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Chapter Eight
When I awoke, I jumped up in horror. I was in some sort of cabin, the rocking motion of the waves, which I had never made me ill before, began to make me sick. I ran to the door, and tried to open it, I pushed with all my strength, but it wouldn't open, it was locked.
I couldn't get the pictures of the fire from my mind, but the thought of water made me positively ill. I was trapped. I tried angrily to calm down, to slow my breathing back down to normal. I lay my hands on my chest trying to even out my wild gulps for breath. Eventually when the first shock had subsided I managed to take a look around. Not that my scared, tired eyes took in much detail. I noticed the important things, the lack of the key in the lock, the solid wooden walls that surrounded me, the little light closing in on me. When I closed my eyes all I saw was the licking, orange flames, but opened my sights were not greatly improved. All that met my eyes was the closing in walls of my prison.
I laugh back on my fears as I sit here now. They were unfounded, I did not need to fret as I sat in that luxurious cabin, though it did not seem luxury at the time. I scorn my idea of a prison, I sit in a real one now.
It was about an hour later when a key turned in the lock and the door was slowly opened. Jack stood in the doorway.
"Okay love?" He asked, with a grin.
I didn't reply.
He walked over to me, and sat beside me on the bed, putting his arm around my shoulder. I was appalled at his familiarity with me, Roberto would have killed him. But, I reminded myself, Roberto wasn't here, and my main objective had to be to stay alive.
"The fire. . ." I began.
"Started by my men, didn't think I was gonna rot in prison did you, Dora?"
I shrugged his arm from my shoulder. "You started it on purpose?" I exclaimed.
He shrugged it aside, as though it was no big deal.
"You're a murderer."
"And. . ."
"You killed my parents." I said, jumping up.
"Unintentionally, of course."
"Oh and that makes it alright, I mean why, why are you doing this? Why am I here?" I demanded.
"Couldn't leave you by the docks." He said, simply.
"Yes you could."
"What? Any man could have had his wicked way with you, a young unprotected girl. . ."
"But you've taken me." I said, miserably.
He grinned. "Ah, but I'm not just any man. . ."
"All men are the same."
"Apart from dear Roberto, eh?"
I shook my head at what he was implying. I still couldn't get my head around it, my family was dead, and I had been kidnapped by their murderer, once an innocent boy I had helped.
"I wish we'd let you drown that day, I wish we'd never found you." I said, bitterly.
"You don't mean that, love."
"Yes, I do."
"Remember Pixie?" He said, slyly.
I smiled in remembrance of my silky mare. The pony I had rode at the age of five. "Roberto rode Daemon." I muttered. "Roberto will kill you when he finds I am missing." I said, quickly.
He shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint you, but he ain't no knight in shining armour."
"He'll come."
"We'll see."
"I'll bet you he comes."
"And what shall we bet it on?" He asked.
"If I win, you let me go, and give me back my gold coin."
"And if I win you stay 'ere and do whatever I say, savvy?"
I nodded, he held out his hand, and I shook it. And now my whole life rested on Roberto coming to save me.
"But, erm. . .since you've brought up the little matter of the coin." He said, studying his nails. "Where did you find it?" He demanded. His manner had changed, he was no longer the carefree arrogant man who had first entered the room. His face hardened into a determined grin, as his hands ran through my hair.
"Why?" I asked. Surely such a worthless trinket could have no value.
"The cave?"
I nodded.
"Look Dora, I need that gold, it's all that's left of a grand fortune, left to me by. . .well it doesn't matter. It was put in the cave for safe keeping. Someone stole it from me."
"That's what you were doing on the beach?" I exclaimed. It was all beginning to make sense.
Jack nodded, and grinned showing the gold teeth in his mouth. "Aye, we were coming to collect it, when a storm struck. By the time I had got into your household, and found the right cave, the gold was long gone."
"And me?"
"The thief, it's someone you know."
I couldn't really take in what he was telling me, the words washed over my head, floating in one ear and straight out of the other. He saw this, placed his hand on my shoulder and with a grin left the cabin.
I turned my head abruptly from the door to show my contempt and anger. But maybe being on the ship wasn't so bad, after all there was nothing at home for me anymore, my parents were dead, my house had smouldered to the ground in an ashy black heap. Roberto had left me, no there was nothing for me back there. But I did not like the idea either, of what lay before me.
I thought back all those years ago to the day on the beach, when cousin Rudolph had taken Roberto and I to see the caves. We had been standing near a fortune, so close, only a boulder separating us. The fortune that now this once innocent boy turned pirate was seeking. A fortune I was somehow caught up in. I should have been grieving for my parents, my mother, but I did not shed one tear for them. Maybe it was wicked of me, but wherever they were they were safe, at peace. I should save all my tears for my own predicament.
As I am writing this, my back leaning against the jagged stone wall, my tears smudge the page I write on. The first tears that have ever fallen for my parents. Looking back on it, it was such a waste of life, my mother such a young vibrant creature with so much to offer, and my father, he had plans, plans for the world. Such a waste of life.
