Postby Soul_Rebel » Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:31 am
The night passes, thankfully without the reptile breaking loose. Better yet, York, the guard, has apparently forgotten to let the croc eat my toes as promised. No sleep for me, though. I get fish guts thrown on me often, and a few children decide to waste some perfectly good eggs to "enhance" what might be my last night on this earth.
I must have slept for a little while, I guess, because the sadistic guard York is waking me up with a fresh bucket of fish guts. "Wake up, murderer." Bryan is beside him, grinning. He leans in, "We figured ya out. Got some help, but don't think we needed it!"
Just then I notice a burlap sack next to them. Moving. York pulls the young orphan, Edgar, out by his collar. His wrists are bound, though the sash of cloth tied around his head had fallen to rest around the boy's neck. "I'm sorry Jack. They insisted that they'd kill you if I didn't tell them...."
Tell them what....oh no.
Bryan crossed his arms, "We know you're no murderer. Tell us why you lied about such a thing, and we'll loose ya, swear it."
York stuffed Edgar back in his sack.
A thousand thoughts fly through my head, this might be my chance. Do I dare trust the likes of York and Bryan? Do I risk denying them?
The lunk, York, pulls down my gag, and pulls the underwear out. I can see them laughing about the knickers behind their serious facade.
As I muse, a fiasco pulls away all attention; a procession of dripping wet sailors are walking down the boards, cursing. "...I find that little wretch, i'm going to skin 'er for sinking my boat!" Redeye led them shouting out his plans for vengeance as they staggered into a nearby tavern.
So she's escaped....
Just then, my mind was made up, "I respectfully decline, my good ser's. I'm a murderer, and it would be bad form to release me." I marvel at my own courage.
York and Bryan exchange a look.
"As it happens, we're going to release you anyway....Just not the kind of releasing you think......."
They unbind my torso and march me across the walk to.....the horn. The horn had been used for centuries to coral large fish into the cove of Leiran. For an unexplained reason, the vibrations attracted fish from far out to sea. And when all those little fish came swimming up, so did the sharks....
"You wanna be a murderer, we'll show how we treat murderer's, won't we Bryan?"
Bryan grinned and said, "Word is youre an animal lover. After all, ya fed ol' Whitebeard to that kraken. Or was it a shark?"
I begin to struggle and try to scream, but only pathetic mew's come out. York hits me hard across the face. I try to keep consciousness, though.... he hit me hard!
I see a bright shore with calm waters. There's a mermaid swimming up to the beach. Her hair is red-copper, and her eyes are enchanting. I clumsily try to stumble out to her- but I only swing. When I look back she's gone, but the ocean is still there. The horn. The horn's blowing has woken me.
I look down and see York and Bryan's ropework. I'm strung to an anchor by enough rope to work a small yacht. My pants are filled with what feels like fish guts, all the better to attract the sharks to a vulnerable spot.I decide I really hate those guards. Not surprisingly, my gag has been refitted, and as I feel the soft silk in my mouth I think of Helya, that old caring woman. Yet- how could she of let me do this reckless thing if she cares so much.....Then my thoughts traveled to the orphans...That's why....They need to eat.
The worst part wasn't, that i'll fail them all. With resignation, I begin to stare at the fish as they fill the void below me. I'm shaken as the chain holding the anchor above deck shifts.
York calls from behind, "we're releasing you, just like we said!" The two buffoons laugh at the sad excuse for humor.
As I slowly begin to sink, I note a large object pushing the surface water some 30 yards off. This looks bad.....
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Soul_Rebel on Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:59 am, edited 1 time in total.
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