Now I was in the steel hallway of a ship. I knew this from the metallic ring on my own foot falls, the lull of the engines, and the rocking and swaying of the floor. Sawyer was still guiding me along the way.
Another person came over to Sawyer, a blood red blur. "The other one's down in sick bay," she said with an English accent. "Jeckyll's looking after her."
"That's great," said Sawyer. "I'll get this one down there. How's everyone reacting to it?"
At this point my attention turned from Sawyer and the woman to another figure that was walking down the hall toward us. They were a shockingly yellow shape, and they seemed to demand attention. However neither of the others noticed and they was standing no more than a few feet away.
"…no one can find Skinner to tell him what's going on," concluded the woman.
"Tell me what?" asked the newcomer causing Sawyer and the woman to jump.
"What the hell is your problem Skinner?" yelled Sawyer angrily.
"I thought that the problem was that no one could find me," he observed. The woman smacked him across the cheek. "In a bad mood Mina," he asked politely.
"No just exasperated that your brain refuses to work," she shot back.
Arguing they followed Sawyer and myself to the sick room. I tried to rember the directions we took but couldn't. I was too flustered, all I wanted at that point was to make sure that Angie was alright. "Here we are," announced Sawyer as he pulled me into a room. Angie was lying on a bed and a blue grey shrouded figure was standing over her. I bit my lip nervously.
"How is she," asked Mina.
"She'll be fine," answered the man. "I removed the bullet. She should be awake tomorrow and walking within a few days." I released a breath I had been holding along with a silent thank you for her resilience.
"Young lady this is Doctor Henry Jekyll," said Mina introducing us.
"Are you sure she'll be alright?" I asked worriedly.
"I'm sure," said Dr Jekyll.
"You have nothing to worry about," announced Sawyer.
"If Dr. Jekyll says she'll be fine then she will," assured Mina.
"He's as good as his word," laughed Skinner. "Unlike me."
"Skinner, Shut up." Sang the trio, and then began laughing.
"Is this her," asked a voice behind me. I turned around and saw two people, one was the man who had carried Angie to the ship and the other was a deep royal blue. It was he that had spoken
"Yes," said the first man. He then turned his attention to me. "Young lady, my name is Alan Quartermain, this is Captain Nemo. What is your name?"
"Ophira Holmes," I answered truthfully.
"Holmes," repeated Nemo, "as in the famous London detective?" I nodded.
Sawyer snorted in disbelief behind me. My response was to take a photograph out of my pocket. I handed it to Alan and waited while the other League members huddled around and looked at the picture. I remembered clearly what it was, even though I had never seen it. Angie, our mother, and myself sitting in chairs and our father and uncle standing behind us, we were smiling.
"Why would a blind person carry a photograph?" asked Sawyer skeptically.
"Sentimental reasons."
"How do we know that's Sherlock Holmes," he demanded. "It could be anyone!"
"Besides didn't he die?" asked Skinner.
"Everyone thought he had for a while but it turned out to be a mistake," answered Jekyll.
"You told us her friend was an accomplished knife thrower," said Mina, I didn't bother to correct her. "Surely the League could use such talent."
Silence fell onto the group. Vaguely I wondered what they meant by 'The League' but my own thoughts were interrupted by Nemo.
"The Nautilus could make it to London in a matter of days," he said thoughtfully. "From there it would be easy to check and see if what she says has any truth in it what so ever."
"And Holmes may have information about what M meant when he said superiors," finished Quartermain.
"I shall set the coordinates," announced Nemo. "Mr. Skinner would you please show Miss. Holmes to he room."
Skinner lead me down on hallway after another, after a while he turned to me and said. "Someone's awful quiet."
"I don't talk much," I answered.
"Well let me start it off for you. Name's Rodney Skinner, gentleman thief."
I smiled. "Ophira Holmes, blind knife thrower."
"'ow on earth do you manage that?"
"I can hear."
"That don't seem like much help to me."
"I can tell a lot about a person from the way they walk."
"Like what."
"Well from what I know of you, you are 5' 10", 150 pounds, and for some strange reason beyond me enjoy going barefoot."
"Almost 5'11" and you can tell all that from 'ow it sounds when I walk?"
I nodded.
"So I'm guessing that you and the other girl are sisters?"
"Angie," I responded with a nod.
"Easy to see who got the good looks in that family."
"If she were here I'm sure she'd thank you."
"I wern't talkin' 'bout 'er," he answered. "Ah 'ere we are. I 'ope yeh wont mind but I'm gonna have to lock you in 'ere, for safety's sake."
"I completely understand, and please tell Captain Nemo and Mr. Quartermain that I am much indebted to them for their help. Although they may be able to hear me through that radio you are carrying. Goodnight"
In the communications Room Alan and Nemo were listening. They had equal looks of shock on their faces as the conversation ended. "Asstounding," observed Nemo.
AN: hey thanks for waiting for this Chapter. I was haveing some trouble getting on the computer and then I lost the notebook I had everything in... yeah but I'm updateing now so be happy. A big thank you to Samyo, QueerQuail, and Caiden McBrien for reviews!