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Chapter 7: The Storm Shall Rage On


Bringing her eyesight up towards the sky, Enola's vision was met with dark and gloomy clouds. She couldn't see the clear blue sky anymore and the wind was starting to pick up around her. Trembling slightly in the coldness, Enola longed for her horse's warm fur. She wanted to snuggle against it and just drown in its warmth. However, she couldn't do that because she was stuck on a ship with a bunch of savages. Still, her wrists and ankles were bound and they left her outside. The poor girl had been sitting on her rear for hours, her back against one of the large poles that jutted out from the oversized boat. Her muscles ached and screamed, her throat howled in great thirst, and her belly rumbled like the thunder for food.

"They could at least feed me and give me something to drink," Enola huffed in irritation, seeing if she could get her wrists and ankles free, but it was completely of no use. "They are such…monsters."

"Aye, lassie," Jaymz's voice touched her ears.

Startled, Enola removed her gaze from the sky and saw Jaymz standing before her in all of his attractiveness. Frowning, Enola could see the male holding a plate of food and a mug of something to drink. "What the heck do you want?" she demanded to know, unhappy to see him.

"That's no way to greet me," Jaymz talked back, smirking. "Plus, you called me a monster. You know, that really hurt my feelings."

Enola could detect the heavy amount of sarcasm in his voice and it only irked her. "That's exactly what you are! You're a monster!" she exclaimed defiantly, her anger showing on her facial features.

"I was going to give you this food and something to drink," the male went on, ignoring her previous words as he took a step closer to her. "You seemed really parched and famished. Due to my everlasting generosity, I decided to relent and bring you something to eat and something to soothe your dry throat."

This only caused Enola's fury to grow. Also, she was becoming very flummoxed because Jaymz's accent had changed dramatically. He no longer sounded like one of those barbarians that occupied the ship, but he sounded like a normal person. This both intrigued and confused her. What in the world was going on? Just who was this Jaymz character?

Seeing the perplexity occupying the girl's face, Jaymz got down onto his knees in front of her and sat the mug of liquid down onto the ground beside him, his smirk intensifying. "Just so you know, I wasn't always a pirate," he informed her as if he were letting out a secret. He gave her a wink. "Don't tell anyone."

Enola snorted. "Who would I tell?"

"That's right," Jaymz talked grabbing a fork and stabbing a piece of chicken with it. He brought the fork to Enola's lips and she suddenly jerked away as if he had struck her. "Don't be afraid, lass. It's just fish. It's good."

Enola wondered why this guy was feeding her, but guessed it was the captain's orders or something. Pushing back her pride, the girl opened her mouth and allowed Jaymz to feed her. This went on until she had devoured every single thing on the plate. Her belly was full and she was completely satisfied. After that, Jaymz picked up the mug and allowed her to drink from it. Enola was glad to find that it was water.

Through with that, Jaymz sat the mug back down and just stayed sitting in front of her, examining her thoughtfully as the wind around them got fiercer and the sky got darker with more clouds. Enola gazed back at him, feeling uncomfortable underneath his stare. What did he want now?

"What was your name again?" he questioned her out of the blue.

"What?" Enola retorted, caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Your name," Jaymz repeated, green eyes never leaving her face. "I can't remember if you told me or not. What was your name?"

Enola hesitated before reluctantly answering, "Enola. It's Enola."

"Enola?" a smirk spread across his face. "I think I remember now. Enola. Enola."

"Don't wear it out," Enola deadpanned, giving him a flat look. She didn't like it when he said her name. It just didn't seem right to her for some reason.

Jaymz put on a grin. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Enola."

"It's not nice to meet you," Enola growled at him, shaking her head from side to side. "You and your monstrous crew did something really horrible to my home and to the people I loved! I'll…I'll never forgive you all for what you did."

Jaymz seemed sympathetic now. "It wasn't my choice, Enola. It had to be done."

"Yeah, right!" Enola snarled at him viciously.

Jaymz's smirk returned and he got to his feet. "Such fire you have in you."

"Untie me and I'll show you real fire!" Enola challenged, struggling to get to her feet, but her bound ankles wouldn't allow that.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES!"

At once, all of the crew emerged from their concealed places and began putting everything away on the ship and tying everything down. There was a storm coming and they had to act quickly.

"Blimey!" Jaymz had slipped back into pirate lingo and he put his attention back to Enola. "There be a storm brewin', lassie. Prepare yerself!" then he turned and marched off to go help out the rest of the crew.

Immediately, fear struck Enola's heart. Were they actually going to leave her out there alone in the storm? As she thought about this, she could fee rain pattering against her skin and hair, drenching her instantly. The wind picked up and lightning flashed across the sky. Thunder boomed overhead like a wild explosion. It was all so terrifying to Enola.

Enola watched as all of the pirates and thieves put everything away on the ship and tie everything down. She could catch glimpses of Jaymz here and there, but that was it. The girl knew he wouldn't be coming back for her. All of the crew started getting back inside the ship and out of the storm, leaving her out there. Enola shivered in the wind and rain, flinching whenever thunder howled in the sky.

Just when she was about to shut her eyes and endure it, a pair of hands grabbed her arms and easily hauled her up to her feet. Before she knew it, she was in a dry and warm room, a door slamming shut behind her. Enola stumbled forward and fell down onto her stomach. Rolling around on to her back, she could see Jaymz standing before her, dripping with rainwater.

"Where am I?" Enola demanded to know, shivering because she was still cold.

"Yer in me quarters," Jaymz responded instantly, stepping over her body and reaching for a towel on the bed that was in there. He grasped it and then dropped it on top of Enola. "There ye go, lass."

Enola gave him a look. "How am I going to dry myself off with my wrists tied?"

Jaymz hesitated before untying her wrists, knowing she wasn't going to try anything. Enola sighed in relief and rubbed her red and bruised wrists. When she was done, she started drying herself off with the towel, starting with her hair. As she did this, she could see Jaymz watching her.

Oh, what was going to happen?