Normally in my fan fictions I try to put both points of view in the same parts, but I thought I 'd give it a go in this chapter, in another words you'll see a POV thingy.
Dark clouds formed over the sea, a low rumble emitted from the morbid sky, rain had not yet fallen but sparks of light came from the eye of the brewing storm.
Catrina awoke from her slumber in an odd position on the floor, as she raised her head, her face peeled from the floorboards like masking tape on a reel. Her hair was curly and zig-zaggy, and felt kinda sticky from drying naturally after being soaked with salt water. "Katie?" She had been left alone. Or had she, she stumbled up and wrenched open the door. She called half loudly down the corridor "Jack!"
"I'm leaving the room." She waited, her eyes left the door of Jack's room and wandered back up the corridor then she glanced into a room to see if he had appeared. "I'm escaping." Silence followed.
She then mumbled. "I'm naked." This time she sprung in different directions, doing a ninja type dance to check the hall. It was now apparent that he still wasn't onboard. She proceeded down the corridor, towards the main hall which would lead to the reception, to her surprise she came across no ghosts, not even a cold draft. It was a mystery to her where ghosts go to when they weren't hunting, do they wonder back to the realm of the afterlife, and cross back?
"Katie?"
Catrina was now level with the fish tank. "Francesca?".
It was muggy outside, the heat of the day was trapped beneath brownish clouds. Agoraphobia began to set in as she saw the watery horizon, it was creepy, on a sinking vessel in the middle of nowhere, no life boats, and the water was bloody cold. Her mother would probably love this, not to mention her father she thought, this would be their ideal second honeymoon. Catrina rest her head on folded arms and leant on the side. This is where she could have died, but she hadn't, or raped but she hadn't. She feared spending the start of her adult life here, no chance to make new acquaintances - living that is, or further education, she would be forgotten and referred to as another student who disappeared off the face of the earth, her friends probably thought she had gone bag packing in Europe.
'Have my parents told the law?' Wasn't there a search /rescue party out looking for her. Her mind came to her boyfriend, he was probably the most worried, the last time they had spoke was….crap she couldn't remember, she couldn't remember the last thing she had said to him. 'Was it something like ' call you tomorrow?' That tomorrow was weeks ago. The last few weeks she remembered of their relationship before the abduction were patchy, he was constantly working, and their conversations were short and non- existent, and when it seemed like it was over …there would be another outing together. Then when she would meet up with Emma, she would call him by the wrong name, which would kick up a fuss. He would either assume she hadn't told Emma about him, or she had been cheating on him.
Maybe this was a blessing, no more awkward chats with Robert, and she was saving money not going out with him, Emma wouldn't be embarrassing her, though she did find it kind of funny.
She felt a spot of rain on her nose, and stood up ready to go inside, she glanced about her and approached the door….Catrina froze, she had saw something, she brought her eye line to the horizon, there was a dark shape, she stumbled to the side. 'Good God.' She gasped in owe at the sight, a boat, could it be Jack's method of getting here and back, or …no….with the salvagers he's going to kill. Or her parents. She made a dash for the helm, Catrina sprinted along A deck, and up a flight of stairs, she banged through a set of doors. The smut covered windows didn't help, so she squeezed herself through the window she had used before, some of the frame gave way, and stumbled 10ft below. She regained her composure and pulled herself onto the roof. She lay down on the rust and watched the boat creep closer and closer to the eagerly awaiting ship…..the main thing is could they see the ship, was it hidden to the naked eye.
"Guys, I'm getting odd readings." Santos called down the com. Murphy approached from the rear.
"But we are no where near the same co-ordinates as last time."
"Perhaps he moved, it's a ship for christ sake."
Maureen and Dodge were tearing up the stairs, looking hopeful. "Is it, is it?" They said over each other.
"Well if it is it's moved a couple hundred miles, and it's changed shape." Murphy announced snatching up a clip board to take down the co-ordinates.
"At least it ain't night time." Greer turned the tug sharply.
"I don't see anything, it's just a clear horizon."
"It was like that the last time." Santos was now facing them.
