Cormack Owle
30. The Captain and The Engineer: The "Doctor"
Ever since Vincent and Aiden had been discovered by the authorities in the street, it had been nothing but a whirlwind of activity and loud men demanding to know what happened all the way up to Vincent's flat. Aiden had claimed, "I found him like this!" a handful of times already! Now, Vincent was laying in his bed asleep, resting fitfully with a couple of peelers surrounding him, one pressing linen to his abdomen to stop the bleeding. Across the room, Aiden was seated on Vincent's chaise while staring at his captain. Nearby, Pete the lantern lay deactivated and turned off.
"Alright, son. From the top. Who is this, who are you, and what happened?"
Aiden pulled his gaze away to look back at the constable who had pulled up a chair and taken a seat before him. Unlike the other men, the constable seemed to show more empathy and wanted to actually hear what happened. It was obvious he wasn't going to accept the rushed answer Aiden offered his subordinates.
"Sir, this man is my captain: Vincent Dubois. He runs a cargo airship and I'm his engineer: Aiden Anderson. See, the captain missed an appointment with a client yesterday afternoon and well...I was worried. To be honest," Aiden elaborated as he motioned the constable to lean in a little closer but said quietly but loud enough for the others to hear, "he's a bit of a drunk and he gets into trouble like this every so often." He cleared his throat and spoke up more with a small sigh. "I figured he'd gone and got himself drunk and forgot all about it. I assumed he'd made his ass home by now, but I found him around the corner like this with all his belongings gone and everything! He woke up for a moment but he said he didn't know who it was. I was trying to get him upstairs but he'd already passed out again just before your men found us."
Behind the constable, one of the peelers snorted slightly and added, "He's not wrong, Sir. This guy gets drunk every time that he's in town." The constable glanced over his shoulder and quirked his brow at his subordinate who smirked and nudged the seated man beside him.
Aiden bit back an angry remark and instead turned his attention back to the constable who turned to look back at Aiden. Aiden didn't want to talk about Vincent like that and call him a 'drunk.' However, they needed the authorities off their tail! He hoped that the constable would buy his story and just call it an unwitnessed mugging and move on.
"Does he have any relatives in town?"
"Yes, Sir! His uncle and aunt and their daughters! But I don't know where they live or...or any of their names."
Behind the constable, the man standing rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. Aiden felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't offer that information but it wasn't like he could help it! Vincent was a private person, and he'd never had a reason to know until now. However the constable didn't seem phased by Aiden's response and continued to patiently question him.
"Alright, son. Do they share the same family name? Does he have any other contacts?"
"I believe so, Sir. And the only other person I know of is Damien O'Connor, our other crewmate, who is staying with family but I don't have his address or their names memorized. I'm sorry."
"John," the man pressing the linen to Vincent's side interrupted, "this guy's not looking so good. He's starting to get clammy." And even as he spoke, Vincent's painful groaning could be heard as he shifted uncomfortably in his sleep.
Aiden felt his heart clench at the news, but it wasn't surprising either. With the severity of Vincent's injuries and the conditions he was subjected to at the private jail, the chances of getting through this alive had been slim. Now that sickness was setting in with an apparent infection, the odds were even less likely! So many people died every day from even the stupidest, simplest injuries that became infected! The idea of losing Vincent made Aiden want to throw up. He couldn't lose Vincent! He couldn't!
There was a knock at the door and the man standing went to answer it. It was only a minute later that he returned and looked at his commanding officer and informed him, "The hospital sent word that someone is on the way."
The constable gave a nod, then looked at Aiden. He gave a small sigh though his eyes held empathy as he explained, "I'm going to try to contact the Dubois family. My men will stay until the doctor arrives. Forgive me, but I am sure you understand the severity of this situation. I am very sorry. My prayers are with your captain that he makes it through."
"Thank you, Sir."
Once the constable took his leave, Aiden's gaze returned to Vincent who lay there in bed looking very much in pain and sleeping restlessly. It was clear the constable didn't have much faith in Vincent's chances of recovery. Honestly, there wasn't much else Aiden could do but wait and pray that Vincent would pull through and that the doctor would be able to save his captain.
He'd made it this far, Aiden thought. He has to make it. He has to!
...
