Chapter Seven,
Rescue
The Captain rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Don't tell me ye wouldn't do de same if ye be in me own predicament!" he barked. "Let the wench go fer now."
"I saw we takes 'er with us! She'd fetch a fair price!"
"No sir," interupted Burnsy. "Tis bad luck bringin' a woman aboard!"
Blackbeard held the blade against my throat. I felt sick and dizzy. Was this my last moment? Was I joining Dominic in Heaven soon?
"I dinna care what ye think, even if ye are m'cap'n!" Balckbeard snarled. I could see now he was heavily intoxicated. "I'm gonna kill'er anyways!"
Suddenly, I saw a small, hunched figure approaching from the corner of my eye. He was small, the color of chestnut, with black hair. The man held a tiny, one-shot pistol in his left hand, and held with his right hand...
...a blood seeped wound just below the ribs.
Dominic.
He's alive.
If any of you are ready to flame me, don't do it YET! Dom didn't just...just...come back to life like Jesus, okay? lol. It just seems that way.
Natalie could NOT feel his heart beating, nor his pulse, earlier because she was hyperventilating and shaking. I don't know if any of you have ever done it, but if you have, you'd know how its impossible to feel a tiny flutter of beats beneath the skin when one is shaking like a tree in a hurricane!
