Adventure Four: A New Enemy
Isabella's Point of View
26 November 1908
"You'll never take me alive!" Freddie roared, brandishing his sword. "I refuse to give you the map to Treasure Island."
The Evil Pirate King chuckled before saying, "I knew you were going to say something like that but would this change your mind?"
"Wha-" Freddie gasped. The Evil Pirate King kidnapped his beautiful bride and one of his goons had a knife to her throat.
"Frederic, please come rescue me!"
"Of course, my beloved! Let her go!"
"No! Give me the map first."
"Never! I will never give it to you!"
"Frederic, please!" The goon pressed the sharp edge into the sweet curve of her throat.
"No!"
"Freddie, give him the map!" I yelled, brandishing my sword.
"No! If I give it to him, the world as we know it will perish! It's our duty to protect the Island at all costs."
'I have a plan' I mouthed and winked.
"Alright. I surrender, Pirate King. You may have the map. Now let her go." Freddie says, laying down his sword. He holds the sacred scroll out for the Pirate King to take. The Evil Pirate King smirks cruelly and snatches it out of his hand.
"I knew you would give in. Now the map is mine and so will Treasure Island & its glorious secrets. Let her go."
The goon shoves her towards us and Freddie puts her behind him. The Pirate King laughs loudly and opens the map. I survey the area. There are two goons by the King that I could easily overpower. Two more standing by an exit point who looked as if they would fall over. Drunks. Three sleeping on the poop deck. I laugh to myself. This would be ridiculously easy.
'Now what?' He mouths.
'Battle Royale, Plan C-44.' I mouth back. He grins.
I sneak up behind the goons at the exit point. Being quite small and lithe, I could quietly get places without anyone noticing. I crack them both in the head with my sword and they fall.
"THIS MAP IS A FAKE! ATTACK THEM!" The Pirate King roared angrily and lunges at Freddie.
"Look at these freaks!" A high pitched voice says suddenly and three more giggle in response. Just like that, we are ripped from our fantasy and placed back into reality. Suddenly, we are just children brandishing sticks and splashing around in the river.
I drop my stick and put my hands on my hips like Uncle Ragnor does when he is pissed.
Laughing at us were four girls in expensive and dare I say, ugly dresses. The leader, a pretty blond girl, sneered at us.
I sneered back. "We are not freaks. That's a very rude thing to say."
"Says the little white girl wearing boy's clothes and playing with a (a very horrible, racist word)."
Freddie looked down at the ground.
"Don't call him that! What the hell is wrong with you!" I cursed. The girl laughed again and so did her three brainless friends.
"Shouldn't you be cleaning or doing something worthwhile? Why don't you lick my shoe? That's all you're good for anyway."
"Leave us alone and do not call him that again or else!"
"You don't tell me what to do," the blond girl said in an obnoxious, arrogant voice. "Do you know who my father is? Anthony Goldstein. My father could eat yours for breakfast." I recognized the name. Me. Goldstein was one of the most wealthiest men in Chicago. He also happened to be friends with the mayor. If you wanted to be a part of Chicago's elite society, you had to impress him. His word could save or ruin you. This little wagon* must be his daughter, Evangeline "Eva" Goldstein.
I guffawed. "Little girl, do you not know who my father is? Do you not realize where you are right now?" The girl looked around unimpressed.
"My father is Magnus Bane. So if you don't want me to curse you seven ways to hell, I'd suggest you leave us alone." I snarled and the girl looked fearful for a moment. The fear vanished and in its place was cool indifference.
"Let's go girls." The four girls walked off in the direction that they came and it was silent once more.
"Freddie, don't listen to those awful girls." I put my hand on his chin and tilted his head so he would look at me. "Look at me."
His hazel eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met my brown ones. Sometimes I forget that Freddie is older than me and that sometimes his feelings get hurt too. He's always protecting me and reassuring me and now it's my turn. "You're my best friend and I love you. Don't listen to them. You're amazing. You're not that awful word she said." If I ever come across this girl again, I will make her life hell every day for every tear she made my best friend shed.
He hugs me really tightly to his chest and we stand there in the river, the knees of our trousers getting wet.
A/N:
Eva called Freddie a racist slur and that was the first time anyone has called him that. Remember, this story begins in the early 1900s. Yes, it takes place up North and racism was not as bad as it was in the South but it was still there. I am apologizing if I have offended anyone because that was never my intention.
Wagon - Irish swear word. It means bitch.