be anything. Some nights he felt childish, not wanting to look at the water in fear he'd discover something he'd never hoped to see. He shuddered at the thought of not being able to see something that could see you. He brought his eyes up from the floor, long enough to notice something floating about in the water. "THROW THE ANCHOR!" he called to his men as he jerked the wheel to the right. He wouldn't want to hit it, he thought he saw something. He could see the body approaching. If he dropped the anchor now they wouldn't crash into her, and the waves from the boat stopping would have less of an impact on whatever it may be.

"It's a woman.." he breathed finally as he dropped a row boat off the side, scaling the side of the boat as another man took the wheel from him. His eyes widened, was she dead? he wondered. He grabbed the ore, slowly forcing himself closer to the woman. He closed his eyes, sucking in a hard breath as he slowed. He prayed she wasn't dead. Something about dead people had always made him squarish. He'd always made sure to watch out for every living soul. He was rebellious and a pirate, but the fairytales never told the truth about how he was kind. He dropped the ore in the boat, reached out, he drew his hands back, the water was like ice. "You're safe.." Jude whispered to the corpse before him as he pulled up at the plank, forcing her up into the boat, his cold shaking hands tried worked around the ropes, untying her. "Are you alive.."he mumbled. His hand slowly reaching for his blade to cut away her sleeve so he could easily access her pulse. "Say something.. Do something.. Anything.." he mumbled as he said in the boat. He cut a slit in her sleeve, pressing his thumb against her wrist, he could feel it. He breathed hard. She'd come around if she hadn't already.. He slowly paddled them back to the boat, waiting at the bottom for any assistance his crew could offer. The boat was risen from the water, and up high enough for the men to help her out of the boat. He tossed the plank on board, lifting her softly, he handed her to the men above, climbing out on his own. "Pull the anchor up, find her a bed, and a blanket, dry her off, feed her, we'll drop her off at the next village." he said sternly as he watched his men scurry about.