berrys_a_ghost t1_ixpfbdf wrote

"What do you mean?" I ask. Singing was not my tactic for luring. Sure, it's the most well-known way, but I've always been more of the type to tell the sailors sweet promises.

We stared at each other in confusion for a few seconds before the sailor covered his ears and screamed. "God, make it stop! It's horrible!" He fell to the ground, still covering his ears, and began to rock back and forth on his knees and whimper. The scariest part is: I couldn't hear anything. Frozen by shock, I stood there and watched as a once brave soldier crumbled to dust from the voices.

I snapped out of my daze when he let out a blood-curdling scream and toppled over onto his side. I knew what I had to do. I kneeled next to the man, placing my hands on his, and began chanting a blessing in Latin. "Animi, suscipit iste dolores et dolorem. non facit iniuriam ad hoc warantizandum.Obsecro te; Imo ego praecipio tibi, cura hunc!" The man stopped whimpering, but stayed where he was. Slowly, he lifted his head, tears streaming from his eyes, which were full of wonder. A smile spread across his fave as he let out a relieved laugh. "Thank you! Thank you so, so much," he cried, burying his face into my chest. I pulled him closer to me, holding him tight. I was so relieved.

We became closest of friends after that happened. I was always there for him, and he was always there for me. And we lived out our lives together until the very end.