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Aug. 3rd, 2017 04:54 pmIt was a well known fact that Ignis Scientia hated boats. While he admired the proud naval traditions of the Empire he served, he simply hated boats. To him, they were slow and cumbersome and no, it hadn't nothing to do with seasickness. That had passed three days into their trip. Now, two weeks later, he was bored. Oh, he'd seen many beautiful vistas while on the open seas but there were only so many beautiful sunrises and sunsets that a man could take before they became commonplace and therefore boring.
Nights were no better. He'd grown used to the swaying by now, and while his cramped but well appointed quarters helped to ease that constant motion a bit, he still felt it keenly while trying to go to sleep. In the back of his mind, he idly wondered if his young royal charge was as chipper about the whole thing as he let on, or was it simply a matter of being polite and kind.
The days passed slowly with little to change them until the skies started to grow dark one day. Storms were uncommon this time of year so the threatening skies heralded a bad blow and sure enough, the winds cut around just as the sun started to go down. Once Ignis was sure that Prompto was safe in his own cabin, he retreated to his own, secure in the fact that the ship was manned by the best sailors the Empire had to offer and that they would be safe once everything blew over.
The storm was a fierce one, knocking the ship about as if it were a child's toy and Ignis found himself on the floor instead of tucked up in his bed and after the third time, he decided it would be best to just settle there once he checked in on Prompto and advised him to do the same.
He never made it to the prince's room. Not with the seas conspiring against him. A jerk of the ship sent him reeling into a wall and before he realized that he wasn't upright, a sickening crack split the air, followed by the scent of something burning. He knew then that he didn't have much time. He had to get Prompto to safety.
Everything happened too quickly to think after that. The last thing he remembered was running to find his charge when the ship pitched heavily to one side and then, darkness. There were snatches of consciousness then, flickers of vision and memories of images that he never imagined he'd see in his life. A burning ship splintering to pieces, the sounds of people screaming as they jumped for their lives and the glaring lack of his prince anywhere in those sights.
He never even realized he'd washed ashore on a beach. He'd barely been conscious enough to keep his grip on the debris that had carried him far enough... but hadn't he slipped off?
Nights were no better. He'd grown used to the swaying by now, and while his cramped but well appointed quarters helped to ease that constant motion a bit, he still felt it keenly while trying to go to sleep. In the back of his mind, he idly wondered if his young royal charge was as chipper about the whole thing as he let on, or was it simply a matter of being polite and kind.
The days passed slowly with little to change them until the skies started to grow dark one day. Storms were uncommon this time of year so the threatening skies heralded a bad blow and sure enough, the winds cut around just as the sun started to go down. Once Ignis was sure that Prompto was safe in his own cabin, he retreated to his own, secure in the fact that the ship was manned by the best sailors the Empire had to offer and that they would be safe once everything blew over.
The storm was a fierce one, knocking the ship about as if it were a child's toy and Ignis found himself on the floor instead of tucked up in his bed and after the third time, he decided it would be best to just settle there once he checked in on Prompto and advised him to do the same.
He never made it to the prince's room. Not with the seas conspiring against him. A jerk of the ship sent him reeling into a wall and before he realized that he wasn't upright, a sickening crack split the air, followed by the scent of something burning. He knew then that he didn't have much time. He had to get Prompto to safety.
Everything happened too quickly to think after that. The last thing he remembered was running to find his charge when the ship pitched heavily to one side and then, darkness. There were snatches of consciousness then, flickers of vision and memories of images that he never imagined he'd see in his life. A burning ship splintering to pieces, the sounds of people screaming as they jumped for their lives and the glaring lack of his prince anywhere in those sights.
He never even realized he'd washed ashore on a beach. He'd barely been conscious enough to keep his grip on the debris that had carried him far enough... but hadn't he slipped off?
