I slinked towards the door, and was half way out when one of the two
brothers noted my leaving, and I bolted.
Not knowing where I was going, I dashed down random halls praying to find I was out.
Instead I found a dead end with a small window.
Bloody hell.
They were so close behind, I trust my head out the window to see a hay cart passing beneath me, and I didn't thin twice.
I jumped through the window with mild difficulty, and fell fifty feet to a large pile of hay.
Recovering from the thump-of-a-landing I looked up to find the princes of France looking down at me. I waved my goodbye to Nicola.
The hay ride out of the place grounds were surprisingly uneventful. Apparently Nicola had talked Michelle out of chasing me.
The quite of the hay ride gave me time to think, even though I was on my guard for people coming for me.
In the time I'd spent with Nicola I knew I'd grown to love him.
Not in the same way as Cameron. Not in the flutter stomach way. In the just having him around makes things easier way. Not in the "I'm distracted by your voice way" way. But in the "I'm stronger if I know you'll be there" way. Not in the "I can't be with out you" way. I loved him in the "I need to know your happy" way.
He was where he belonged. I was going back to where I was needed.
Good bye Nicola of France, I will miss you.
As usual I spoke to soon. Just as I was passing the gate, and readying myself to jump the carriage, I herd the calling's for the hay wagon to wait in an all to familiar voice.
Nicola!
I leapt off the wagon, and ran.
Plan. Plan. PLAN!
I saw a guard lazily talking to another, obviously not on duty. I ran up, and grabbed the rains for his un-mounted horse, from his unguarded hand.
The maneuver into the moving horse from the ground was not as easy as it had once been for me. It was once that I had learnt from a horse trainer on Tortuga. But it had been years since I had been to the Island and I was very much out of practice. Non the less I made it into the horses stalled, and headed for the docks.
Non of the boats were setting sail, and this was a problem. Where to go?
The nest of one of the ships that were loading. They would be leaving with in the hour. One of them were my target.
I got very close to the rising platform which was holding up a cannon and leapt. I landed half on and half off. I pulled my self on, as its swayed dangerously. The people in the market stopped to look as I hiked up my skirt and grabbed my dragger from its leg sheath.
About the time I cut the over all rope, which was holding and pulling up the platform, was when Nicola arrived on horse back. The cannon and platform went plummeting to the ground as I grabbed the draggling rope and swung.
I loved it. It was great fun. I landed in the rigging of the next ship, which was loading nothing, so it was not moving. I looked about me to find that there was a little boat leaving for a ship maybe thirty feet out in the bay. I jumped for the boat, and landed mostly in it. My leg hurt, but not that much. The three people in the boat looked very startled and them out hard before the senses came back.
I got, right away, to changing clothes with one of the unconscious men. He was a Captain. How nice. I cut lengths of fabric from my dress and used that to bind myself, and cut my hair.
Sure I was not entirely male looking, but then again, who was?
I hid the real captain behind the boxes on the little boat, and got to work waking the men.
I would convince them all that I was really supposed to be there, because the other captain was needed else where, and make up the rest as I went along. When my two escort's to the ship took the boat back, they would take the real captain ashore with out knowing it. By the time he awoke, and realized what was going on, I'd be long gone.
Slowly I'd find the pearl.
Slowly I'd get home.
Not knowing where I was going, I dashed down random halls praying to find I was out.
Instead I found a dead end with a small window.
Bloody hell.
They were so close behind, I trust my head out the window to see a hay cart passing beneath me, and I didn't thin twice.
I jumped through the window with mild difficulty, and fell fifty feet to a large pile of hay.
Recovering from the thump-of-a-landing I looked up to find the princes of France looking down at me. I waved my goodbye to Nicola.
The hay ride out of the place grounds were surprisingly uneventful. Apparently Nicola had talked Michelle out of chasing me.
The quite of the hay ride gave me time to think, even though I was on my guard for people coming for me.
In the time I'd spent with Nicola I knew I'd grown to love him.
Not in the same way as Cameron. Not in the flutter stomach way. In the just having him around makes things easier way. Not in the "I'm distracted by your voice way" way. But in the "I'm stronger if I know you'll be there" way. Not in the "I can't be with out you" way. I loved him in the "I need to know your happy" way.
He was where he belonged. I was going back to where I was needed.
Good bye Nicola of France, I will miss you.
As usual I spoke to soon. Just as I was passing the gate, and readying myself to jump the carriage, I herd the calling's for the hay wagon to wait in an all to familiar voice.
Nicola!
I leapt off the wagon, and ran.
Plan. Plan. PLAN!
I saw a guard lazily talking to another, obviously not on duty. I ran up, and grabbed the rains for his un-mounted horse, from his unguarded hand.
The maneuver into the moving horse from the ground was not as easy as it had once been for me. It was once that I had learnt from a horse trainer on Tortuga. But it had been years since I had been to the Island and I was very much out of practice. Non the less I made it into the horses stalled, and headed for the docks.
Non of the boats were setting sail, and this was a problem. Where to go?
The nest of one of the ships that were loading. They would be leaving with in the hour. One of them were my target.
I got very close to the rising platform which was holding up a cannon and leapt. I landed half on and half off. I pulled my self on, as its swayed dangerously. The people in the market stopped to look as I hiked up my skirt and grabbed my dragger from its leg sheath.
About the time I cut the over all rope, which was holding and pulling up the platform, was when Nicola arrived on horse back. The cannon and platform went plummeting to the ground as I grabbed the draggling rope and swung.
I loved it. It was great fun. I landed in the rigging of the next ship, which was loading nothing, so it was not moving. I looked about me to find that there was a little boat leaving for a ship maybe thirty feet out in the bay. I jumped for the boat, and landed mostly in it. My leg hurt, but not that much. The three people in the boat looked very startled and them out hard before the senses came back.
I got, right away, to changing clothes with one of the unconscious men. He was a Captain. How nice. I cut lengths of fabric from my dress and used that to bind myself, and cut my hair.
Sure I was not entirely male looking, but then again, who was?
I hid the real captain behind the boxes on the little boat, and got to work waking the men.
I would convince them all that I was really supposed to be there, because the other captain was needed else where, and make up the rest as I went along. When my two escort's to the ship took the boat back, they would take the real captain ashore with out knowing it. By the time he awoke, and realized what was going on, I'd be long gone.
Slowly I'd find the pearl.
Slowly I'd get home.