I sleep on deck, letting the cool night be my covers. Queenie takes the wheel, and I don't think she plans on sleeping. Eventually, I stop watching her and fall asleep.
Queenie screams, awaking me. I stand quickly, drawing a knife from my belt. I search for Queenie's body in the dark night. I see her, struggling to stand. I look around quickly. Nobody I here except us.
"Queenie, are you okay?" I say loudly, sprinting toward her sweat drenched body. A tear streams down her face, and her breathing is so fast I think she might pass out.
"I...I'm fine. I should...get back to the wheel. We don't have time to get off course." She stutters, fear in her eyes.
"Okay, do you want me to take the wheel? You need some rest."
"Do you know where we're heading?" I never thought about that. She calms herself down while I think.
"Nope!" I say confidently. She rolls her eyes.
"Do you know how to steer a ship?"
"Nope!" I say again, smiling.
"It's like riding a bike or a horse, without the leg work." Well, that's helpful. Not. Queenie leans over to whisper to me. Even now she's way too tall for me, so she crouches. She says where we're going, not exactly a place, but some coordinates I understand. I nod, and grab the wheel.
"I'll be able to go for a few hours." I tell her, motioning for her to sleep.
"That's good. So are you and Tori friends now?" I truthfully do not know the answer to her question, so I muster up what I think could explain the situation.
"More or less."
"Good." She says, and slings her bag over her shoulder. I watch her pony tail swing as she walks below deck until her body disappears. The truth is, I don't really know how to steer a ship, but I've watch Queenie enough times, and I think I could do it.
As I grasp the wheel's soft wood in my hands, I imagine Robert in my head. The only memory I have of him is one day, a few years ago, when everyone was outside climbing trees and playing games like capture the flag. I'm pretty sure I was around eight or nine, but Robert picked me for his team; of course after he'd picked Queenie. I smiled wider than ever.
That was the first time I'd thought I could do something. That I was meant to do something.
I know he liked Queenie; because he told me. Well, not really, but it was obvious. I always wish that someone would look at me the same way he looked at her. I wonder if he had that same look when she killed him.