Day 18: Morning
I had the strangest dream last night. I was aboard the ship with Jova and the winds were buffering us both.
The waves knocked the boat from side to side, sweeping over the deck and sloshing around our legs. He winced with the cold but I didn't feel it.
"Brìghde," he called out, looking at me but not seeing me, "I love you."
Another wave comes over the deck, and he disappears with it.
I scream, and scream, and scream. Until I jolt awake.
The winds are buffering the house, the door rattling on its hinges and locks. A loud crack of thunder floods the air.
The others came over to see me, my tossing and turning had disturbed them as well.
"Bad dream?" Aleifr asked. He stood barefoot on the floorboards and clung tightly to his blanket around his shoulders.
"It's okay sweetheart," I told him, sitting up to give him a hug, "sorry for disturbing you." He hummed in agreement against my shoulder.
I looked over his head to see Eilidh stood next to Frida, flinching at every small noise from the storm. "Are you okay, Eilidh?" I asked her.
She shook her head, "I don't like the noise," she whispered.
"I don't like it either," I told her, "do you want to come in with me?"
She nodded then dove under my covers, her tiny freezing frame against me made me shudder.
The others looked at me as well, "Yes, you too." I laughed.
It's dawn now, and I'm writing this in the thin light while trying not to disturb the others. The storm has blown over, but I still don't know what to make of that strange dream.
If the storm hit the ship out on the open sea, I don't know what will have happened to it.
