36. Light (England) [part 2]
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"Where the bloody hell is she?" Arthur roared.
"Sh-She wasn't in her room—"
"What do you mean she wasn't in her room?" [Name]'s father yelled.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the red-faced man. "Did I tell you to speak?"
The fat rich man immediately choked up, spluttering nonsense to the mud-sullied floor. In one fluid movement, the pirate Captain curled his adroit fingers under the man's collar, a silver dagger in the other hand.
"I don't just visit towns at random," Arthur murmured closely. "I came here for the girl, and if I find that you're hiding her from me…"
A crew member leaning by the door smirked widely, drawing a single finger across his neck while hissing, "Shhhck."
[Name]'s father paled ten times over, but managed to choke out, "I d-don't know where she is, but if you want her you can have her! That girl hasn't been useful at all since we adopted her!"
Arthur twitched. "Ohh, so you're one of those, are ya?" Disgusted, he threw the man back down on the ground and spat on him. "Rot in hell, ya bloody pig." To his men, he nodded toward the door and said, "Search for her in the gardens. Tear them up good will you?"
His crew grinned maliciously and ran off to storm the rest of the [Last Name] Manor while the Captain decided to check the girl's room himself. He climbed up to the second floor and kicked open the door to find the bedroom empty. Rummaging through the closet and behind the desk, he finally checked under the bed. Grabbing hold of the laces he saw hidden in the shadows, he yanked it out, expecting its owner to come out with it. But all he had grabbed was an unoccupied dress.
Tossing the layers aside, he noticed that the window was open. Poking his head out, he looked around the area (nice view of the ocean, by the way). The porch roof wasn't that far away, just in jumping distance. And was it his imagination, or was that an abandoned pair of girls' sandals lying on the path there?
Arthur grinned, leaping out the window and following the girl's careless trail.
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Sitting atop one of the only purely wild parts of your hometown, you watched the plundering pirates with excitement. It was just before dawn, so anyone that came running out of their home was wearing a nightgown. Truth be told, you enjoyed listening to the sounds of panicked screams and shouts for help. It was hard to explain—there was just something about it that made you think the adventure was closer, that the barriers put up around you were let down just for a moment.
You stood up suddenly, letting the delightful breeze set your hair flying. The wind felt so good on your skin. For once, you felt…free.
As if God Himself wished to embolden the moment, dawn broke over the horizon. The Sun sent gorgeous rays of pure light over everything in sight, giving your skin an enchanted glow. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the roof of your canvas bed with your arms spread wide on the sheets, vision cloudy as if just waking up from an impossible dream.
Instead, all you saw was light.
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