Twice the Twins, Twice the Fun!
((Hey everyone, DragonLover43 here with the latest of my ingenius ideas for short stories. This one is only going to be a few chapters long, meaning ten at the most. Enjoy, and please, give feedback.))
I stood at the bow of the ship that was taking my sister and I to Berk. At the moment, she was puking over the side of the boat and feeding the fish with her pre-digested strips of boar, salt pork, and bread. I smirked to myself. It was hard to believe that as twins, we were nothing alike. In fact, the only way we knew we were twins was because we shared thoughts and emotions. Other than that, we were completely different in every way: She had golden-brown hair I had black. She had brown eyes I had blue. We share the same complexion and pigment of our skin, but that's where the physical similarities stopped.
Hey, you okay? I asked my sister silently. She sent back a wave of mixed feelings. On one hand it felt great to throw up when you were feeling sick, on the other hand she hated the burn it left in her throat. She got seasick when we were out on a wharf. She occasionally had a bit of difficulty with baths, so she took showers instead.
Never better. I'll be great when we reach Berk, Brrrlllgh! Her thought was cut off by another bout of vomitting. I pretended not to notice and watched the speck in the distance grow bigger.
"Berk! Two points off the starboard! Landho!" the man in the crow's nest cried.
The captain approached me. "Excuse me, Master Darren, but we're almost to Berk. We'll be there by nightfall, sir. I hope your trip with us was enjoyable," he said removing his cap and wringing it between his hands. He dipped a bow to me before returning to his position on the poopdeck. I sighed and went to find my poor sister, Deseri.