#I may have gotten the climate of June Argentina off I'm mostly guessing from math and the assorted journals/studies of the Magellan Expedit

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

June, 1520

"I can't take another bite, Phi. I feel like I'm going to throw up if I do…"

"At least have water. Here. I boiled some. Sit up, I don't want you to choke." Phoebus holds Guy up as he wraps his brother with the blanket, though he is careful not to push over the stick hut they and the other stranded survivors of the Santiago made. They are stuck, lost in a land they are unfamiliar with, muggy yet cold.

Guy gulps as he struggles to drink. "I don't get it. We're at the start of summer now… yet it's dead of cold here??"

"Maybe we're in a part of the world where the weather is opposite in the New World. Cold during the summer and hot during the winter."

"What kind of backwards part of the world are we in?!" Guy tightens the blanket around him. "It's been two weeks! No one has come for us! I want to go home! I miss Maman and Noelle so much! We're going to die here! We're going to die lost and alone and-"

"We're not going to die. I won't let you."

"What about you?? You're not going to leave me, are you, Phi??"

It takes a while, but Phoebus manages a small smile. "Of course not," he says as he holds his brother's hand, squeezing it. "I won't ever leave you. Not here, not anywhere. Have faith. Magellan and the other ships are going to find the Santiago soon."

"They'll just make us search for a strait again…"

"Maybe they can give us a break. Hopefully-"

"….!!" Phoebus gets up to step out of the hut, leaving Guy behind.

"Phi??

"Phi?? Phoebus!! You said you wouldn't leave me! You said-"

"Guy, it's all right! Look!" He opens the flap to the hut; from within, Guy can see familiar faces outside of the Santiago coming in to their makeshift camp. "Magellan sent a rescue party! And look who's here!"

"Mr. Phoebus! Mr. Guy!! You're here!"

"Mr. Giovanni! Mr. Josep!! You came for us!"

"Thank God you're all right!" Josep rushes over to the hut to grip Guy's extended hand and hold him close to comfort him. "Hang on. We're not going to abandon you.

"We're not…..

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"Guy… Guy….

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"Guy?? Please wake up, lad," Josep pleads as he taps on Guy's cheek while he is beneath four blankets. "I need you to warm yourself up! Wake up!"

Guy snaps awake, realizing immediately he's in a cold room instead of a makeshift hut in the middle of Argentina winter. "C-…Captain?!!?"