*A note to my readers: Thank you all so much for your reviews. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, my life's been somewhat chaotic as of late and it's been hard for me to write. Also, if any of you are into Harry Potter, I've got a new set of stories for that world too. So feel free to check it out. And without further a due, here is the latest chapter in the Evangeline Sparrow series.
Evangeline's sleep that night was filled with distant memories of Japan. She remembered the Sakura blooming and fading, delicate and beautiful. The smell of cherry blossom leaves wafted through the air as she lie under one of the trees with her love. Her eyes closed in bliss at knowing they would be together forever, just the two of them, fighting side by side.
The waves that gently rocked the ship made Evangeline's sleep even more peaceful than before, bringing back memories of her last night in Japan. These were not happy memories as she saw the sword of her adversary slice through her beloved, his body separating and sliding apart.
Her screams pierced the still night, she turned to attack her enemy but he was gone. She had to find her father, she had no one left anymore. Evangeline's black eyes snapped open as she looked around the cabin. Good, everyone's asleep. She thought as she stealthily rose from her make-shift bed and climbed the stairs. She wasn't quite sure where she was going but she needed to clear her head. The ghosts of her past seemed to follow her everywhere and she was beginning to believe she might never escape them.
Her bare feet made the slightest padding noise on the wood of the ship. As she rounded the corner, her eyes spied a black form, overlooking the side of the ship. Who is that? Drawing nearer ever so slowly, Evangeline realized it was Smithy, the eccentric man who had her board the vessel in the first place.
"I'm supposing you can't sleep either." She said quietly. He jumped as soon as her voice reached the air.
"Oh bugger! You're awfully quiet there, love. Gave old Smithy a fright."
Evangeline fought a smirk. If only you knew what else I could do... She thought dangerously as she strode to his side. "I am sorry. I'll try to make loud banging and clanging noises and wake everyone up the next time."
"Feel free to do that then." Mr. Smith replied. Evangeline couldn't put her finger on it but there was something about this man. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he had some kind of moxie.
Neither of them said anything for quite some time, the waves crashing into the sides of the ship. The moon's glow cast a silvery light upon Evangeline's frame and her senses were telling her that Smithy was staring at her. "See something you like, Mr. Smith?"
Smithy didn't flinch. He merely continued his gaze. "You look familiar. Like someone I used to know."
"I get that frequently."
"Ah, well..." Smithy took a swig out of the bottle he was holding before continuing. "The problem is that I can't think of you remind me of. It's annoying, really."
"Maybe if you weren't drunk, you could remember properly." She replied airily, peering out at the horizon. All she could see for miles was sea.
"Who said I was drunk?"
Rolling her eyes, Evangeline turned her body away from the rail so that her back was leaning on it. "Tell me, Mr. Smith, do you enjoy your life?"
"Of course I do! I raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."
"You hate it don't you?"
"I just said-"
"You're trying to tell me that you enjoy being all alone, with no family, no friends? You actually like being a subject of mockery?"
Smithy was glowering at her. "Don't try to pretend like you know me, MISS Orient. You don't know the half of it."
"Then would you care to explain it?"
"I'm done for the night. Here," He shoved the rum into her hands. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow and I need to get some sleep." And with that, Mr. Smith angrily strode across the deck and out of Evangeline's sight.
"I'll figure you out, Mr. Smith." Evangeline muttered to herself. "I'll figure you out soon enough."