It was about twenty excruciating, long minutes later that there was a brisk knocking at the door which made everyone jump. Everyone looked at each other before one of the officers went to answer it. Aiden prayed it was the doctor! If there was any chance of saving Vincent, it had to be now! The peeler's voice came a moment later, sounding slightly put off at whoever the visitor was.
"Can I help you, Madame?"
"Pardon me but I have a patient to attend to."
"I know who you are. We were expecting the doctor, not YOU, witch."
"...come again?"
"The gentleman inside is very ill. He needs a REAL doctor, not some woman playing with sticks and leaves pretending to be one!"
"Move."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Out of my way!"
"Just...hold on! You can't just go in there! Madame!"
Both Aiden and the peeler attending to Vincent looked up with wide eyes as a fiery red haired woman barged into the room, heavy bag in hand and looking determined as she marched towards the sleeping Vincent. As her eyes fell upon him, her expression shifted and she looked so heartbroken.
There was something familiar about the woman, but before Aiden could figure out why the peeler was at her heels barking, "Madame, you will cease this intrusion!" The woman forcefully set her heavy bag down on the edge of the bed and turned on her heel. She got right up in the man's face without fear despite her short stature. She set her hands on her hips and glowered up at him.
As if it wasn't clear enough that she wasn't going to accept being spoken to in this manner, she retorted hotly, "The doctor is not available to come tonight because when he heard the condition of Mr. Dubois, he expressed his lack of faith in his recovery so I volunteered to come in his stead! I care more about the rat shit on my 'boot'," she said with emphasis, “than I care about who you expected me to be or not! Now...if there is to be any chance of saving this man, I need to get to work! If you are going to arrest me or throw me out, I will drop on my knees this very second and pray to God that He damns you to remember EVERY DAY that it was YOU who killed this innocent, sick man just so you could feel powerful over some woman for two minutes! OR you can choose to do the right thing and let me get to work!"
The peeler's jaw dropped and he stammered, unable to form a proper response. Disgusted with this man, the woman leaned up on her toes to appear bigger as she growled quietly, "And might I remind you, Benjamin Burke, that two Summers past when that snake bit you it was NOT the doctor who sucked the venom from your veins. It. Was. Me."
Her bold statement was followed by the loudest silence Aiden had ever experienced. He was furious at the audacity of the peeler for his attitude towards her; especially since it was apparent that she'd saved his life in the past! He hadn't forgotten the "witch" accusation from when she first called either but this woman was something else! He was intimidated as much as he admired her boldness!
For a long moment, nothing was spoken as the peeler's face grew a dark shade of red. It was clear he was angry and embarrassed! However, after a few more seconds he seemed unable to formulate a retort. Aiden wondered if the woman was going to antagonize him further, but instead simply quirked her brow at him before turning away and stepping up the bedside to reach for her bag calmly as she stated, "If you are finished with your reports gentlemen, you may take your leave. I have a life to save."
With a sneer, the peeler glanced across the room to his colleague. "C'mon," he growled as his eyes turned darkly upon the woman's back. The other peeler looked across the room at Aiden apologetically, then set the linen down and began to follow after the other. As he drew up with the woman, he paused and said sincerely, "Thank you for coming so quickly, Madame, despite what my colleague says..."
"Of course," she replied with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank y-"
"Let's go!" came the angry voice of the man behind them. As the peeler joined the angry one, he held the door open and seethed impatiently. As the second walked out, the first said loudly, "That guy's a goner for sure! Witch!"
And the door slammed shut leaving his accusation ringing behind him.
Before he realized what he was doing, Aiden was on his feet and about to go chasing after the peeler and beat some sense into him! He didn't care that he was about to be arrested for it!
"That bastard!"
Still pumped and not caring about repercussions, he began to march for the door! But as he drew up with the woman, she reached out and gently but firmly tugged his arm and yanked him back as she pointed out, "Wait, Aiden! It's not worth it! Vincent needs you more than that pig needs a beating!"
Disarmed, Aiden immediately paused in his steps and stared down at her. He saw now that she was young; perhaps his own age and with a cute, round face. She quirked her mouth in a slight peek of a smile, evidently amused. And then in her eyes, even in the dim light, Aiden recognized the familiar, gorgeous colors of the sea. That along with that slight smile at the corner of her mouth made him realize why he recognized her even if he didn't know why. Even with her fiery red hair and plump figure, she reminded him of Vincent!
