I must have dozed off a bit. The next thing I remember is waking up. But this time I can see more of the room. There is a table with papers scattered all over it. Next to that, there is a globe with marks here and there on it. I wonder what they are for. I suppose I will find out sooner or later since I am most likely to be on this ship for a while.
I prop myself up with my arms and look around some more. My eyes go straight to the little flickering locket I saw earlier. The more I look around the most I want to get up and walk. Stupid ankle. Why do I have to be hurt in some place I would really like to know where I am? Just my luck I guess.
My door is opened once again, and I lay back down. I hear the door shut, and then that awkward walk of the man again.
Before he has a chance to come too much closer to my bed, I ask something.
"When will I be able to see who you are?" This question surprises him because there is a long period of uncertain silence before he answers.
"I-I don't know-uh." He apparently likes to enhance his words with "uh" afterwards.
I prop myself up again and look in his direction. He is still out of the light, and not able to see very well.
"Why not now?" I ask calmly. He is quiet again.
"What is yer name missy?" He asks me. He is trying to change the subject. If he wants to do that, then let it be done. But I'm just going to take his subject change and add it to what I am trying to find out.
"If you want to know my name, or anything else about me for that matter, then you're going to have to show me who you are first." I finish and hear him give a sigh.
"I don't think yer going to want to know that missy." Why would he not want to show himself? The man who has rescued me.
I think of a good reason for him to show himself. "Yes, I do want to know. If I'm going to be on this ship, then sooner or later I will be seeing you. So why not show me now?"
"Because ye can just wait till that 'later' period."
Another question comes to my mind. I think he's getting annoyed with me asking so many. "Well, if you aren't going to show yourself to me, then may I please be told what ship this is that I'm on?" By asking that, I may be able to figure out on my own who he is. Maybe even what he looks like.
He gives another sigh, and this time answers my question, but not before walking to the door, being careful of not to show himself to me. Opening the door, he quickly slips through and then says him answer. "The Flying Dutchman." He shuts the door and walks away.
I knew it! I as right all along. Any that means…that this man who has rescued me is no other than Davy Jones himself. I have finally found out who my rescuer is. I suppose he will think I know what he looks like now. He should show himself to me sooner or later.
I realize why he said I could wait to see him until later. Because I have a hurt ankle, and therefore cannot run, he knew that I was frightened I could not get away if he showed himself. But what he doesn't know is that I would have not been afraid. Others fear him with just he presence…but me mind is telling me something different. I feel no fear when he is around. I seem to feel for him. I feel as if something has happened to me in the past that is the same that had happened to him. My mind races to figure out what it is, but only gives me a headache in the process.
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(NOTE: The chapters should be getting a bit longer as I get into my story.)