Jack was sitting in a swivel chair in a helm of an old tug, there were 4 men with him, each had been appointed with there own tasks, they had no intention of getting to know him, he was there for merely guidance and insurance, well that's what they thought. He will strand them onto the ship, so they will have no choice but to fix it, then he will kill them, but in the end his quota will gain nothing, it would only be worth it if he braved having sex with the men. But it wasn't just about doing it, he had limitations, and that was getting a hard on for men, which would not come naturally, but by artificial means, Viagra. But he couldn't possibly enjoy himself, and neither will they. There has to be something to work with from the beginning, like primal urges, or lust, but these men seemed like women's men, booze and women, and they stunk of it too, plus cigarettes and fish.
Jack began his seasick routine, and began looking queasy and tired. One man who he believed was known as Carl noticed and commented. "You not gonna barf on me are yeh?" Jack smiled as pleasantly as he could.
"No just feeling the sway that's all, how long do you think it's going to take?"
"Well by your co-ordinates, 20 minutes." Jack wasn't surprised, but showed it.
The shape bobbed up and down in the waves, it was still a speck, Catrina squinted she couldn't make out any colours, or anything. 'You would think they would pick it up a notch.' She fidgeted on the roof, the rough rust pulled threads on her jumper, she could feel the metal beneath her slightly bending and she jumped up, and moved towards the edge where her window was located., she went through the window. As she set her foot down on the flooring, Katie whizzed through the wall. "Somebody's coming, somebody's coming!"
"I see it Katie, it's not going very fast, can you sense who it is?"
"I don't think it's Jack." Katie said emphasizing every word and watching for Catrina's reaction.
"But they're coming here, I could approach them immediately on arrival say I've been stranded for ages, nothing's on board…to stop them from snooping. " Katie nodded in agreement. "And ask them politely to give me a ride to shore, where I will make my way home. " Catrina finished out of breath.
"Salvagers don't usually assist without taking a look."
"Do you think they will want to explore the part that's sunk?"
"Yes, they will even probably fix the damn thing and claim it as their own before taking you to shore, because it's what salvagers do!"
"Damn Salvagers!" Catrina exclaimed, she paced and tried to see through the dirty glass. "Damn glass." She paced some more, she knew her parents use to do this sort of thing, hell they probably fixed this ship originally, and yet they weren't killed? Is this where the bargain came in, where she came in? Her parents wouldn't offer her in return for their lives, it's sheer cowardess. The little English girl had noticed Catrina's pacing had stopped, and her face had become hard.
"It could be your parents you know?"
Catrina's face softened. "Could be, but this is their fault in the first place."
"So would you rather it not be them, sweetie."
Catrina turned her back on Katie, she didn't know what to think, her life would have obviously been better off if her parents hadn't been salvagers, then again she probably wouldn't have been born, she knew her parents met through salvaging. A world without her wouldn't have been a total catastrophe she thought, she wouldn't have gone through the pressure of school, she wouldn't have had to stress over dragging herself to parties to make herself fit in, her friends would have probably found better friends that wouldn't have to talk each other into to going to gigs. Her Dad would have never caught her smoking pot, Robert would have probably gone out with Mandy, another mate who sat next to her on that couch at that house party. She wouldn't feel this constant weight or shadow over her, which had lingered over her entire childhood, and made a lot of sense now, then it would've done a year ago. Catrina hadn't realised that her face was streaming with tears, she placed her hands on her heated cheeks and felt the damp and quickly brushed it away with the sleeve of her jumper.
"What a horrible thing to think of?" Catrina mumbled, hoping Katie wouldn't pry, having Katie think she had lost it wouldn't make her feel worse, and incapable of defeating this.
She heard Katie speak quietly. "Don't you want to be rescued?"
Think. To be rescued by the people who put her in this mess, she would be expected to run to them and throw her arms around them thanking them, and to hear them say 'thank god you're alive', what would that mean exactly? Catrina tore her eyes away from the window, and spied Katie looking at her in an usual way. Crap. She had left her pause to long, and hadn't spoke aloud what she thought, now she is going to get the wrong idea. Crap. Just say something God. Crap. Anything.
