Chapter 3: Its dark in here
'Now i'm totally freaked out.' I thought. Where was I? There were weird people, like that man, which were dressed in very outdated clothes. 'Maybe
they are shooting a movie.' I doubted this but I stuck to it. 'Yes a
movie.' I laughed out of fear and appoached a man who looked....well friendly. My mother always told me never to judge a book by its cover. I
tapped him on the shoulder as he turned around and gave me an angry, violent glare. I cleared my throat and dug my foot in the sand out of fear. 'Um...sir, could you tell me where I am?' The man shook his head and moved
toward me. 'Uh oh....crap....CRAP!' He grabbed my wrist and sneered. I
cringed as he let go. 'Come with me.' He mumbled. The only thing I was thinking was 'Hell no!' I stood there as he turned back. 'Come with me or
I'll have ta force ye.' I tip toed behind him. 'Maybe he wont hurt me?' Well I was kinda right. He pushed me into a room, which was very dark and damp. He closed the door and by the sounds of it, locked it. I felt my way around for something to sit on, or something to help me light up this room. There was nothing, the room was completely empty. 'What the hell is this?' I said aloud. 'His personal torture chamber?' I sat down on the floor and made a unusual sigh. It was pretty boring and dull. All of my fear had gone
away long ago. Before it was dying of fear, now its dying of boredom. I heard someone come in and I stood up. 'Theres a candle, a match, and some food for ye there.' I gave a silent prayer and edged toward the plate. I
could feel something squishy and figured it was meat or a sandwhich. I picked it up and smelled it.... 'Ew....gross.' I put it down and picked up the match and the candle. I lit them and looked around the room. Just as I thought, completely bare. Not a thing in it, except for a bag of dirt. I looked at the squishy thing and I didnt know what it was, so I felt it. I could hear talking outside but I igorned it. Probably someone unimportant. I heard the man open the door as he held out his hand. 'Come with me now.'
I walked out and saw a bunch of horses all in a line. They werent tied
either. We went out to the front of the 'room' and saw that man that appeared on the beach. 'Is this the one ye were talkin about Captin Jack?' Jack nodded and walked behind me. I felt like kicking him....well....use your imagination. 'This is the one Hank, i'll take her off yer hands.' This 'Hank' nodded and pushed me towards Jack. He smiled down at me as I stuck
out my tongue. 'Come on luv.' I picked up a stone and chucked it at his
head. 'DONT call me 'luv'.'
'Now i'm totally freaked out.' I thought. Where was I? There were weird people, like that man, which were dressed in very outdated clothes. 'Maybe
they are shooting a movie.' I doubted this but I stuck to it. 'Yes a
movie.' I laughed out of fear and appoached a man who looked....well friendly. My mother always told me never to judge a book by its cover. I
tapped him on the shoulder as he turned around and gave me an angry, violent glare. I cleared my throat and dug my foot in the sand out of fear. 'Um...sir, could you tell me where I am?' The man shook his head and moved
toward me. 'Uh oh....crap....CRAP!' He grabbed my wrist and sneered. I
cringed as he let go. 'Come with me.' He mumbled. The only thing I was thinking was 'Hell no!' I stood there as he turned back. 'Come with me or
I'll have ta force ye.' I tip toed behind him. 'Maybe he wont hurt me?' Well I was kinda right. He pushed me into a room, which was very dark and damp. He closed the door and by the sounds of it, locked it. I felt my way around for something to sit on, or something to help me light up this room. There was nothing, the room was completely empty. 'What the hell is this?' I said aloud. 'His personal torture chamber?' I sat down on the floor and made a unusual sigh. It was pretty boring and dull. All of my fear had gone
away long ago. Before it was dying of fear, now its dying of boredom. I heard someone come in and I stood up. 'Theres a candle, a match, and some food for ye there.' I gave a silent prayer and edged toward the plate. I
could feel something squishy and figured it was meat or a sandwhich. I picked it up and smelled it.... 'Ew....gross.' I put it down and picked up the match and the candle. I lit them and looked around the room. Just as I thought, completely bare. Not a thing in it, except for a bag of dirt. I looked at the squishy thing and I didnt know what it was, so I felt it. I could hear talking outside but I igorned it. Probably someone unimportant. I heard the man open the door as he held out his hand. 'Come with me now.'
I walked out and saw a bunch of horses all in a line. They werent tied
either. We went out to the front of the 'room' and saw that man that appeared on the beach. 'Is this the one ye were talkin about Captin Jack?' Jack nodded and walked behind me. I felt like kicking him....well....use your imagination. 'This is the one Hank, i'll take her off yer hands.' This 'Hank' nodded and pushed me towards Jack. He smiled down at me as I stuck
out my tongue. 'Come on luv.' I picked up a stone and chucked it at his
head. 'DONT call me 'luv'.'