Shit.
Andromeda jumped to her feet. She rubbed her eyes. How could she have fallen asleep?! How could she be so foolish. Thoughts raced though her head in an alarming, almost dizzying speed. She blinked hard, and scolded herself to focus. Soon her racing thoughts slowed down enough to actually process them.
She sorted out the information she knew.
Her watch said she slept for to hours.
It was 7:00 AM
The ship was still in port (But for how long?)
She put the question away for later and tried to focus again.
She was hungry.
Shit.
She shouldn't have thought that. Now it was all she could focus on.
Wait a tick.
She was in a bleeding port. Portships. Shipspeople. Peoplefood.
Of Course.
How hard could it be to grab one bite? Then she swore she would go back to figuring out her dire situation.
She walked down a weather beaten path toward shore. Sure enough she was right. There was a bunch of men loading crates of food onto Ships. She quickly ducked behind one. She was used to stealing food to keep herself alive (the stupid caretakers at her orphanage wouldn't know care it if bit them in the arse.) but never like this.
When the men weren't looking, she pried one crate open. Afraid they'd turn around, she crawled inside it. Of course the large crate was only filled with smaller boxes. She sat on one and lifted another open. She pulled out a single half loaf of bread as quickly and quietly as she could.
She slid the loaf in her shoulderbag. She pressed her palm up against the lid of the crate and slowly pushed it open. Then all of a sudden, something shifted her. Even on her knees she managed to topple over onto boxes. She bit her tongue to prevent her from swearing loudly.
What the bloody Hell happened?
Wait a tick.
Was she…Moving?
Oh My God. They were loading the crate.
And She was still inside.
This was either the best thing to ever happen to her, or it would be the worst tragedy of her life.
She held her bag to her chest to prevent the contents from shifting as she rattled down the pebbled road. She was relying on common sense know. She stiffed her back up against the side of the crate and braced her foot against the other side.
Sure enough, The crate was pushed on an angle. Sunlight flooded though the cracks between the boards. She moved uphill for a while. Then the sunlight was gone. She thought she heard something close. Now she was in total blackness.
"Well, Shit" She let herself say out loud.
"What was that?" an anonymous voice rang out.
"What was what?" another replied.
"That noise" The first one said.
"I didn't hear nothn'" said the later.
Andromeda crawled to peer between the cracks in the wood with her hand over her mouth. She could see absolutely nothing in the blackness, except she thought she could see some light in the distance.
Candlelight?
She could have sworn it was real. But it kept papering, moving a little, then it would disaster. She figured she was a part of a maze of boxes ad crates. And these two men were looking for something.
Were they looking for her?
No, they couldn't be. She was just being paranoid.
As the candlelight grew closer, she could pick up on what they were saying.
"what we lookn' for again?"
"The cook says he needs bread"
"Look at all this food"
"well, we feeding lots a people, and we are goin' all the way to London"
London?
YES!! Her luck was turning.
Or was it?
Shit!!
welcome to Chap 2. Sorry it's a bit of a cliffie, But that's the only way I inspire myself to write more. Comments, Critts and Reviews are LOVED!! and check out the FF DA accout. www.fabala-todd. Chap 2 should be coming soon. I promise.