"How do you know my name?"
"Haven't you heard? I'm a witch," she responded dryly as she released his arm. Making haste, she moved around the bed to inspect Vincent. As she did, she explained quickly, "My apologies for speaking your name so informally. Vincent told me about you. Well, all of us really, when he came to visit for family dinner last week. I'm his cousin, Miss Bernadette Dubois, second eldest of the brood. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance though I do wish it were under better circumstances." As she pressed her hand to Vincent's warm, dampened forehead, she frowned and quickly shifted to check his vitals and groaned softly. "I'm glad I got here when I did. God knows I REFUSED to leave my cousin in the hands of that incapable man."
'What a bold thing to say,' Aiden thought silently as he stood on the opposite side of the bed and just took in the sight of this surprising young woman. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever met! But then again, she was supposedly Vincent's cousin and he certainly wasn't a typical man.
"As do I, Miss Dubois. I am thankful you are here. Vincent isn't looking too good, is he?"
"He's not looking good at all! We'll be lucky if he doesn't have tetanus to contend with as well! I fear my cousin is living on borrowed time."
"What can I do to help?"
Bernadette was grateful for Aiden's willingness to stay. If he hadn't, this would be a much harder ordeal and treatment would not have been started until it was far too late! As for Aiden, it wasn't even a second thought. He was going to help in any way he could.
The first thing Bernadette had done after giving Vincent the safest large doses of opium from a small tincture bottle was burn some kind of dry herb she called sage to "clear the air" as she put it. While she did that, she sent Aiden into Vincent's kitchen to look for some of his rum or any other alcohol he could find and to boil some water. While the kettle was heating up, he'd found some rum hiding in a cabinet and brought it promptly over. Already knowing what this was for, he prayed Vincent would stay asleep for it. Aiden had witnessed before the pain of alcohol on an open wound.
As he returned to the bedside, he set down the bottle of rum and was suddenly distracted by a rather odd, pungent smell that wasn't the sage or the alcohol. Aiden made a slight face as across from him, Bernadette withdrew and began unwrapping a small, damp package. Inside was a round lump of something that smelled even more pungent and with a hint of citrus outside its packaging. In Aiden's opinion it greatly resembled a dark green rolled up ball of feces! It looked gross and smelled suspicious!
"What is 'that?!'" he asked bluntly and skeptically before he could stop himself. His question drew a highly amused smirk from Bernadette. She held out the sticky ball for him to see with a quirked brow.
"Bhang*."
"Bhang?"
"Yes. Technically it's-" she put a strange, foreign accent on it "-'bhang goli.' It's a foreign recipe. It's going into the tea. It's made from the plant our people call cannabis. It has many healing properties." As she shifted it stickily in her hand, she elaborated more much to Aiden's surprise and appreciation. "This particular bhang mixture helps with anxiety, pain, nausea, and has sedative effects." Immediately Aiden's eyes widened as he stared at the green round ball in her hand.
"I've never heard of it before! Is ALL of it going into the tea?"
"Heavens, no!" she exclaimed with a chuckle as she set the ball of bhang on the tea plate she'd previously set down the nightstand beside her. "He'd probably sleep until next week if I gave him this whole thing, and throttle me for it...or possibly thank me. Hm. Best not find out! No, just a couple pinches is all." She cleared her throat and began to wipe her hands. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it, being around Vincent and all."
Before Aiden could ask what she meant by any of that (for it all sounded as confusing as it was interesting to him), Bernadette continued, "The opium should be kicking in very soon. Then afterwards the bhang and valerian root tea will be potent and ready. Right then! Let's get started."
...
Vocabulary
*Bhang- A mixture of the pieces of the cannabis plant ground and turned into a paste and used in drinks or other edibles.
Disclaimer: Fictional liberties have been taken for the dosing of all medications mentioned in the story above.
For more information about bhang, I strongly recommend doing some research!
