Chapter Seventeen: Stupid Dishes!
"What do you think ye doing, Miss?" A tall man asked.
(I do not know the name of a lot of his crew members…so this man will have a made up one…something like…Marten.)
"Nothing…just looking out at the sea." she said, trying to lie her way out…she wasn't the best at lying…but it never hurt to try, right?
He looked at her like a mad father would look at his young son. She gave a nervous smile.
"Now, ye wouldn't be lying to me. Would ye?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes, then a blank look come into play.
"Well…yes. No, I want to go ashore. I want to help my friends." she said.
Hoping and praying silently that he would take her. He shook his head as someone came up.
"What's going on here?" Anamaria asked looking at the two with a confused, angry look on her face.
Shyla mentally groaned, all was done with now.
Anamaria was could be like a mother hen at times. Shyla gave Anamaria a smile.
"Don't get mad. But I wanna go ashore and help Will and Jack save Elizabeth. They're my friends, and I wanna help." she said.
Anamaria looked at her as though she'd flipped a lid.
Shyla just stood there unable to say anything at the moment. Slowly Anamaria shook her head.
"Jack who have me flogged if I were to let ye go, Shyla. I don't want to be flogged anytime soon." Anamaria said.
Shyla sighed and slumped down on the crate next to her. Crossing her arms across her chest, she made a 'hump' noise and a pouty face.
"Come on, Ana. Let me go. They probably need me. Asides, what else is there to do on this forsaken ship?" she asked.
Which would prove to be a mistake on her part as Anamaria smiled a mischievous smile.
She rolled her eyes, washing the next dish that came her way. She had to ask, didn't she?
Oh yes, what a big mouth she had. She finished washing them then rinsed them and dried them. Wishing that she were able to help her friends, instead of doing the stupid dishes, and moping the floors.
"Great, I try to help my friends, and what do I get stuck doing? Huh! The stupid dishes and moping." She said mumbling to herself.
"Well…I just hope Jack and them will be alright." She added onto her hopeful list.
Going back, she began finishing the dishes, one dish at a time…how badly she wanted to break them.