#c:Morgan Blackwood

[luce-blackwood]

@morganblackwood

It had been a few days since royals and pirates alike disembarked on the shores of that new island. It didn’t, however, mean that Lucy appreciated the situation any more than she did before. It was still a hassle to be moved around as if she were an object. It was still a bloody nuisance not to be able to come and go as she pleased or to have access to some basic things. Relying on some random pirate to offer her clothes or alcohol sounded ludicrous in her books, but, at the very least, the new surroundings gave her something to do, and she had to say she nurtured a little bit of interest in knowing what they might have had at the library she had briefly heard someone speaking of.

And, there was also the fact that she hadn’t yet seen all the friends she was aware were on the island. She had seen Wendy and Cas, but, Celeste, Erica, Ainsley, and Teddy were still at large. She knew that Grace and Lorne were okay for they had been on the same ship, still, ever since their arrival, she hadn’t seen those ones either. There was also a pressing concern for what might have happened to Lorne’s wrist, but, she would deal with that when she saw him again.

Moving through the path, Lucy made sure to go through the places where the trees provided some shade from the sun. The last thing she would have wanted, at any given moment, was to be forced to look for someone else because she was plagued by heat exhaustion. Though, as she considered that thought, maybe there could be some other things she could do. She recalled that when she was stuck at the cinema, there was this rather cute doctor she positively wouldn’t mind seeing again. However, it was probably for the best if she could avoid being a patient the next time around.

Wandering through a narrowing path, Luce suddenly saw movement in her peripheral view. Turning around, she could easily note it came from the beach, the point where she assumed they had all arrived just a few days earlier. It was clear to her that someone had brought another royal, and the morbid curiosity in her made her want to lurk. Made her want to know who that poor unfortunate soul might have been, but, Luce was still too far away for a good view, even if she squinted. A few steps forward and the woman looked up from her position revealing striking and entirely too familiar blue eyes that sent the Englishwoman running in that direction, no matter what might have been happening or the consequences.

Her sister was there. Morgan was there. And she needed to make sure nothing had happened to her.

“Morgan!” Luce found herself yelling just seconds before she took her sister’s face into her hands. “Morgan, darling, none of those twats touched you, right?”