A few days have passed by now, and he still hasn't shown himself to me. In fact, I haven't heard him come in at all. He must come in when I'm asleep. But why? Doesn't he know that telling me what ship this it, I would figure out who he is and exactly what he looks like? He should come through soon I suppose.
My ankle has let up on the pain a bit, and I am now able to walk around. But only slightly. If I stay on it too long, the pain increases and makes it so I must sit back down.
As I sit up in bed, I look around. I then think. If I can walk now, that means I can find out what that locket thing is. I bring my legs over the side of the bed and place them on the ground. Touching the ground feels strange to me. I haven't been on it for a while and it will take some time getting used to it again.
My first few steps aren't what you would call graceful. I soon get the hang of it, but there is a small limp from my ankle being wrapped up. Also from the sting it gives me. As I come closer to the locket, the organ it lays upon becomes more and more beautiful, and larger at that.
I finally reach the locket. It is not just a locket, but a music locket. I think to myself, 'why would he have a locket?' I decide to save that question from another time. I reach out my hand to the locket…
The door opens. I spin around fast, letting a loud gasp to escape my mouth. But I soon calm down when I realize it is just Davy. He hears where my gasp comes from, and knows that I am no longer in bed. That means when he comes I, he will be in full view, and I will be able to see him clearly.
I see him open the door, but close it slightly when he hears me.
"It you do not want me to look, I wont." I turn around, back at the organ and locket. I hear the door close and his steps come in my direction. I fight the urge to look at him, but I want him to know that he can trust me.
The footsteps stop just shortly behind me. There is a strong silence. Neither of us knows what to say. It is a strange situation for him as it is for me. I finger the locket with my hand for a minute. He is the one to break the cold silence.
"What is yer name-uh?" He wants to know my name? Well then we'll just go back to my little game.
I still stand with my back facing him, and say, "Well, once again. Show yourself if you want to know anything first." As there was before, when he first asked me this question, straight silence. I sigh rather loudly. "You have already told me what ship this is. Do you not think I don't know what you look like by now? Why don't you want me to look? What don't you want me to see?" I pause. "Are you afraid of how I will respond?" I still finger the locket while speaking. It reminds me of something. About the time when…
"I am not afraid-uh." I can sense him giving a small grin. He continues on talking. "And I never said ye couldn't look. I only said ye may not want to." I bring a smile to me face now. He knows I would look at him sometime, no matter how hard he could try. I stop fiddling with the locket, and turn. When facing him, he neither hides nor tries to hide, like he did a few days ago. A big grin instantly hits my face when I see him.
His eyes are looking into my own. They are crystal blue, like the ocean on a sunny day. In a way, it makes me melt at the sight of them. Something about him makes him seem beautiful to me.
"See. That wasn't that hard now was it?" I say in a childlike tone. This sends a smirk onto him.
He steps forward and sits on the organ bench. Without looking at me, he speaks.
"Now that ye see me, again," He now looks at me. "What is yer name-uh? Or do ye even have a name, considering ye keep putting off actually telling me." I smile at him. He seems to have a since of humor. I like that.
"Yes I have a name." I move a little closer to him. I don't want to sit down to him just yet. It might seem a tad bit awkward for him, seeing we haven't really gotten to know each other rather well.
I look at him, still smiling, and say, "My name is Alyssa. But many people call me Ally for short."
He still looks at me with his blue eyes. "It's a nice name-uh." I can see he is trying to be as nice as possible to me. I thank him for that. I don't think he has been close to this nice in quite a few years. But I still like that fact that he is at least trying.
He switches subjects. Both of our eyes go to the locket at the same time. Slowly, he reaches out him right arm and grabs the locket. His tentacle finger wraps around its chain. He holds it up in front of me. It sways gently back and fourth by the rocking of the ship.
He calmly says to me while looking at the locket, "What does this remind ye of?" He looks at me suddenly. He gets a shocked look for a reply. Turning his eyes back to the locket, and then back at me.
"How did you know that it-?"
"I know everything that goes on, on this ship. Ye seemed very interested in it." He motions for me to put my hands out. He drops in into my hands. "Why?" he asks.
I fiddle with it for a bit, and then sigh. "I guess it reminds me of the time…"
A nock comes at the door. We both turn to it.
"Sir, there a new one here." I hear a crewmember say.
By the look on my face, he knows that I will tell him my story later. Right now he should go. He gets up from his seat and starts to hear for the door. Then I think.
"Wait!" I say quickly. He stops and turns. "Can I come? I haven't been out in like a week." I send a pleading puppy-dog look his way.
He laughs. "I'd like to say yes missy, but ye'd better stay here this time-uh." He turns back to the door and exits. When the door is closed, I look back down at the locket I am still holding.
Memories fill my mind when holding this locket. But they are mainly bad memories. Things that I wish would just go away.
I decide to put the locket back where I first saw it lay. I then go back over to the bed and sit down. My leg it letting me its time to rest. I lie down and pull the covers over my head. I have nothing else to do except wait for him to let me out.
My eyelids slowly fall shut, and my ankle stops throbbing. The soft rocking of the ship quickly puts me to sleep. Tomorrow is another day to explore. But this time I will somehow try to get outside…without Davy finding out. And that may be a problem.
A blonde lady stands in front of me. I am not on the Dutchman, but on a dock near my house. This lady is looking at me with a frightened look, and I don't know why. I look behind me and see that there is a man. He has a knife in his hand, and is staring right at me. Not I know why the lady looked so frightened. I turn away from the man and run, but it seems like I'm not going anywhere. I look behind me and see the man walking toward me. I am running, and he is just walking. Yet he is gaining speed on me. Getting closer and closer. I look at the lady and she reached out an arm. I reach out to her as well. I am so close, but I cannot reach her. She says something to me, but all I can see is her lips move with no sound. Then I look back behind me. The man is suddenly right at my side. The knife he has is in the air, the blade hitting the sun, and almost blinding me. He grabs me with his other arm. He has such a strong grip, I can't get away no matter how hard I try. I look up…the blade comes down…
I scream as I wake up. My breathing is hard and my heart is racing. I then realize it was all just a dream. It is early in the morning now. Davy isn't in the room I see. I wonder where he is, and what he is doing.
Almost as if on cue, the door opens, and Davy enters. The look of concern is on his face. At least he cares enough to check on me.
"What the hell? I could hear ye from all the way out there." He smiles and shakes his head. "Ye sound like ye were stabbed-uh." He is standing half way in the door and half way out.
I am still breathing hard as I sit up in bed. "Just…I nightmare." I breathe.
"Care to share?" He asks.
I shrug my shoulders slightly and reply, "I may later." He nods his head and begins to leave when I stop him. "What are you doing?"
He steps back in. "Just going over a course with one of the crewmembers." He says it like its normal for everyone to do so.
I look at him with a shocked look. "This early in the morning? The sun isn't even up!" All I get for a response is him smiling and a shrug of his shoulders. He then turns and leaves.
If he and the crew get up this early everyday, they're going to have to get used to me. It's only around five in the morning. I won't be getting up for yet another few hours.
I give a sigh and fall back down. I make a thump as my head hits the pillow. My mind hurts. I know where that dream came from, but don't know what brought it up. I guess you can't always tell why a dream comes. All that I know, is that dream was something real for me.