But to help you get started, here is a useful link:
wayofleaf.com/recipes/what-is-bhang
***
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
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30. The Captain and The Engineer: The "Doctor"
Ever since Vincent and Aiden had been discovered by the authorities in the street, it had been nothing but a whirlwind of activity and loud men demanding to know what happened all the way up to Vincent's flat. Aiden had claimed, "I found him like this!" a handful of times already! Now, Vincent was laying in his bed asleep, resting fitfully with a couple of peelers surrounding him, one pressing linen to his abdomen to stop the bleeding. Across the room, Aiden was seated on Vincent's chaise while staring at his captain. Nearby, Pete the lantern lay deactivated and turned off.
"Alright, son. From the top. Who is this, who are you, and what happened?"
Aiden pulled his gaze away to look back at the constable who had pulled up a chair and taken a seat before him. Unlike the other men, the constable seemed to show more empathy and wanted to actually hear what happened. It was obvious he wasn't going to accept the rushed answer Aiden offered his subordinates.
"Sir, this man is my captain: Vincent Dubois. He runs a cargo airship and I'm his engineer: Aiden Anderson. See, the captain missed an appointment with a client yesterday afternoon and well...I was worried. To be honest," Aiden elaborated as he motioned the constable to lean in a little closer but said quietly but loud enough for the others to hear, "he's a bit of a drunk and he gets into trouble like this every so often." He cleared his throat and spoke up more with a small sigh. "I figured he'd gone and got himself drunk and forgot all about it. I assumed he'd made his ass home by now, but I found him around the corner like this with all his belongings gone and everything! He woke up for a moment but he said he didn't know who it was. I was trying to get him upstairs but he'd already passed out again just before your men found us."
Behind the constable, one of the peelers snorted slightly and added, "He's not wrong, Sir. This guy gets drunk every time that he's in town." The constable glanced over his shoulder and quirked his brow at his subordinate who smirked and nudged the seated man beside him.
Aiden bit back an angry remark and instead turned his attention back to the constable who turned to look back at Aiden. Aiden didn't want to talk about Vincent like that and call him a 'drunk.' However, they needed the authorities off their tail! He hoped that the constable would buy his story and just call it an unwitnessed mugging and move on.
"Does he have any relatives in town?"
"Yes, Sir! His uncle and aunt and their daughters! But I don't know where they live or...or any of their names."
Behind the constable, the man standing rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. Aiden felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't offer that information but it wasn't like he could help it! Vincent was a private person, and he'd never had a reason to know until now. However the constable didn't seem phased by Aiden's response and continued to patiently question him.
"Alright, son. Do they share the same family name? Does he have any other contacts?"
"I believe so, Sir. And the only other person I know of is Damien O'Connor, our other crewmate, who is staying with family but I don't have his address or their names memorized. I'm sorry."
"John," the man pressing the linen to Vincent's side interrupted, "this guy's not looking so good. He's starting to get clammy." And even as he spoke, Vincent's painful groaning could be heard as he shifted uncomfortably in his sleep.
Aiden felt his heart clench at the news, but it wasn't surprising either. With the severity of Vincent's injuries and the conditions he was subjected to at the private jail, the chances of getting through this alive had been slim. Now that sickness was setting in with an apparent infection, the odds were even less likely! So many people died every day from even the stupidest, simplest injuries that became infected! The idea of losing Vincent made Aiden want to throw up. He couldn't lose Vincent! He couldn't!
There was a knock at the door and the man standing went to answer it. It was only a minute later that he returned and looked at his commanding officer and informed him, "The hospital sent word that someone is on the way."
The constable gave a nod, then looked at Aiden. He gave a small sigh though his eyes held empathy as he explained, "I'm going to try to contact the Dubois family. My men will stay until the doctor arrives. Forgive me, but I am sure you understand the severity of this situation. I am very sorry. My prayers are with your captain that he makes it through."
"Thank you, Sir."
Once the constable took his leave, Aiden's gaze returned to Vincent who lay there in bed looking very much in pain and sleeping restlessly. It was clear the constable didn't have much faith in Vincent's chances of recovery. Honestly, there wasn't much else Aiden could do but wait and pray that Vincent would pull through and that the doctor would be able to save his captain.
He'd made it this far, Aiden thought. He has to make it. He has to!
...
