Chapter 3
Calamy looked at the girl , and gave her a small smile. "Please, you will be safe here." he motioned for her to return to the tent. Calamy put his around her shoulder and opened the curtain. She looked at him and saw that there was kindness in his blue eyes, and even though she didn't understand him, she felt she could trust him.
"Ah, there you are Mr. Calamy." The doctor smiled when he saw the girl coming back inside with the midshipman. "Could you please bring her to the table and sit beside her?"
"Yes, Sir." Peter went and took her by the arm, and the girl gave a gasp of pain and pulled away. "Forgive me, miss." He apologized, "I did not mean to cause you any more pain." He went to sit on the table, and looked at the girl who was now holding her arm. After a few minutes he motioned for her to sit beside him, and she eventually did. Eying the doctor as she made her way to the table.
"Could you help her roll up her sleeves, Mr. Calamy?" asked the doctor, who was now ready to examine his new patient. "I would like to clean up her arms, and bandage them."
Peter Calamy knew a great many things. He knew how to run his guncrew, how to be officer, and would like to Captain his own ship when he is older. He was not used to the idea of helping a girl with her clothing. The idea was strange to him, and it made him fell awkward. But he always did as he was told.
The girl looked at Calamy and saw that he was embaresed about something. She watched as he moved his hands, and gently rolled up one her her sleeves. She winced a bit at the pain but didn't move. There was dried blood and dust mixed into her wounds.
"She seems to trust you, Mr Calamy." said the doctor, as he brought over a bowl of warm water and a cloth, "Would you, very carefully, wipe her arms clean of the dirt?"
"Sir?"
"She tends to run when I approach her." explained Stephen.
"Yes, Sir."
Calamy stood up and took the cloth from the water. He held the girls arms in one hand and slowly began to wipe the blood from the cuts. If there was any pain, the girl made now show of it. She just sat there, still, and watched. Calamy looked up and caught her gaze. For a brief moment they just stared at each other, neither of them moving. It was then that Peter noticed the cut over her left eye, and gently wiped it with the cloth. When he drew his hand away from her face he gave a small smile.
"When you found her in the woods, did she say anything to you?" Asked the doctor.
"No, Sir" replied Calamy.
The doctor walked over to the table and handed the girl a cup of cold water. She downed it in seconds. The cold water felt amazing as it went down her sore throat.
"Whats your name, lass?" asked Stephen as he took the cup back.
The girl looked at him and then at Peter who was now cleaning up her other arm. There was only a confused look on her face, and she gave no reply.
"It's alright." the doctor smiled, "You can take your time. I will return in a minute, Mr. Calamy."
"Yes, Sir."
The doctor left the two of them alone, and Calamy was just about finished with her other arm. His face was serious as he worked carefully to remove the bits of dirt from the girls arm without hurting her.
The young lady was still silent. Her arms were beginning to feel much better, and she wanted to give her thanks but was unsure how. She was greatfull for the kindness the boy was showing to her.
"Could you tell me your name?" asked Calamy. The girl averted her eyes from his. "How am I to address you if I do not know your name?" he asked with a smile.
She turned her gaze back to his, and opened her mouth to speak. If she could not speak his language, she wanted him to at least know her name.
"I'm Peter Calamy." He took her hand in his.
"May I enter?" called Aubrey from the other side of the curtain.
The girl clamped her mouth close and broke off their gaze.
"Yes, Sir." replied Calamy, looking to the curtain.
Captain Aubrey and the doctor entered the large tent followed by a few other men. Two men carried with them a large oak tub, and the others, buckets of steaming water.
"How goes it?"
"She has no broken bones," replied the doctor. "and her cuts will heal, and shouldn't leave any visible marks."
"Good, good." mumbled Aubrey. "Has she said anything on who she is?"
"Not yet, Sir." said Calamy.
The men filled the tub with the water and left the tent.
"I don't think she speaks English, Jack." said the Doctor eying the young girl. When Calamy was done with her arms, he sat back down next to her.
"Her clothing is not that of a French wench," began Aubrey, "Nor is it of a lady of England. Talk to her Stephen. You know more languages than I do. Maybe she'll recognize one of them."
The doctor stepped towards the child. "Are you Portuguese, senhora?" he inquired oh her in that tongue.
She stared blankly at him.
"Are you French, mademoiselle?" he asked, switching to the French language. They could see relief wash over her in that moment.
She forced herself to speak, not caring at this point about her throat. "No, monseigneur, I am not French, but I was taught its language from my aunt." came the reply.
"You do not speak English,mademoiselle?" asked the Captain, switching languages.
The girl simply shook her head.
"What is your name?"
"I am called Illyrian, monseigneur."
"Illyrian? A lovely name,madame." said the doctor, "How is it you came to be on this Island?"
"We were sailing back home, and a fierce storm hit. The sea swallowed the ship we were on. Only Midori and I survived, as far as I know." came the quiet reply.
"Midori?" Aubrey gave a puzzled look.
"He is the oldest and dearest friend of mine, monseigneur."
"Well, were is he?" asked the Captain.
"He is always close by." Illyrian gave a tiny smile. "You surprised him with the noise of you weapon in the forest."
"You mean that white animal is yours?"
Illyrian nodded.
"I don't believe it." the doctor smiled. "How long have you been on this Island, madame?"
"Weeks, I assume." said Illyrian, glancing over at Calamy who was wide-eyed at her story of survival.
"How about we continue this talk this evening over dinner, mademoiselle, after you rested a bit more." suggested the Captain. "You can bathe peacefully in this tent, and I have some clean clothing prepared for you in this tent as well."
"Merci, monseigneur."
Aubrey and the doctor left the tent, leaving Illyrian and Calamy.
Calamy stood up and smiled at the girl once again. "Enchanter de renconter"
Illyrian smiled at his accent, and nodded. Then he was gone, leaving her alone in the tent.
(A/N: One more down. I didn't have time for a proper spell check, so if there's any mistakes... my bad :P )