Chapter Eight
When I awoke, I jumped up in horror. I was in some sort of cabin, the rocking motion of the waves, which I had never made me ill before, began to make me sick. I ran to the door, and tried to open it, I pushed with all my strength, but it wouldn't open, it was locked.
I couldn't get the pictures of the fire from my mind, but the thought of water made me positively ill. I was trapped. I tried angrily to calm down, to slow my breathing back down to normal. I lay my hands on my chest trying to even out my wild gulps for breath. Eventually when the first shock had subsided I managed to take a look around. Not that my scared, tired eyes took in much detail. I noticed the important things, the lack of the key in the lock, the solid wooden walls that surrounded me, the little light closing in on me. When I closed my eyes all I saw was the licking, orange flames, but opened my sights were not greatly improved. All that met my eyes was the closing in walls of my prison.
I laugh back on my fears as I sit here now. They were unfounded, I did not need to fret as I sat in that luxurious cabin, though it did not seem luxury at the time. I scorn my idea of a prison, I sit in a real one now.
It was about an hour later when a key turned in the lock and the door was slowly opened. Jack stood in the doorway.
"Okay love?" He asked, with a grin.
I didn't reply.
He walked over to me, and sat beside me on the bed, putting his arm around my shoulder. I was appalled at his familiarity with me, Roberto would have killed him. But, I reminded myself, Roberto wasn't here, and my main objective had to be to stay alive.
"The fire. . ." I began.
"Started by my men, didn't think I was gonna rot in prison did you, Dora?"
I shrugged his arm from my shoulder. "You started it on purpose?" I exclaimed.
He shrugged it aside, as though it was no big deal.
"You're a murderer."
"And. . ."
"You killed my parents." I said, jumping up.
"Unintentionally, of course."
"Oh and that makes it alright, I mean why, why are you doing this? Why am I here?" I demanded.
"Couldn't leave you by the docks." He said, simply.
"Yes you could."
"What? Any man could have had his wicked way with you, a young unprotected girl. . ."
"But you've taken me." I said, miserably.
He grinned. "Ah, but I'm not just any man. . ."
"All men are the same."
"Apart from dear Roberto, eh?"
I shook my head at what he was implying. I still couldn't get my head around it, my family was dead, and I had been kidnapped by their murderer, once an innocent boy I had helped.
"I wish we'd let you drown that day, I wish we'd never found you." I said, bitterly.
"You don't mean that, love."
"Yes, I do."
"Remember Pixie?" He said, slyly.
I smiled in remembrance of my silky mare. The pony I had rode at the age of five. "Roberto rode Daemon." I muttered. "Roberto will kill you when he finds I am missing." I said, quickly.
He shook his head. "Sorry to disappoint you, but he ain't no knight in shining armour."
"He'll come."
"We'll see."
"I'll bet you he comes."
"And what shall we bet it on?" He asked.
"If I win, you let me go, and give me back my gold coin."
"And if I win you stay 'ere and do whatever I say, savvy?"
I nodded, he held out his hand, and I shook it. And now my whole life rested on Roberto coming to save me.
"But, erm. . .since you've brought up the little matter of the coin." He said, studying his nails. "Where did you find it?" He demanded. His manner had changed, he was no longer the carefree arrogant man who had first entered the room. His face hardened into a determined grin, as his hands ran through my hair.
"Why?" I asked. Surely such a worthless trinket could have no value.
"The cave?"
I nodded.
"Look Dora, I need that gold, it's all that's left of a grand fortune, left to me by. . .well it doesn't matter. It was put in the cave for safe keeping. Someone stole it from me."
"That's what you were doing on the beach?" I exclaimed. It was all beginning to make sense.
Jack nodded, and grinned showing the gold teeth in his mouth. "Aye, we were coming to collect it, when a storm struck. By the time I had got into your household, and found the right cave, the gold was long gone."
"And me?"
"The thief, it's someone you know."
I couldn't really take in what he was telling me, the words washed over my head, floating in one ear and straight out of the other. He saw this, placed his hand on my shoulder and with a grin left the cabin.
I turned my head abruptly from the door to show my contempt and anger. But maybe being on the ship wasn't so bad, after all there was nothing at home for me anymore, my parents were dead, my house had smouldered to the ground in an ashy black heap. Roberto had left me, no there was nothing for me back there. But I did not like the idea either, of what lay before me.
I thought back all those years ago to the day on the beach, when cousin Rudolph had taken Roberto and I to see the caves. We had been standing near a fortune, so close, only a boulder separating us. The fortune that now this once innocent boy turned pirate was seeking. A fortune I was somehow caught up in. I should have been grieving for my parents, my mother, but I did not shed one tear for them. Maybe it was wicked of me, but wherever they were they were safe, at peace. I should save all my tears for my own predicament.
As I am writing this, my back leaning against the jagged stone wall, my tears smudge the page I write on. The first tears that have ever fallen for my parents. Looking back on it, it was such a waste of life, my mother such a young vibrant creature with so much to offer, and my father, he had plans, plans for the world. Such a waste of life.