It was about twenty excruciating, long minutes later that there was a brisk knocking at the door which made everyone jump. Everyone looked at each other before one of the officers went to answer it. Aiden prayed it was the doctor! If there was any chance of saving Vincent, it had to be now! The peeler's voice came a moment later, sounding slightly put off at whoever the visitor was.
"Can I help you, Madame?"
"Pardon me but I have a patient to attend to."
"I know who you are. We were expecting the doctor, not YOU, witch."
"...come again?"
"The gentleman inside is very ill. He needs a REAL doctor, not some woman playing with sticks and leaves pretending to be one!"
"Move."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Out of my way!"
"Just...hold on! You can't just go in there! Madame!"
Both Aiden and the peeler attending to Vincent looked up with wide eyes as a fiery red haired woman barged into the room, heavy bag in hand and looking determined as she marched towards the sleeping Vincent. As her eyes fell upon him, her expression shifted and she looked so heartbroken.
There was something familiar about the woman, but before Aiden could figure out why the peeler was at her heels barking, "Madame, you will cease this intrusion!" The woman forcefully set her heavy bag down on the edge of the bed and turned on her heel. She got right up in the man's face without fear despite her short stature. She set her hands on her hips and glowered up at him.
As if it wasn't clear enough that she wasn't going to accept being spoken to in this manner, she retorted hotly, "The doctor is not available to come tonight because when he heard the condition of Mr. Dubois, he expressed his lack of faith in his recovery so I volunteered to come in his stead! I care more about the rat shit on my 'boot'," she said with emphasis, “than I care about who you expected me to be or not! Now...if there is to be any chance of saving this man, I need to get to work! If you are going to arrest me or throw me out, I will drop on my knees this very second and pray to God that He damns you to remember EVERY DAY that it was YOU who killed this innocent, sick man just so you could feel powerful over some woman for two minutes! OR you can choose to do the right thing and let me get to work!"
The peeler's jaw dropped and he stammered, unable to form a proper response. Disgusted with this man, the woman leaned up on her toes to appear bigger as she growled quietly, "And might I remind you, Benjamin Burke, that two Summers past when that snake bit you it was NOT the doctor who sucked the venom from your veins. It. Was. Me."
Her bold statement was followed by the loudest silence Aiden had ever experienced. He was furious at the audacity of the peeler for his attitude towards her; especially since it was apparent that she'd saved his life in the past! He hadn't forgotten the "witch" accusation from when she first called either but this woman was something else! He was intimidated as much as he admired her boldness!
For a long moment, nothing was spoken as the peeler's face grew a dark shade of red. It was clear he was angry and embarrassed! However, after a few more seconds he seemed unable to formulate a retort. Aiden wondered if the woman was going to antagonize him further, but instead simply quirked her brow at him before turning away and stepping up the bedside to reach for her bag calmly as she stated, "If you are finished with your reports gentlemen, you may take your leave. I have a life to save."
With a sneer, the peeler glanced across the room to his colleague. "C'mon," he growled as his eyes turned darkly upon the woman's back. The other peeler looked across the room at Aiden apologetically, then set the linen down and began to follow after the other. As he drew up with the woman, he paused and said sincerely, "Thank you for coming so quickly, Madame, despite what my colleague says..."
"Of course," she replied with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank y-"
"Let's go!" came the angry voice of the man behind them. As the peeler joined the angry one, he held the door open and seethed impatiently. As the second walked out, the first said loudly, "That guy's a goner for sure! Witch!"
And the door slammed shut leaving his accusation ringing behind him.
Before he realized what he was doing, Aiden was on his feet and about to go chasing after the peeler and beat some sense into him! He didn't care that he was about to be arrested for it!
"That bastard!"
Still pumped and not caring about repercussions, he began to march for the door! But as he drew up with the woman, she reached out and gently but firmly tugged his arm and yanked him back as she pointed out, "Wait, Aiden! It's not worth it! Vincent needs you more than that pig needs a beating!"
Disarmed, Aiden immediately paused in his steps and stared down at her. He saw now that she was young; perhaps his own age and with a cute, round face. She quirked her mouth in a slight peek of a smile, evidently amused. And then in her eyes, even in the dim light, Aiden recognized the familiar, gorgeous colors of the sea. That along with that slight smile at the corner of her mouth made him realize why he recognized her even if he didn't know why. Even with her fiery red hair and plump figure, she reminded him of Vincent!