"Of course I do."
"Oh right…it seemed li-"
"No, I was just thinking of who it could be." 'You didn't have to lie about that, you could have said the truth, damn you.' She smiled warmly at Katie before approaching. "If I am to be rescued, well." Katie tipped her head, Catrina couldn't help but grin at this action. "I'm going to miss you." Katie's ghostly cheeks bloated as she smiled, Catrina could almost see her own smile on the little girl's face. "And I must say, as an only child, I wouldn't know of what it must be like to have a sibling, but I imagine a little sis would be like you." Katie mouthed an 'Awww'.
"Dido." Katie replied. " Sappy but Dido." Catrina threw her head back and laughed. Katie couldn't help but laugh aswell, Catrina's was contagious.
Roger was hugging his wife. "You worried." He stroked the back of her head while rocking her.
"Kind of worried yes, but not tense." She pulled back and gave him a quizzical look. "You?"
"I should be but I'm not, at all." He stared passed her slightly ashamed. "Sorry but I want to be honest."
"The atmosphere is all wrong, we should know if we are nearly there, and I feel anxious but only because I don't feel we are any where near, there's no war today, and I'm not going to say anything…"-
Roger added. "Because you think you might be wrong." Maureen knew he knew and she herself to him again.
After about 5 minutes, Dodge broke the silence. "You know last night I was thinking of the little things, like did she get that job, and shes missed her first day of College, and did I turn the bathroom light of before I left the house." He felt his wife chuckle slightly.
"It's odd but just earlier I thought shes missed her first day of college, she's not going to be happy about that." She heard someone coming downstairs and twisted her husband around so she could look over his shoulder at who it was. Munder stopped at the sight before him.
"There's nothing there, we've been searching the water and we spotted a fishing boat, it seems we closer to land than we thought."
"Our radar must by on the fritz, we going to have the coast guard tracking us." Maureen sighed, the guns and explosives on board won't look good to law enforcers eyes. "Well we're salvagers we could easily convince them the explosives are used in our trade, the guns…."
"We have a license for two of them, but for the other 4, we're screwed." Dodge had broke away from Maureen and was heading for the crate of ammo. "Damn murderers walk around with these, and for the people that need them, they get taken away and we get a slap on the wrist." It angered him to be defenceless, the guns are nothing up against Jack, he knew it, but he didn't wish to be less of a weapon.
She used the wheel within the helm, to rest her chin on as she stared out of the window she had managed to clean. The boat was very close, 250 yards and wasn't showing any signs of slowing down.
When she began to hear it she stood up and approached the window, it didn't look familiar. She clattered her way to the door to get a better view of the boat, but avoided showing herself. No signs of life onboard, although they were probably inside the vessel. She couldn't get any closer to the railing for fear of being seen, the tug hummed along side of the Antonio Graza, and stopped completely. Catrina could hear the waves made sloshing on the side of the ship. She backed off into the helm, through the doors, down the stairway from where she came, and into the main hall, she did a little jump over some of the debris, and skidded to a halt in front of a tiny porthole, almost.
She had a good view of the boat, a man with a baseball cap had shown himself, and was attempting to throw a grapple hook onto the deck, the clatter could be heard throughout the whole boat. After several attempts the grapple hook hooked onto the railings, the rope pulled taught and she seen he climb up the rope, some more salvagers came out onboard, she had burst of confidence Catrina rushed to a port door, and opened it. She went outside. The man had already made it to the top and was walking towards the prow of the ship, away from her, she went in his direction, she slowed down when she noticed the grapple hook which was locked solid in position, and the rope attached was jolting. Catrina didn't know if she should greet the person coming up, but then decided to proceed to the prow. She looked to the front she spotted the door that lead to the main deck was open, and she could hear someone clattering about inside.
Catrina was at ease, and felt ready to get attention, she grumbled to clear her throat, then. "Hel-" She never finished her sentence because she felt a hand clamp around her mouth, and a sturdy arm wrap across her own arms. Total alarm went through her head, she hadn't been expecting that and she went stiff as board, she was weirdly aware of her heartbeat in her stomach and throat. Why would a salvager grab her like this, she didn't look that threatening did she? They were pulling her backwards, she snapped into defensive mode. "WHUT UR OO DOUN!" Which is all she heard through their hands.
