Well, y'all, its that time of the week again…. UPDATE WEDNESDAY

This week's installment is dedicated to:

Allbountiesaccepted!

Allbountiesaccepted: Thanks for the compliment, and since you called me "Cap'n" I have decided to make you my first mate! ; )

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Sarah-K-O-M: The chapters are as long as my imagination and time allows. Thanks for the name ideas!

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The room was dark and silent, causing the squeaking hinges to sound abnormally loud. Katrina froze, not hearing anything else, pushed the door open further, enough to let some light illuminate the area enough to see inside. She glanced cautiously into the room before fully entering.

He wasn't here. No doubt getting drunk, or already passed out.

Softly moving to her bed of hay she dropped to her knees, swiftly digging beneath it.

"I know he hasn't found it…he couldn't have…" Katrina mumbled to herself, digging more frantically. Her fingers hit something hard, digging around the object, she unearthed a small roughly-hewn box. Gently lifting it from its hiding place she brushed off the excess dust and dirt.

Clutching the box to her chest, Katrina allowed her eyes to slide closed, feeling old memories wash over her. "Oh, mama." She whispered.

A soft sobbing drew her from her reverie. Realizing the sound was coming from herself she swallowed a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. Standing up, Katrina slipped the box into her skirt pocket, brushed off her skirt and straightened her shoulders.

She took a final glance around her small home, it had been her haven, for the most part. Stepping out, she closed the door behind her with conviction. Taking a deep breath she headed towards the docks.

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The masts showed a forest of black against the deep night sky. Bobbing gently as the docked ships rode the soft swell of the waves. A pair of Mediterranean blue eyes studied the plethora of ships from the shadows Finally the eyes fell upon the one that they were looking for.. Katrina smiled, thank God for loose-lipped sailors! The White Tiger sat peacefully at her dock. Katrina got as close as she could to the gangplank while staying in the shadows.

Checking and seeing nobody in the immediate vicinity, she stealthily proceeded up the ramp. She cracked a grin when she heard the faint snoring of the lone guard on board. Quietly as possible she snuck down the hatch to the hold, hiding behind the extra sailcloth and settled down, waiting for the ship to set sail.

Katrina smirked as she thought about her good luck. The White Tiger ; a large passenger ship bringing immigrants to the Americas and setting sail with the tide that after noon. Bless the tipsy sailor! Who would notice one extra young woman in a large ship of nobodies? She wrapped a corner of sailcloth around herself and leaned against the rest, determined to get a few hours of sleep after an eventful and stressful night.

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