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Episode Eleven:

Closed Wounds and Raw Deals

Twyla and crew pushed open the expansive cherry oak doors of the infirmary. When they entered, Montoya stood behind a table that was covered in potions and although the table was chest high for Twyla it was thigh height for Montoya. Montoya was a curvaceous eight foot one and while shorter than Walker her height was still quite impressive to a four foot eleven Twyla.

Montoya's warm brown eyes lit up when she spotted them and she gestured for everyone to take a seat around the table to begin taking notes. Beams of light streamed through the ceiling high windows and bathed Montoya's butterscotch brown skin in a warm glow. Honeysuckle and jasmine drifted into Twyla's nose as the sun heated the flower bouquet adorning Montoya's silky black hair.

Twyla placed her satchel next to one of the barstools around the table. The legs screeched as she pulled it out to sit down. Green out the corner of her eye caused her to turn her head. The green belonged to the eleven-foot alligator that O'Malley snuggled while sleeping on an infirmary bed. She looked cozy enough but the alligator looked like it had died some time ago and Twyla could not think of any reason to keep a dead alligator.

Montoya's honeyed voice brought her back to reality, "And where is your homework Private Boogey?"

Twyla cringe-smiled and reached into her bag to retrieve it.

Delahaye burst into the infirmary screaming, "Josefina! Emergency. You would not believe what my pet just did."

Montoya sighed and looked over at Delahaye, who was clutching a very broken arm. "Let me guess, he fought back?"

Delahaye held out her arm and winced, "The nerve of that thing, I know. I thought I had him well trained but I guess he was just biding his time. So disappointing, and would you believe that when I put him in my soul bag he didn't heal the damage he had caused. So worthless even in death I swear. I'm going to write a stern letter to that Hurtado. He promised me a quality pet but look at my arm. Totally worthless."

Montoya put her hand over Delahaye's arm and a warm pastel orange light glowed dimly over the area. "Oh no, the captain of a shady pirate's ship cut you a bad deal, who could have ever seen that coming."

Delahaye scoffed, "Oh haha, laugh all you want, but the same ship captain that gets me my pets is getting your bedpan supplies. Which by the way, why did you put down such a large order of bed pans for the next shipment?"

Montoya jerked her head towards O'Malley, "Because this one decided to put half the school in my infirmary at one time. I swear, I thought I was doing her a favor by washing the thing. There all better now."

Delahaye moved her arm around, "Oh, so we have you to thank for that disaster this morning?"

Montoya folded her arms under her chest and looked down at Delahaye, "Or you could blame Ms. Fussy-breeches over there, she brought the thing to me and told me to sew up its paw, and so I did. I also washed it. Apparently, she forgot she had given him to me because I took too long."

Delahaye rolled her eyes, "That girl. Well, thanks for the healing, hopefully that is the last incident of that kind that occurs. Au Revoir."

Delahaye left and Montoya continued the lesson as though she had not been interrupted. Twyla was still trying to process the events of that day even when the bell rang. They shuffled their way to their last class of the day with LT Shih which went by without incident. The chow hall was silent that evening, many trying to steer clear of Freddie lest they give her a reason to hurt them.

When Twyla and crew finished their meal, they traversed the long winding staircase to the fifth floor where the freshman dorm resided. Twyla's shoulders ached from the weight of so many books and she tossed her satchel the moment they entered the bed bay.

Cleo flopped down onto her bed and threw her arm over her face, "Ghoulia, what was the homework for tonight?"

Ghoulia sat on the bed next to Cleo, pulled out her notebook and groaned languidly.

Cleo peeked out from under her arm, "Uh huh, uh huh. An essay on social and emotional health? The irony."

Ghoulia shook her head and groaned informatively. Cleo sat up, "Irony, a paradox, same thing."

Ghoulia groaned with irritation. Cleo rolled her eyes and threw her head back, "It doesn't really matter Ghoulia, point is we are miserable here and we have to write a report about how misery relates to physical health."

Evie chuckled as she tossed her satchel onto her bed, "Sounds like a cruel irony to me."

Ghoulia shrugged and groaned. Evie pursed her lips, "Still don't understand zombie."

Frankie set her bag down on the floor, "It gets easier to learn with time."

Faybelle fluttered into the room, "All groaning sounds the same."

Crecha frowned, "Wow, racist."

Faybelle tossed her bag and rolled her eyes, "Whatever after. Like, let's just get this homework done and go to bed."

Ghoulia groaned sarcastically. Farrah looked at Ghoulia and smiled, "Does that mean… let's study?"

Ghoulia closed her eyes and shook her head.

Farrah looked at the floor downtrodden, "Oh."

Robecca put a hand on Farrah's shoulder, "It's alright, at least you tried."