"How do you know my name?"
"Haven't you heard? I'm a witch," she responded dryly as she released his arm. Making haste, she moved around the bed to inspect Vincent. As she did, she explained quickly, "My apologies for speaking your name so informally. Vincent told me about you. Well, all of us really, when he came to visit for family dinner last week. I'm his cousin, Miss Bernadette Dubois, second eldest of the brood. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance though I do wish it were under better circumstances." As she pressed her hand to Vincent's warm, dampened forehead, she frowned and quickly shifted to check his vitals and groaned softly. "I'm glad I got here when I did. God knows I REFUSED to leave my cousin in the hands of that incapable man."
'What a bold thing to say,' Aiden thought silently as he stood on the opposite side of the bed and just took in the sight of this surprising young woman. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever met! But then again, she was supposedly Vincent's cousin and he certainly wasn't a typical man.
"As do I, Miss Dubois. I am thankful you are here. Vincent isn't looking too good, is he?"
"He's not looking good at all! We'll be lucky if he doesn't have tetanus to contend with as well! I fear my cousin is living on borrowed time."
"What can I do to help?"
Bernadette was grateful for Aiden's willingness to stay. If he hadn't, this would be a much harder ordeal and treatment would not have been started until it was far too late! As for Aiden, it wasn't even a second thought. He was going to help in any way he could.
The first thing Bernadette had done after giving Vincent the safest large doses of opium from a small tincture bottle was burn some kind of dry herb she called sage to "clear the air" as she put it. While she did that, she sent Aiden into Vincent's kitchen to look for some of his rum or any other alcohol he could find and to boil some water. While the kettle was heating up, he'd found some rum hiding in a cabinet and brought it promptly over. Already knowing what this was for, he prayed Vincent would stay asleep for it. Aiden had witnessed before the pain of alcohol on an open wound.
As he returned to the bedside, he set down the bottle of rum and was suddenly distracted by a rather odd, pungent smell that wasn't the sage or the alcohol. Aiden made a slight face as across from him, Bernadette withdrew and began unwrapping a small, damp package. Inside was a round lump of something that smelled even more pungent and with a hint of citrus outside its packaging. In Aiden's opinion it greatly resembled a dark green rolled up ball of feces! It looked gross and smelled suspicious!
"What is 'that?!'" he asked bluntly and skeptically before he could stop himself. His question drew a highly amused smirk from Bernadette. She held out the sticky ball for him to see with a quirked brow.
"Bhang*."
"Bhang?"
"Yes. Technically it's-" she put a strange, foreign accent on it "-'bhang goli.' It's a foreign recipe. It's going into the tea. It's made from the plant our people call cannabis. It has many healing properties." As she shifted it stickily in her hand, she elaborated more much to Aiden's surprise and appreciation. "This particular bhang mixture helps with anxiety, pain, nausea, and has sedative effects." Immediately Aiden's eyes widened as he stared at the green round ball in her hand.
"I've never heard of it before! Is ALL of it going into the tea?"
"Heavens, no!" she exclaimed with a chuckle as she set the ball of bhang on the tea plate she'd previously set down the nightstand beside her. "He'd probably sleep until next week if I gave him this whole thing, and throttle me for it...or possibly thank me. Hm. Best not find out! No, just a couple pinches is all." She cleared her throat and began to wipe her hands. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it, being around Vincent and all."
Before Aiden could ask what she meant by any of that (for it all sounded as confusing as it was interesting to him), Bernadette continued, "The opium should be kicking in very soon. Then afterwards the bhang and valerian root tea will be potent and ready. Right then! Let's get started."
...
Vocabulary
*Bhang- A mixture of the pieces of the cannabis plant ground and turned into a paste and used in drinks or other edibles.
Disclaimer: Fictional liberties have been taken for the dosing of all medications mentioned in the story above.
For more information about bhang, I strongly recommend doing some research!
But to help you get started, here is a useful link:
wayofleaf.com/recipes/what-is-bhang
***
Next part: www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/52269466069/
To start from the beginning or to read another chapter, here's the album link:
www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/albums/72157717075565127
***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
***
Special thank you to Vin Aydin Raven-Mysterious for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
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