For the Sake of Friendship
Chapter 3
My Sad Good-Byes
It was about noon when I went to see Saria; who, by the way, was not doing very well. When I saw she was sleeping, I turned back and headed for the captain's quarters. He was in the same spot but he seemed a little excited, but still very weak.
" Link," said he, " I've always to good to you. Now, do me a favor and get me one noggin of rum."
" The doctor-" I began.
" Doctors is all swabs," he interrupted. " What do doctors know about places with mates dropping around with Yellow Jack? We lived off rum and we still survived, so bring me a glass, I'm dieing here! Without me rum, I'm an old hulk stranded on a lee shore! If I don't get me rum, I'll have the horrors, I seen some already. I saw old Flint there in the corner, as plain as print! I'll give you a golden guinea for one noggin!"
He was growing rather excited and this alarmed me, for Saria need quite and she would never get it with this entire racket.
" I want none of your money," said I, " but that you stop hurting Saria. If you agree, I'll get you one glass and no more."
When I returned with the drink, he seized it greedily, and drank every last bit of it.
" Ah, much better," said he. " How long will I be stayin' in this old berth?"
" A week at lest," said I.
" A week!" he screamed. " They'll have the black spot on me by then. The lubbers is going to get wind of me this moment. They're after what I kept, I never wasted money, never lost it neither; and I'll trick them again. I'm not afraid of 'em!"
After he was done speaking, he tried his best to rise from his bed but found himself in the same spot.
" Link, do you remember that sea faring man?" said he.
" Black Dog?" I asked.
" Ah, Black Dog!" says he " He's a bad 'um; but there's worse than put him on. Now, if I can't get away, and they tip me the black spot, get on a horse and ride to that doctor swab, and tell him to pope all hands- magistrates and such-and lay 'em aboard at the Kokiri Forest-all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's left. I was old Flint's first mate, and I'm the only one who knows the place. Have it to me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying. You won't peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again, or a seafaring man with one leg, Link-him above all."
" What is the black spot, captain?" I asked.
" That's a summons, mate. I'll tell you if they get that. Keep your eyes open, Link, and I'll share with you equals, upon my honor."
I left him there and went to my old tree house. Saria was still resting but I decided to watch her sleep. True, I was a little in love with her, but right now that never crossed my mind. I was far too worried about her health. She stirred and when she opened her eyes, I notice how terrible she was feeling.
" Feeling any better," I asked even though I already knew the answer.
Saria just stared at me with her blood shot eyes, full of misery and sorrow.
" I should get Dr. Livesey, you don't look so good."
She shook her head telling my to leave the doctor alone.
" Please...I've...been enough...trouble," she said weakly and it was as if every word she spoke caused her much pain.
" You should rest," I began " I don't think you're well enough to get out of bed."
No matter how much I pleaded, it didn't work. She struggled at first, but she managed to pull herself out of bed and into my arms.
" A hug? That's all I get for my hard work?" I joked.
She smiled at me whispering thank you and suddenly slipped out of my grasp and fell full length upon the floor.
" Saria!" I cried.
I placed to fingers to her neck and felt no pulse. Tears began to form in my eyes at the sight that was before me. She was dead; my only true friend was dead. I could not hold them back any longer, I allowed tears to spill from my eyes as I called her name over and over, shacking her franticly, hoping that she would open her eyes. I'm not sure how long I tried to wake her, but I gave up and lifted her head in my arms.
" SARIA!" I cried.
The next thing I remember seeing, was Dr. Livesey standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes. He shook his head and I knew what he was thinking, she was dead.
That night was Saria's funeral. All of the Kokiri gathered at the Sacred Forest Meadow, we buried her in front of her temple, the Forest Temple. That day was the worst day of my life, the day my dearest friend left me behind in this world. She was dead and I would never see her loving face again. The sad thing is, she never knew I loved her.
When the funeral ended, Dr. Livesey decided to spend the night in the forest, and I walked out of the meadow and back to my house. I sat on the bed and stared at a photo that would haunt me until I die. It was a photo of Saria and myself, never again would we be able to take such a picture.
