Thread:Dark dwarves 2/@comment-26295802-20160920020314

Jonathan steps into the cockpit of The Jerusalem Star. He sighs heavily, staring at Kentis's chair.

"Ready to leave on your command, captain" says Karos quietly

"No...." says Lance, shaking his head "Don't call me captain. Not yet at least... it's... too soon."

John pulls an old wooden chair into the center of the cockpit, refusing to sit in Kentis's old command seat.

"Take us out." he says steadily

"Aye, captain"

It's the first voyage since Kentis... well, since John took command. Everyone took some time off, but it seems to have only made the reunion that much more painful.

John settles into his makeshift wooden captain's chair. He remembers how they used to have a huge celebration every time they left port, and how Kentis would always lead a toast to a new voyage. It's over... the high John was riding on, being a newly wed, was finally wearing off. It was time to settle back into every day buisness, and that seemed nearly impossible.

"Rocky, you have the helm." says John thickly, walking off the bridge. He doesn't belong there. Kentis belongs there. Kentis should be in command.

John retreats down the hall, and into the room he shares with Lucina, where he hopes to find her.  