Ch.9 Dagger Disastrous (3 months later)
Josephine sighed and turned around. "Another long day of walking," she
thought, "Done with." She looked around the room she had for three months,
instead of three days. Her room had a lovely view of the harbor, a bed, a
bathroom with a washbasin, a bathtub, and a chamber pot. The pillows on her
bed were made with satin and contained feathers, and the blankets were
thick and warm. The windows were covered with lacy curtains, and the
bathroom was clean and neat.
She took a hot bath and then got ready for bed. She slid under the covers
of her bed, trying not to think about the events that occurred three months
earlier, which were still haunting her mind.
She closed her eyes.and dreamed.
Her mind flashed through the party, how she went up stairs to avoid Cornea, and then the Pirates. Everything in great detail; everything exactly the way she remembered it. The door opened. A gun poked through. BANG! BANG! Her parents fell dead to the ground. Josephine let out an unearthly scream. Josephine awoke with a jolt and sat up rigidly in her bed gasping. "Just a dream," she muttered. She lay back down, but didn't sleep again until morning. She woke late. She got dressed and hurried down to the parlor. Breakfast was being served. Josephine hurriedly sat, and ordered. The food came quickly, and Josephine ate quickly, so she could be out of there quickly. She paid for her meal at the door.
She wanted to get to the other shops she hadn't gotten to.
She walked out with her purse and began browsing through the shops.
She bought a silk scarf, a scented candle and a small bottle of perfume from three different shops.
Then she reached a shop called, "Weapons: Buys and Repairs." She looked in through the window. "I need some replacement daggers," she thought.
She pushed open the door.
The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter to meet her. He was wearing a gray apron, and had a ruddy face. His forehead and hair were drenched in sweat.
"Good Morning, Miss. What brings you in here?" he asked her.
"I am looking for some replacement daggers. The ones I had were lost in my traveling," she replied.
"Ah, then you'd want to be lookin over there," he said gesturing to the wall on the far side of the shop with his grease covered arm. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will do that," Josephine said. She walked over to the far wall and looked at the collection of daggers. She started at the left end, looking for what she liked most in dagger: Ornate handle, a thin blade made of steel, a sharp, undamaged blade, and lightness. She picked up a promising one. No, too heavy. She evaluated each one, lifting the ones she liked, passing over the ones she didn't.
5 more to go. She looked at the next one. No. The next one. No. The next two were no's also. The last one; it looked familiar. She picked it up; it was the right weight. Nice blade, with a lovely handle piece. She drew the one she always carried around with her, and was shocked. They were the same! "The Pirate." she thought.
She put her dagger away and walked over to the counter.
"Found something Miss?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Yes, this dagger," Josephine replied. "Could you tell me where you got it? It looks familiar."
"Oh I got this, uh, let's see, bout a month ago, from a trader in the next village, Sicklemore," the shopkeeper said, scratching his chin. "If you're interested in it, you could go there," he said. "Will you be getting that, then?" he asked, nodding to the dagger.
"Yes, please," Josephine said.
"That'll be 10 shillings, Miss," he said.
Josephine paid him, and then walked out of the shop.
She walked back to the hotel and packed her things. She checked out, and had the stable boys harness her horse to her carriage. She had a footman carry her trunk out and put it in the carriage's compartment.
She got into the driver seat, and drove off. "Well, Captain, I guess our next meeting will be sooner than you expect, if you expected it at all," Josephine said.
Only the sea responded with its roaring.
She closed her eyes.and dreamed.
Her mind flashed through the party, how she went up stairs to avoid Cornea, and then the Pirates. Everything in great detail; everything exactly the way she remembered it. The door opened. A gun poked through. BANG! BANG! Her parents fell dead to the ground. Josephine let out an unearthly scream. Josephine awoke with a jolt and sat up rigidly in her bed gasping. "Just a dream," she muttered. She lay back down, but didn't sleep again until morning. She woke late. She got dressed and hurried down to the parlor. Breakfast was being served. Josephine hurriedly sat, and ordered. The food came quickly, and Josephine ate quickly, so she could be out of there quickly. She paid for her meal at the door.
She wanted to get to the other shops she hadn't gotten to.
She walked out with her purse and began browsing through the shops.
She bought a silk scarf, a scented candle and a small bottle of perfume from three different shops.
Then she reached a shop called, "Weapons: Buys and Repairs." She looked in through the window. "I need some replacement daggers," she thought.
She pushed open the door.
The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter to meet her. He was wearing a gray apron, and had a ruddy face. His forehead and hair were drenched in sweat.
"Good Morning, Miss. What brings you in here?" he asked her.
"I am looking for some replacement daggers. The ones I had were lost in my traveling," she replied.
"Ah, then you'd want to be lookin over there," he said gesturing to the wall on the far side of the shop with his grease covered arm. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will do that," Josephine said. She walked over to the far wall and looked at the collection of daggers. She started at the left end, looking for what she liked most in dagger: Ornate handle, a thin blade made of steel, a sharp, undamaged blade, and lightness. She picked up a promising one. No, too heavy. She evaluated each one, lifting the ones she liked, passing over the ones she didn't.
5 more to go. She looked at the next one. No. The next one. No. The next two were no's also. The last one; it looked familiar. She picked it up; it was the right weight. Nice blade, with a lovely handle piece. She drew the one she always carried around with her, and was shocked. They were the same! "The Pirate." she thought.
She put her dagger away and walked over to the counter.
"Found something Miss?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Yes, this dagger," Josephine replied. "Could you tell me where you got it? It looks familiar."
"Oh I got this, uh, let's see, bout a month ago, from a trader in the next village, Sicklemore," the shopkeeper said, scratching his chin. "If you're interested in it, you could go there," he said. "Will you be getting that, then?" he asked, nodding to the dagger.
"Yes, please," Josephine said.
"That'll be 10 shillings, Miss," he said.
Josephine paid him, and then walked out of the shop.
She walked back to the hotel and packed her things. She checked out, and had the stable boys harness her horse to her carriage. She had a footman carry her trunk out and put it in the carriage's compartment.
She got into the driver seat, and drove off. "Well, Captain, I guess our next meeting will be sooner than you expect, if you expected it at all," Josephine said.
Only the sea responded with its roaring.