I hear a loud tapping noise outside my home. I got up, running to the balcony, and stared at the man making the noise.
He was holding a wooden stick and tapping it around, this gave me a hint that he was a blind man. He wore a green shade over his eyes and nose; and he was hunched, as if by age or weakness, ad wore a ld tattered sea- cloak with a hood, that made him look positively deformed.
" Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man, who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defense of his native country, where or in what part of this country he may be now?"
" You are in the Kokiri Forest, in the eastern lands of Hyrule," said I.
" I hear a voice, a young voice," he began, " Will you give my your hand and take my to shelter?"
I leaped of the balcony and held out my hand. He gripped it like a vice and when I moved to withdraw, he held my closer to him.
" Now, boy," he said, " take me in to the captain."
" Sir, upon my word I dare not."
" Don't argue with me! Take me to him or I'll break your little arm!" he yelled and twisted my arm in a way that made my want to cry out.
I decided to lead him to the captain; for it was a decision this man would surly regret. When I took him to " The House of Painful Memories," the captain was drinking his fill of rum. When the captain saw the blind beggar, his expression showed signs of fear and terror.
" Boy, take his left hand and bring it to my right."
We both obeyed him, and I saw him pass something from the hollow of his hand into the palm of the captain's, which closed upon it instantly.
"Good day," said the beggar just before he left.
It was a while before the captain or myself seemed to gather our senses. When I let go of the captain's hand, he read what was in his hand.
" Ten o'clock!" he cried. " Six hours. We'll do them yet," and he sprang to his feet.
He suddenly reeled, put his hand to his throat, stood swaying for a moment, and then, with a peculiar sound, fell from his whole height face foremost to the floor.
I ran to him at once, calling Dr. Livesey, but haste was all in vain. The captain had been struck dead by thundering apoplexy. It was a curious thing to understand, for I had never liked the man for what he did to Saria, though I had began to pity the man, and as soon as I saw him dead, I burst into a flood of tears. It was the second death I had known, and the sorrow of the first was still fresh in my heart.
Chapter 3
My Sad Good-Byes
It was about noon when I went to see Saria; who, by the way, was not doing very well. When I saw she was sleeping, I turned back and headed for the captain's quarters. He was in the same spot but he seemed a little excited, but still very weak.
" Link," said he, " I've always to good to you. Now, do me a favor and get me one noggin of rum."
" The doctor-" I began.
" Doctors is all swabs," he interrupted. " What do doctors know about places with mates dropping around with Yellow Jack? We lived off rum and we still survived, so bring me a glass, I'm dieing here! Without me rum, I'm an old hulk stranded on a lee shore! If I don't get me rum, I'll have the horrors, I seen some already. I saw old Flint there in the corner, as plain as print! I'll give you a golden guinea for one noggin!"
He was growing rather excited and this alarmed me, for Saria need quite and she would never get it with this entire racket.
" I want none of your money," said I, " but that you stop hurting Saria. If you agree, I'll get you one glass and no more."
When I returned with the drink, he seized it greedily, and drank every last bit of it.
" Ah, much better," said he. " How long will I be stayin' in this old berth?"
" A week at lest," said I.
" A week!" he screamed. " They'll have the black spot on me by then. The lubbers is going to get wind of me this moment. They're after what I kept, I never wasted money, never lost it neither; and I'll trick them again. I'm not afraid of 'em!"
After he was done speaking, he tried his best to rise from his bed but found himself in the same spot.
" Link, do you remember that sea faring man?" said he.
" Black Dog?" I asked.
" Ah, Black Dog!" says he " He's a bad 'um; but there's worse than put him on. Now, if I can't get away, and they tip me the black spot, get on a horse and ride to that doctor swab, and tell him to pope all hands- magistrates and such-and lay 'em aboard at the Kokiri Forest-all old Flint's crew, man and boy, all on 'em that's left. I was old Flint's first mate, and I'm the only one who knows the place. Have it to me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying. You won't peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again, or a seafaring man with one leg, Link-him above all."
" What is the black spot, captain?" I asked.
