In your arms...in the sea. WHO: Maureen Epps WHAT: Sitting on a dock in memory land. WHERE: Amusement park boardwalk/dock. RATING: PG-13 for language. WARNINGS: Nothing. STATUS: Open and ongoing.
Your eyes bright blue as the sky, deeper than the sea...
Jack Ferriman. Just the name grated on her nerves. Ferriman...Ferryman. Wasn't that hard to think about, or figure out. Well, it was if you had no idea what the fuck you were talking about anymore. Any sane person might get the name but take it either as a coincidence or think nothing of it. But her...well fuck she could talk to God damn ghosts!
Maureen looked down at Katie's locket around her neck and touched it momentarily until she took a seat on the dock and looked down at the deep and dark waters before her. It was a monstrous sight, the black waters. Water being black, no longer blue or like the dreams she had as a kid of being an oceanographer or a dolphin tamer. Instead, she took even more of a risk and became a salvager with a bunch of knock-around guys. One in particular that caught her eye; Murphy. He had been an old sea captain, once had a wife and a child...but the wife lost the child and he found himself in death and despair, trying to drink himself to death. Epps had found him outside of a bar and seemingly had breathed a new life into him and became the daughter he never had. From then on, she wouldn't let him touch alcohol. There was no way in hell he was even getting near a drink.
Hence when Jack had approached them, she had said he didn't drink.
Presently on that dock, the young woman began to shed tears as she wiped them away with a tanned hand and frowned. "My crew...my family..." Epps cried out softly, leaning against the boardwalks railing as she sat there and wept, looking over the side. She had fought to stay alive....now Maureen just wished that she could go with them. "Just take me." glaring at the waters angrily, as if she could look at Ferriman's icy black soul. "Get it over with." the girl whispered into the wind.