"Charley?" A voice called out in the dark. Yet no one replied. Nothing stirred in the shadows. However, the individual sensed a storm was brewing, making them call the same name.
A low rumble was released in the sky, as if it sensed the individuals' worry and desperation of escaping the darkness they found themselves in. The darkness seemed to be at no end, yet that did not scare the individual, the fact they were holding onto an edge of something. They could not feel anything below them, but the wide, endless darkness.
"Charley!" They yelled in desperation, "I-I cannot hold on much longer!"
A young woman threw herself up to sitting position , while her eyes adjusted to the dim light that surrounded her. Seeing crates built up in a row beside her, she realised her chest rising up and down rapidly. Moving her eyes around, she quickly calmed herself down, telling herself she was not surrounded by darkness.
"The same nightmare, Charley?" The youth woman heard a voice ask, making her jump. She forced herself to stare in front of her, and her eyes landed on a tall, skinny framed figure, who stood only a few yards away from where she sat. "Want to talk?"
Charley found herself licking her lips, before she could stop herself. She hated the nightmares. She wished they would stop, but they occurred more then she remembered, forcing her to wake up in cold sweats and tears rolling down her face. The latter, she recalled doing after the event of the nightmare. The living nightmare. It was as if her heart broke into two and left a massive hole; to be never repaired.
Realising she had not yet replied to the man, Charley shook her head, before rubbing her eyes, her mind wounded how long she had been asleep. She moved a book that laid beside her, still open.
"Ye been a sleep, a few hours." The man stated, as if he could read his mind. The few hours was what Charley, lived upon, she counted herself lucky if she could get any at all.
Hearing movement, Charley jumped up onto her feet and reached towards her book, however, she was too slow, as a hand reached out and picked it up. Charley took a few steps forward, yet she realised that was a bad move, as two strong pair of hands wrapped around her arms to hold her back.
"Give it back!" Charley exclaimed, while staring harshly at the tall man who flicked through the pages of the book, looking confused.
"Now, why a girl like Ye, be interested in reading?" The man asked, before throwing the book to the side.
It landed with a heavy thud in the tense silence. Charley felt many presences, but she kept her gaze on the man that spoke. She knew he was enjoying the attention. He always did. They always do. Charley learnt not to fight back. Many times, the situation had escalated, with her at the losing hand. Yet she could not help show hell fires within her eyes towards the men that surrounded her, they kept her alive, however, that did not stop them from tormenting, punishing and watching her.
"I miss when she used to fight back." One of the men stated, before walking away, to be followed by the rest.
The man that held her book, took the short steps to close the gap between them, his big eyes allowed themselves to draw her body. Charley watched as a smirk form on his face. "Its time." He stated in a low voice, before he turned to walk away.
Charley started to bush the main deck of the ship. It was her many duties. Many times she imagined using the brush as a weapon; to smash the heads of her captures. However, time grew longer and events told her that it was impossible to do such task.
"Still on thinkin' of killing us, with that?" Charley heard a voice ask, making her turn her gaze to her left and her eyes landed upon the skinny framed man, who watched her sleep.
"Maybe I'll sweep your bones with it." Charley remarked. With thought of the man watching her sleep, and asked about her nightmare; concerned about her. She knew he was not smart like some, or strong, he seemed out of place amongst his fellow crew members. But I will never belong.
"Ragetti, why do you.." Charley began to ask, but she was interrupted as the calm waters that they sailed upon, turned suddenly. The still and grew cold, as if a storm was brewing.
"The gold." Ragetti stated, before moving his eyes onto this fellow ship mates, as they all stopped working. An eerie silence beheld the ship, making Charley stare out to the ocean, recalling a time before setting foot on the ship, and being a prisoner of the cursed pirates