" That's a summons, mate. I'll tell you if they get that. Keep your eyes open, Link, and I'll share with you equals, upon my honor."
I left him there and went to my old tree house. Saria was still resting but I decided to watch her sleep. True, I was a little in love with her, but right now that never crossed my mind. I was far too worried about her health. She stirred and when she opened her eyes, I notice how terrible she was feeling.
" Feeling any better," I asked even though I already knew the answer.
Saria just stared at me with her blood shot eyes, full of misery and sorrow.
" I should get Dr. Livesey, you don't look so good."
She shook her head telling my to leave the doctor alone.
" Please...I've...been enough...trouble," she said weakly and it was as if every word she spoke caused her much pain.
" You should rest," I began " I don't think you're well enough to get out of bed."
No matter how much I pleaded, it didn't work. She struggled at first, but she managed to pull herself out of bed and into my arms.
" A hug? That's all I get for my hard work?" I joked.
She smiled at me whispering thank you and suddenly slipped out of my grasp and fell full length upon the floor.
" Saria!" I cried.
I placed to fingers to her neck and felt no pulse. Tears began to form in my eyes at the sight that was before me. She was dead; my only true friend was dead. I could not hold them back any longer, I allowed tears to spill from my eyes as I called her name over and over, shacking her franticly, hoping that she would open her eyes. I'm not sure how long I tried to wake her, but I gave up and lifted her head in my arms.
" SARIA!" I cried.
The next thing I remember seeing, was Dr. Livesey standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes. He shook his head and I knew what he was thinking, she was dead.
That night was Saria's funeral. All of the Kokiri gathered at the Sacred Forest Meadow, we buried her in front of her temple, the Forest Temple. That day was the worst day of my life, the day my dearest friend left me behind in this world. She was dead and I would never see her loving face again. The sad thing is, she never knew I loved her.
When the funeral ended, Dr. Livesey decided to spend the night in the forest, and I walked out of the meadow and back to my house. I sat on the bed and stared at a photo that would haunt me until I die. It was a photo of Saria and myself, never again would we be able to take such a picture.
I hear a loud tapping noise outside my home. I got up, running to the balcony, and stared at the man making the noise.
He was holding a wooden stick and tapping it around, this gave me a hint that he was a blind man. He wore a green shade over his eyes and nose; and he was hunched, as if by age or weakness, ad wore a ld tattered sea- cloak with a hood, that made him look positively deformed.
" Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man, who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defense of his native country, where or in what part of this country he may be now?"
" You are in the Kokiri Forest, in the eastern lands of Hyrule," said I.
" I hear a voice, a young voice," he began, " Will you give my your hand and take my to shelter?"
I leaped of the balcony and held out my hand. He gripped it like a vice and when I moved to withdraw, he held my closer to him.
" Now, boy," he said, " take me in to the captain."
" Sir, upon my word I dare not."
" Don't argue with me! Take me to him or I'll break your little arm!" he yelled and twisted my arm in a way that made my want to cry out.
I decided to lead him to the captain; for it was a decision this man would surly regret. When I took him to " The House of Painful Memories," the captain was drinking his fill of rum. When the captain saw the blind beggar, his expression showed signs of fear and terror.
" Boy, take his left hand and bring it to my right."
We both obeyed him, and I saw him pass something from the hollow of his hand into the palm of the captain's, which closed upon it instantly.
"Good day," said the beggar just before he left.
It was a while before the captain or myself seemed to gather our senses. When I let go of the captain's hand, he read what was in his hand.
" Ten o'clock!" he cried. " Six hours. We'll do them yet," and he sprang to his feet.
He suddenly reeled, put his hand to his throat, stood swaying for a moment, and then, with a peculiar sound, fell from his whole height face foremost to the floor.
I ran to him at once, calling Dr. Livesey, but haste was all in vain. The captain had been struck dead by thundering apoplexy. It was a curious thing to understand, for I had never liked the man for what he did to Saria, though I had began to pity the man, and as soon as I saw him dead, I burst into a flood of tears. It was the second death I had known, and the sorrow of the first was still fresh in my heart.