SAILING ON SAND, BOUNTY DAY ONE

“IVA! Iva can you hear me wake up please”. It was quiet besides the voice yelling her back to cognizance. The room was damp and stuffy. It was dark with little sips of light from the broken wood. She looked towards the man who spoke as he called to her, she tried to make out his face, his white hair. She took her hand up to feel his ears. “Draco” she whispered. “Iva?” he grabbed her arm, “Can you hear me?”. She made out his face as red eyes met her and instant awareness of their situation hit her. She sprang up and the weight of vertigo railed against her skull.

Eyes wide and in pain she tried to make out the words “Fab… where are we?”. She looked at him as he smiled weakly “Somewhere safe for now, good to have you back,”. He told her and rushes away. She turned about the place, it was very quiet, too quiet. She pulled off the duvet cover he had laid out for her. The room wasn’t four-cornered, it was large and somewhat spherical, padded about with irregular planks, brick walls, old