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[Raised by Wolves] The calm before the storm

Title: The calm before the storm.
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pete / Striker (outline)
Genre: Introspective
Warnings: slash
Notes: Contains somehow spoiler for the second book the saga, "Matelots . It applies to HMS Maouropia Treasure Hunt of fanfic_italia
Disclaimers: Pete, Striker, Will, Gaston, Sarah and all the other characters, settings, ships, and the plots mentioned do not belong to me, but they are part of the series "Raised by Wolves" ; created by Hoffmann WA, which holds all the rights of the case and with which I have no link. For more information, please visit his website ( here) and maybe buy a book.
In a nutshell, I do not know, she does not know me, these characters are not mine and I do not take a euro.
Summary: "The nightmare always begins with the clouds on the horizon."

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The nightmare always begins with the clouds on the horizon.
Heavy gray clouds like smoke, heavy rain and ready to download on them hell at the first opportunity. The ship on which he was not was the Lilly but another much smaller and faster. The wooden bulkhead was still good, the whole sail and the boards creaked under his feet as they would if the ship had been at sea a few months.
Pete had no idea why he was there or were following that route. He watched the horizon and saw nothing but sea, so far from the coast there was nothing they could take as a reference point for orientation.
the ship appears deserted and he did not know if there was really somebody, somewhere. He felt even some distant voice. Even the waves, but did not care. The only thing that seemed to attract his attention, in fact, was the fact of being there and not knowing why. He had never been so drunk on board a nava at random. Not without Striker, at least.
At that point in the dream, the distant rumble of thunder heralded the arrival of another ship. At first it had heard, of course, but now every time waiting for that sound, whenever pointed to look far to anticipate.
At first it was not a shadow vague and then went defining itself more and more, to become the heavy figure of a ship without a flag. Night after night Pete had tried to distinguish the figures that were walking on the bridge but however hard he tried, he had not dug anything.
was like when he tried to read. The letters were there, very clear on paper, but continued to move without giving him time to figure out what they wanted to say.
Now, however, there was something different. He put his hands on the edge and leaned out into the water.
The ship looked more closely. Not much, but enough to realize that if he was on Lilly was because that was there before him and was looking for more than a month, still unknown in those waters. Now even the men on deck had something familiar, were Will and Gaston, saw even the nuances of French red hair fool. She wanted to scream but a shadow stretched beside him and grabbed his attention more than anything else. He did not need to turn to recognize Striker in the back straight and elongated shape of the face. His shadow was so much smaller and less slender than his.
"You know the choice is yours, Pete. It always has been. "
When he turned, however, Striker was not there.
And there was even a shadow.
He awoke suddenly, surging to the point where the hammock began to sway. Striker
mumbled something unintelligible and turned away, regardless of agitation of the strings under his body, reached out to him and squeeze him. Pete had done nothing away all day, coming to crush when he was needed, but there was nowhere else to sleep on the boat was overcrowded and had adapt. Let him do, however, because it seemed to him that he still has the air breeze of dreams and hoped that this would be a good way to get rid of.
thought of the boat away from him without the shadow of the striker's body at his side. He thought back to the desire of Striker that had made them fight and that would make them fight even if he had not sold. Only it did not. It was not fair. He sighed, deciding that the night did not lead the board as Will said.
The night was not wearing nothing but the sunrise and the arrival of Sarah.
But that, unfortunately, still he did not know.


Note: I am afraid that
notes will be longer than the story itself, this time. Is there anyone who has read this series of books over to me and to two (2) persons who have at least the second Anobii first book? I hope not, because otherwise I will martyr as I pulled at random for the size of the various boats and description of Striker that, I admit, I do not remember how it is done if that is lower than Pete. Or at least I think. What I am certain is that Pete is very tall and slender and is as beautiful as a greek God. Now, I admit that I wanted to talk about the Golden One , but I did not know how to make the speech and I preferred to think that just one thing that the author does not allow us to read because the books are written from the perspective of Will. I dare say that this is the first fanfiction Italian on this series around? Can I? Although a little 'I'm ashamed, really. I could do better: (
I am aware that this is a very little attempt successful foray into this saga. The idea was to do it justice with a totally different thing, but then I had no time and this is what it came out. Take it for what it is, maybe in the future I can do better. Baci.