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Chapter 5: The Spider in the Washbasin
Mum told me once that if we were ever separated that I shouldn't ever give up, that I should keep fighting and trying. So, I kept paddling with my arms and kicking with my legs.
My head went under a couple more times and I kept paddling and kicking. The water was a big bully 'cause it kept pushing me around. I felt like the little spider that I once put in Mum's washbasin.
The storm was getting worse-r and worse-r. I heard some voices yelling but none of them were my mum. I still tried to get them to pay attention to me but they were too far away.
The water made my eyes sting and it got harder to see. I was getting so tired. My legs hurted real bad. Then something happened.
A big piece of wood whooshed past me. I reached out for it. But it was too fast. Another piece went past but I was faster than it.
I held it real tight and it pulled me out farther into the water.
A long time passed and I still hadn't found Mum. She must have been real far away 'cause I yelled loud for her to come back.
I was getting sleepy. I didn't want to be. I wanted to find Mum. But my eyes were being bad and kept falling down so I couldn't see.
My head felt heavy so I laid it down on the wood and kept watching the water. It wasn't as angry as before and the rain had stopped. The thunder and lightning must have finished their argument 'cause they were gone too.
I was almost asleep when the water made a funny gurgling sound. Then there was a big splash. Bigger than me. Bigger than Mum. Bigger than my father, probably.
And do you know something?
A ship came out of that splash!
Mum says it's not nice to stare. But I stared at that ship. It was as big as the Black Pearl and was all shiny and clean.
It was a pretty ship. Just like one Mum gave me for my fourth birthday.
I kept watching and a man walked to the front of the ship. He must have been able to hold his breath a long time to stay on a ship that went under the water. Maybe he was like that funny Jack I met. But when I could see his face, he didn't look anything like Jack.
He had dark hair and dark eyes like me. He was very tall and he had a long sword that looked very sharp and poky. But his face looked very concerned, almost like he had a big splinter in his hand.
He looked out over the water. I think he was looking for someone. But I didn't want to be found by a scary man like him so I hid my face behind the wood.
The man yelled something but I couldn't understand what he said. I peeked a quick look at him.
He was leaning on the railing on the edge of the ship. His hands held the wood real tight and his face was all scrunched up. He looked like he wanted to cry.
I didn't understand that.
Someone came up behind him and said something to him. I think he felt better after that 'cause the hurting on his face wasn't as bad.
I pushed myself up farther on the wood so I could see better while the man turned. When I moved he stopped real fast and looked out over the water again.
I was good at hiding and he didn't find me.
He turned and walked so I couldn't see him anymore. The ship's sails blew out like clothes on a laundry line and it went away.
I leaned back against the wood 'cause I was glad to see that scary man leave. I'd heard stories about monsters like Davy Jones who lived on the seas, eating poor people trapped there.
Mum said that he was dead and that he couldn't hurt anyone anymore. She also said that he didn't eat anybody. But she didn't say anything about his ship being dead.
I was safe, though, 'cause the scary man had left. But I was feeling tired and worn-ed out again.
So, I curled up as best I could and closed my eyes real tight. I imagined I was back home in my nice fluffy bed with Mum sleeping in her bedroom down the hall. Maybe if I imagined hard enough this whole adventure would go away.
TBC...