I open the hatch to the uppermost deck and slowly climb up out of the shallow, dark underbelly of the ship. Queenie turns quickly, pulling out a dagger, but quickly puts it away when she sees me. Tori doesn't seem too amused, but all the same surprised.
"Kennedy," Queenie says calmly, then raises her voice, "WHAT IN THE BLOODY H*** WERE YOU THINKING!" I almost laugh at her red face, but realize it's anger.
"That you two, going out alone, was going to turn bad if I didn't come to protect the poor little new girl." I say mockingly, walking toward them, pulling a knife out of my belt. Tori's face is as red as Queenie's, but with both anger and embarrassment.
"You can't protect me, you will just hurt your back." She means it well, in a way, but she is not person to tell me I can't fight.
"She's right." Queenie adds. Tori I could deal with, but Queenie insulting me? Telling me I can't do anything because of some stupid injury; That hurts me more than anything.
"Why do you always take her side? I can do it just as well as you! What are we even doing here?" I chock back tears. Tori just looks to Queenie, who looks out to sea instead of at me.
"I can't tell you." She says loudly.
"You were running away. From what? FROM ME!" I shout, taking steps away from them as I speak. Tori shakes her head, but Queenie's the one that answers me.
"You weren't supposed to come, yes." Is all she has to say. I keep walking backward, toward the other side of the boat. I want nothing more than distance between them and me.
"So you didn't want me here? Why? Just so you could go do something dangerous without me? I guess I would be a distraction, not being able to do anything." I counter her, but she doesn't even glance at me. Tears stream down my face.
"We didn't want you-" Tori starts, but this isn't about her. She knows she's stealing everything I know away from me. As I back up, my hands find the rail at the end of the ship. I hold sternly on it, keeping hold of the knife as well.
"Shut up! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I can do anything I want too! I'm tired of you saying I can't, I'M FINE!" I throw the knife in anger, and it lodges in the wood outside of the cabin on deck. The one flaw was, I loos my grip on the railing, and flip myself over following through with throwing the knife. My hip bone hits the rail as I fall overboard and land in the ice cold ocean.