Chapter 19:
After resting a bit, Emmy continued her attempt of escape. After finding the floor panels would not budge, she began plotting a new plan.
She knocked on the walls, hoping to locate some form of passage. Her efforts were useless; no secret door or thin walls of any sorts were available to her.
She angrily huffed and leaned against the wall. "Is there no way out of this stupid room?" she yelled to no one.
Her stomach growled. She realized she hadn't eaten in a while. "Are they going to leave me here to starve?"
She glanced around the room again. She was running out of options, and if these people were planning to use her for some evil plot or kill her, she needed to get out. Now.
She looked at the door again. 'I could always kick it down.' she thought. She pondered over this, 'If I do that, I'll either hurt myself or cause such a ruckus that I'll be caught.'
She glanced around again, as a new idea popped into her head. "If I could find a substitute for a key, I could pick the lock." Emmy lightly slapped her forehead. "Why didn't I think of that before?"
She searched the room for anything of use. She finally struck it, a tiny, loose nail in the left corner of the room, barely noticeable through the shadows.
She quickly swiped the nail from the floor and began at the lock. A few moments of moving, twisting, and adjusting, and the door clicked. Emmy turned the now unlocked knob. "Gotcha." she whispered.
She cracked the door, just enough to peep through. She didn't notice anyone, so she slowly crept down the hall. She walked until she met a turn, then took that turn and continued on. This lasted about three right turns, then she met a dead end. Emmy had never been on a boat before, so she had no idea where to go.
She retraced her steps and took a left instead of a right. This time she found a door with the sign "Kitchen" on it. Her stomach growled again, obviously noticing the smell of food. She could sense the small scent of chicken.
Emmy leaned against the door, ear to metal, and listened. She was met with silence, believing no one was currently in there. Her hunger got the best of her, and she quickly opened the door. Expecting food, she was met with 8 eyes. Four buff men gave annoyed looks to Emmy, each taking huge bites of meat out of very large chicken breasts.
"So I s'mee you escaped't." A dark headed man, too rude to speak after he had swallowed his food, spoke first.
The second, a fair haired, tan man spoke. "I take it yer wantin' sometin' to eat?"
'Are they all illiterate?' Emmy thought.
"Look at me, I mean us, as we talking, girly!" A brunette yelled, a cold stare draped across his face.
A red headed man, obviously the wimp of the group spoke last. "Yeah...what they are sayin'!"
'Yep. Illiterate...' Emmy laughed to herself.
"What you smirking at?" The dark headed man asked.
"Oh nothing." Emmy began. 'These guys will be easy to beat. They has no common sense.' Emmy concluded to herself. "I was just wondering if you fight as badly as you speak." Emmy finished.
"What'd you meanin'?" The red head screeched.
"Well you see, uh...Mr...?" Emmy began.
"Hmph." The first man began. "The name's Donnie." He pointed to the light haired man, "He's Jonathan." He turned and pointed to the brunette, "That's Moffat." He turned to the last man, "That's Bob." He finished.
"Well then, I bet you all are as wimpy as you appear." Emmy stated.
Donnie scowled. "You sayin' we weak?" he grumbled.
"Pretty much." Emmy agreed.
Moffat frowned and glanced at his companions. "Isn't she 'spose to be locked up in 'er cell?" he asked.
Jonathan had a thoughtful look. "I supposes' she is."
Donnie let loose an evil grin. "Let's get 'er then."
"Let's make this quick, shall we?" Emmy confidently said.
The four men began their attack, though Emmy didn't care. She only smiled, realizing this would not be a long struggle.
Jonathan led the group and made the first move. He lifted his fist in attempt to punch Emmy. She noticed and quickly ducked. He advaced again, sights set on Emmy's stomach. Emmy quickly jumped out of the way, and landed a kick in Jonathan's gut.
She turned around and found Donnie and Moffat coming at her full speed. Donnie attempted a punch, but Emmy swiftly moved to the right, dodging the hit. Moffat did the same as Donnie. Emmy, expecting the same outcome, moved right. To her surprise, a hand tightly grasped her wrist.
She turned and found Jonathan, proud look spread across his devious face. Emmy wouldn't stand for this. She jerked her way around, and facing Jonathan, struck him in the nose with her spare fist. Jonathan quickly released his grasp on Emmy, and held his now bleeding nose.
Moffat came around and grabbed Emmy's waist. Donnie came forward to help hold Moffat's current hostage.
Emmy expected this, and when he was close enough, kicked Donnie square in the jaw. He fell back, landing on Jonathan, who was whimpering in a corner.
Emmy elbowed Moffat in the face, causing him to let go. She turned quickly, and shoved him to the ground. When he attempted to get up, he was met with one final blow.
Bob, who stayed back the whole time, stared, wide-eyed.
Emmy took one step forward, and Bob dashed out of the room. Bob's companions laid on the floor, all moaning in pain.
Emmy grabbed a nearby chicken leg, taking a bite as she left the kitchen in persuit of an escape route.
Chapter 19 is finally done! I'll try to put 20 up quicker than this chapter:)