Droplets (DROPLETS Trilogy Book 1) Read Free Page B

breath on my neck as it continued to move in a tune, unaware of my stiffness. Slowly, the murmur began to change. It gradually became a voice that sang words rather than notes. It was breathtakingly beautiful and yet part of me was more scared than I had ever been before. Tears sprung to my eyes at its beauty, and I knew that if it asked me to do anything, I would. I was its prisoner, stuck in a web of lyric and melody. But then, just as I was about to surrender everything I knew to it, the words drifted away and a loud whirring took its place. The murmur sounded angry, whereas before it had been calming and peaceful. It was loud, desperate, and almost violent. I wanted to run but couldn’t. I looked down at my feet on the deck and urged them, willed them, to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. Then the deck began to tip, and the sound that had once been a murmur grew louder. It was almost deafening. I looked into the water and saw the silver form waiting for me. A loud scream escaped my throat as I hit the icy water… .
    My head smacked something hard and I opened my eyes to a soft blur. Confused, I sat up and waited for my eyes to adjust. I groaned, realizing my forehead had smashed into the wall beside my bed. I rubbed the spot on my head that had been hit; and hoped it wouldn’t bruise.
    A loud droning buzzed in my ear: a continuous, deafening roar.  It grew louder, filling me with fear as I remembered my dream. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and I rubbed my arms to ward off the cold. Fear filled me as I thought about having to relive the nightmare.
    The Lady Marie was tipping from side to side. The tremendous roar was coming from outside, and the soft rain from earlier had turned into thundering pellets. We must have hit a rough patch of weather; it wasn’t the first time this had happened.
    With an exhausted yawn, I looked at the clock across the room, which dictated it was five in the morning. I had been asleep much longer than I thought. Shivering, I pulled my comforter up to my chin and again drifted off to sleep.
    It seemed mere minutes before I woke again. Frustrated, I looked across the room to see what time it was, but my clock was not on the dresser. I searched the room, but could not focus because the room was moving, as though jumping up and down. The walls swayed about making my eyes dizzy and my head spin. I tried to search the room for the missing clock, but it was moving and swaying and I was too dizzy to see it.
    The wind outside screamed in cacophony with the constant thud of the waves hitting the side of the boat. The gray, dull light seeping in through the window seemed to squeeze me, trapping me alone in my bed as I was jostled about by the continuous rocking.
    Trying not to panic, I forced my mind to stay calm even though my heart was racing within my chest. If I let myself, I could conjure up millions of visions of us drowning at sea. My hands felt like ice and I tried not to give into the visions wracking my mind.
    Not wanting to be alone, I jumped out of bed, changed into a pair of jeans, threw on a coat, and hurried out of the room. Staying calm while being by myself would be an impossible task, I needed others to distract my fears.
    “…and now I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been in a situation like this.” Dad sounded worried.
    “Ah, come on we’ve been through worse than this.” Derek assertively said. Though he sounded confident, there was an edge to his voice as though he, too, was nervous.
    “No,” Dad grumbled. “All we can do is wait it out. That rock took off the whole rudder, we are at the mercy of the storm now.”
    Took off the rudder. I stood in the hallway bracing myself against the rocking of the ship. Did that mean we could no longer steer? How would we get home? Panic threatened to take hold, but I pushed it back knowing it would do no good. I had to trust my father, the seasoned sailor.    
    “Once the storm is over we can fix it, we just have to wait