Aramis

Aramis sat near the rail, knees drawn up with his sketchbook balanced against his thighs. His fingers moved in rhythm as he tried to capture the beauty before his fellow crewmates shattered the illusion he had created for himself. A slash cracked the illusion, drawing him to stand as he walked to the other side of the ship. His gaze landed on a piece of broken wood and a figure with eyes filled with terror. Without a second thought, he grabbed the rope and threw it overboard. In a few minutes, he pulled the figure onto the ship. He kept his distance, hands held up, but he held nothing but a tender gaze. “Easy now… I have no intention of laying a finger on you,” he spoke words filled with nothing but truth.