Chapter 3- Cabin Rules
Christine followed Davy down a long hallway until they reached a door at the end. Davy opened the door and rudely pushed her in. Davy slammed the door shut behind her. Apparently, he had other things to attend to. Christine soon realized that she wasn't alone in this room. Maccus finished setting up an old cot in the farthest corner of the room. He glared menacingly at her. He seemed to be in a very bad mood.
"Why did you do that wench!"he growled at her.
"Do what?" she asked in confusion.
"Decide to stay on this damned ship! You've never done physical work I imagine. You'll just be useless! The Captain will expect you to work," Maccus raged.
Christine shuffled her feet uncomfortably. Why was Maccus so hostile to her? She had been on the ship for a few minutes, and he already judged her. He shoved past her and exited the room. She immediately dismissed Maccus' rudeness as soon as she looked at the magnificent organ in front of her. She sat on the wooden bench and delicately stroked the keys. She softly began to play a song. She was a decent player of the organ, but her sister Maria was the expert. Christine's fingers flew across the keys without error. The harmonious melody drifted throughout the cabin. A few minutes later, Davy burst into the cabin with his tentacles writhing in anger.
"Nobody touches the organ-uh!" he yelled. Christine jumped and immediately stopped playing. She hastily got off the bench.
"I'm sorry Captain," she said with sheer terror in her voice. "It's just a wonderful organ, and I haven't played an organ for a while, and…" she stopped because Davy glared venomously at her.
"You will not touch the organ, or any of my other items-uh. Is that clear?" Davy said strictly. Christine nodded. "Good. Your meals will be served in here. You do not leave this room-uh," he ordered.
"Am I allowed to go on deck occasionally for fresh air?" she asked stupidly.
"No! You cannot!" Davy roared. "If ye shall not follow my rules-uh, then I will let my crew have the best of ya!" He angrily sat down and played a loud, angry song on the organ.
Christine curled up in her cot. It was very lumpy and there was only one dirty and moldy blanket for warmth. It had been a very long time since anyone slept in it and cleaned it. Well, she thought to herself, this is my life now, I chose it, now I must live it. She stared at the wall and let her mind wander into misery.
Right now, if nothing tragic had happened, she would still be on her father' s ship, reading a book or talking to her sisters. Instead, here she was, on an old crusty ship that even Hell was afraid of, in a room with a squid man. But things could have been worse, she could be a corpse at the bottom of the ocean.
What she was worrying about the most was her isolation. She wanted to see the sun and breathe the ocean air. Maybe she could befriend a crewmember who came into the cabin and convince Davy to let her out occasionally. That would be her plan for now.
Davy eventually stopped playing the organ. He slumped in the bench and started snoring. Christine rolled her eyes and tried to tune out Davy's snoring. She covered herself with the blanket and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
Sorry the chapters are short, when I write them on paper, they seem long. Please review! Peace Out!
