“Ok, so here’s the deal.” Blake addressed the crew in the mess deck, glancing towards the hallway to the infirmary as if Law or Summer would come bursting through in a panic and make matters worse. Several men gave concerned looks towards the mechanic, murmuring amongst themselves, trying to figure out what was going on. Blake was suddenly at a loss for words. “Uhh...well, you see…”
“The Captain and Summer both have severe amnesia after that run-in with the sea king.” Casper stepped forward, saving him from standing there awkwardly. The noise began to rise, but the cook continued over it. “Neither of them remember who we are or where they are.”
“It’s not permanent, is it?” One man asked. The older man shook his head.
“At this point, we’re not sure. It very well could be, but seeing as all of our knowledgeable medics are incapacitated at this point, no one can say for sure.”
“What are we supposed to do now?” Penguin asked, sinking into his seat, resigned. The conversation grew, the crew expressing their misgivings on whether their companions would recover, but Shachi was having none of it.
“Hey!” He shouted, standing on a table to get everyone’s attention. Heads shifted his direction and he glared at their doubts. “We aren’t giving up, are we? Captain and Summer-chan are counting on us to help get their memories back! You can’t just throw away the towel before we’ve even tried!”
The silence that followed was thick, the abashed crew lowering their heads in shame. Suddenly a mechanic from the back of the room stood up.
“We have to help Captain!” Others began to join in agreement, standing and displaying their renewed faith in their nakama. Shachi nodded in approval. Turning to Casper, he got down from the table.
“So, what’s the plan?”
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Law watched as the girl on the other bed hugged her knees in fright, glancing around the now empty room in curiosity. The men holding them had taken leave and locked the door behind them. He had already checked the drawers and cabinets, irked that they had also been sealed. He assumed the group of men had foreseen any violent act from him.
The girl sniffed, and he turned once again towards her small frame. She hadn’t spoken since asking who the men had been. He himself wasn’t one to initiate conversation with strangers unless there was a need to, but he figured knowing who he was being held captive with was better than sitting there in silence.
“Hey.” She jumped at the sound of his voice, turning the wide violet orbs that were her eyes in his direction. “Do you know where we are?”
There was a long pause before she finally shook her head. Giving a sigh, he brushed a hand through his hair. “Of course you don’t.” He muttered, more to himself than anything. When she didn’t say anything more, he continued. “Do you have a name?”
She glanced down at her knees, frowning in deep concentration. They shifted side to side, as if mentally searching for something. Her silence was beginning to wear on him, but he tried to wait patiently for her sake. The girl seemed to be very skittish.
She shrugged, hugging her knees to herself even tighter. Shaking his head, he turned away once again. This was getting him nowhere.
Another search of the room produced no new information, instead only confirming that they were in some sort of medical center or laboratory. All of the equipment had been sealed away or taken from the room which left nothing sharp to his disposal.
Figuring that it would be best to wait and see what happens for the time being, he returned to his cot and lay down. A few minutes after he closed his eyes, the girl unexpectedly broke the silence.
“W-who...are you?” Her small voice snapped his eyes open and he looked over at her curiously scared gaze. Sitting up, he crossed his legs and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m…” A pause.
Who was he? Surely he had a name. But the longer he searched for anything that gave him some sort of identity in his mind, the more he found that he remembered nothing. Biting the inside of his lip, he shook his head.
“I don’t know…” He stated honestly. Their gazes locked and in that instant they seemed to understand a little more of the other. “Do you remember anything at all?” He asked.
The girl seemed to relaxed enough to trust him, even if just a little, because she released her knees and mimicked his position.
“...no. I woke up here and...that’s it.” Nodding, he glanced out the small window on the door.
“They’ve been gone awhile. Who knows when they’ll come back.” He observed, rubbing at his goatee in thought. Now what were they supposed to do?
“Maybe they’re friendly?”
“Does any of this seem friendly to you?” He snorted, amused by her suggestion. She shook her at his reaction.
“I don’t know…”
“The only thing we can really do right now is wait.” There was no clock in the room, so he had no idea what time it was or how long they’d been there. The girl gave a small yawn, and he realized that she looked exhausted. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you if they come back.”
Violet eyes stared into his, as if inspecting whether he was lying or not. Apparently approving of what she found, she nodded and lay down with her back towards him.
He sighed, waiting for the group of men to come back.
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