Darling nodded at Farrah then narrowed her eyes at Faybelle, "That's right. Which is more than we can say for some."

Faybelle snorted then sat down, "Whatever after-" She glanced around confused when she didn't sit on the bed, "What the-"

Billy became visible underneath Faybelle with raised eyebrows, "Hey, do you mind..."

Faybelle blushed and slid off his lap, "That explains soooo much." Then she glared, "Do you mind like, being visible from now on?"

Billy let out a breath and rolled his eyes, "Ah yeah, being visible is a lot of work. I'm invisible dominant."

Faybelle raised an eyebrow, "What the hex does that mean?"

Billy closed his eyes and let out another deep breath before he calmly responded, "It means that I was born invisible. Visibility is something that I focus on, I'm literally changing the shape of each individual scale on my body to catch the light so you can see me."

Faybelle's eyes widened as she looked Billy up and down, "Changing the shape of your own scales? How is that physically possible?"

Billy shrugged, "Mad Science."

Faybelle's mouth hung open as she continued to stare at Billy, her bright blue eyes took in every inch of him as though she was trying to see his individual skin cells, "You have scales? Like a dragon?"

Billy became increasingly uncomfortable with her gaze and eventually became invisible.

Faybelle shook out of her stupor as she looked at the indentation next to her. She whispered to herself, "Scales…"

Lagoona sat down on a bed next to Abbey, "Did you take notes for the assignment?"

Abbey nodded and pulled out her notebook, "Of course, most efficient way to pass class is notes."

Blondie walked by Abbey and snatched the notebook, "Thanks. I really could use the help."

Abbey huffed as Blondie sat down, "Was giving notes to Lagoona. You no ask."

Blondie shrugged, "Either way you were sharing."

Robecca shook her head, "That was rather rude."

Blondie began copying the notes, "Better to ask forgiveness than permission."

Robecca furrowed her brow, "You didn't ask for either."

Twyla glanced between them, "I don't think Blondie cares, she seems to be like that."

Blondie glanced up at Twyla, "Uh excuse me. Like what?"

Twyla pointed at Blondie with her pencil, "Selfish."

Blondie rolled her eyes, "Are you still mad at me for being taller than you?"

Twyla scowled, "When you stand in front of me and hog all the hot water."

Blondie tossed Abbey's notebook back to Abbey, stood up and crossed the room. She looked down at Twyla with her hands on her hips, "Fine. I'm sorry for being tall, beautiful and curvy and that you hate me cause you ain't me. I'm sorry you're so short, you can't get to a shower head in enough time to not have to share. And I'm sorry you failed to speak up about it while we were in the shower but feel the need to bring up old news when there's nothing I can do about it. Do you forgive me?"

Twyla dropped her pencil and glared at Blondie in disgust, "No. That's not even an apology, that's just you being rude."

Blondie rolled her neck and pointed her hand, "Well can't say I didn't try to apologize, so uh, it's all on you boo boo."

Twyla closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She shook her head and picked up her pencil, "You know what, you're not even worth it."

Blondie cocked her hip and opened her mouth wide to respond when a knock at the door caught her attention. She turned and yelled out, "Who is it!"

Spectra floated through the door and glided into the bed bay where everyone was sitting, "Oh that's not how you're supposed to answer the door at all."

Twyla glad for the distraction put her books down and walked over, "Hey Spectra, always good to see you. What brings you up here?"

Spectra smiled at Twyla, "Oh you know the usual ghost business. Warning you about what is to come."

Cleo sat up straight, crossed her legs and waved for Spectra to draw nearer, "Ahem. Well deliver your message Spectra, whatever it is, I need to be ten steps ahead of it."

Spectra floated over to Cleo and bowed her head, "I bring you the latest rumor floating around the school. O'Malley still doesn't trust the students after her favorite stuffed animal went missing. Apparently, she stormed into Captain Jones's office demanding a top to bottom search of the school! My younger sister Glimmer overheard LT Walker mention to LT Read that LT Shih told LT Delahaye that she should conduct a night raid on the freshman. When I heard that I just knew I had to come tell you."

Cleo placed one hand over her knee, pointed at Spectra with her other hand and nodded, "Thank you Spectra. I appreciate the warning. Tell me, what occurs on a night raid?"

Spectra's eyes widened and she gasped, "What? I told you guys about night raids on your second day here! Have you not had entry controllers watching the door at night?"

Twyla furrowed her brow as she got lost in thought. Why would we need to watch the door? Do the teachers expect us to get kidnapped again? Who else would take us? Why would they take us? This doesn't make any sense. Is there a rival pirate school out there somewhere that kidnaps already kidnapped students or is there something else on this island that even the teachers fear?