Creative Writing: Empire Island

Mollie stared at the lapping waves, watching the inky darkness lap at the ship. With every moment that passed, the little voice in the back of her head grew louder urging her to jump. The fall into the sea wouldn’t kill her, no the beast within it would.
The sun slowly slipped from the sky casting shadows across the deck.
“Mollie you’re not going to sleep,” Kaldi asked poking his head out from the gally.
The smile she gave him didn’t reach her eyes, she shook her head in a no going back to watching the sky.
“Hey if you want to talk I’m always in the kitchen.” he stared at her as he spoke as if waiting for her to tell him what she was thinking about. Seeing that she wasn’t going to talk he went back to whatever he was doing before.
“Probably washing

It was that same voice that stopped her from jumping over.
"Y-Yannick,” she stuttered craning her head back to stare up at them in shock. Nervous laughter bubbled out of her at being caught like this.
She didn’t know what to do or say, Yannick seemed fine enough with the silence not speaking a word as they meditated.
“For a person whose eight feet tall I feel it’s unfair, you can sneak up so quietly,” she muttered to herself looking anywhere but them.
Mollie seemed to be the only one feeling awkward, Yannick appeared perfectly at peace.
She stared at them for a few more minutes before sitting down next to them, crossing her legs she sat up straight taking a deep breath.
“What do you do when it feels like your thoughts are drowning you,” she asked shyly, full of uncertainty.
“Have someone sit next to you,” was their simple answer.
Mollie stayed silent for a little while swaying from side to side, rolling with the waves. She didn’t know when she started talking but the words flowed from her lips like a river. Fears, hopes, dreams anything that could come to mind she spoke.
Once she was done Yannick cracked an eyelid open to glace at her asking,