"What am I doing? What are you doing?" She recognised Jack's drawling voice, well, what made it drawling was the volume he was speaking at. Catrina rolled her eyes.
"I knew I should have checked, it's not like I've trained you to stay put." The weight on her feet was gone as she was being lifted and pulled backwards, she was filled with disappointment and dread, she had been discovered by the wrong person, and going to be locked in her room/cell. "If you were seen I would have to kill them, you do realise, and the ship would surely sink, with you still on it."
-Jack's POV-5 minutes before
He observed the salvagers moving about doing each of there tasks, as his beloved wreck filled the window. Jack smiled with anticipation, more death, a fixed ship, and a not so happy Catrina, and he couldn't wait. These Salvagers were fools, they never read memos at the local bars 'Salvagers missing, boats disappear.' With one ruffle of his hair he stood up and watched Steel outside swinging a grapple hook. Sure it was cheap equipment, but what do you expect? Jack watched Steel make a third attempt, his patience was wearing thin, it would be easier for him to aim if he took that damn baseball cap off. After attempt five the hook locked into place, and Carl let out a "Yeeehaaa!" Which made him cringe, he let out a sigh knowing he wasn't going to have to kill them for sheer lack of skill with the grapple hook.
"Woaw that was a high throw." He forced out.
"Yes well it's not his first time." Carl jeered, giving Jack a little shove out of the helm and up onto the deck.
'You could have fooled me.'
Steel to his surprise had already shot up the rope, and had his hand on the railings of the Antonia Graza pulling himself up and over. Shit. Jack snatched the rope before, any of the other crew got the greedy little hands on it.
"Err…Jack wouldn't you want to wear some gloves, or wait till we get a zip cable and harness up for you." Jack answered them by speedily climbing up, and reaching the deck in record time, he glanced down, and smirked down at their baffled faces. He swiftly found Catrina walking around the front and disappearing, he let out grunt of displeasure, and with haste walked in the direction of the prow. He felt a pang in his chest as he got a whiff of rose scented soap, and as he reached the bend, Catrina had by then had come to a halt and was staring at the door. 'Aaaa she's chickened out, having second thoughts.' Jack found himself shuffling forward towards her silently, he was right behind her, so close he could smell and feel her hair tickling his face. He heard her take a breathe and he didn't have to act quickly, he was quick, he brought his hand over her soft lips.
Jack was frog marching her to her room, he squeezed her shoulders maliciously as they reached the open doorway, with a final shove she was in her room. "Now you be good now." he said waging his finger, a lopsided grin slipped onto his face as he slowly closed the door, just before it clicked shut, through the slit, he saw Catrina fall back onto her mattress.
Damn him to hell she thought, she clucked her tongue, 'He's probably soundproofed the room.' The door was indeed locked, and firmly.
Jack walked towards the main hall straight into the salvagers having their meeting.
"Hey Jack you looked around already, and without our say." Steel seem to emphasize every word, with everyone else nodding in agreement.
Jack bubbled under the surface. "I didn't look everywhere just the deck, and that hallway, no big deal." He could feel the weight of his pen knife in his coat pocket, just in case he got irritable.
"Well next time inform us, we're supposed to be a team." He turned toward his crew. "Right Kaminski you go with Carl to the-"
Jack immediately intervened. "Why don't explore the ship as one, no need to scatter."
"We don't want to put our weight in one area of the ship, and we'll get stuff done quicker." "Common sense Jack."
Jack nodded in his absent minded way, and turned his back on the group and pretended to look around the great hall. He couldn't let go that Catrina was only a few yards away. She wasn't very trusting, and yet now she is behaving, now she knows her place, that wasn't normal.
In that moment in time he wished he had an additional power of X-Ray vision, to see what she was currently up to behind the walls, it could be useful for other things aswell. One power he did have was aura sensing, but underwear never seems to show up on auras. He was snagged out of thought by the sight of clicking fingers inches from his face. "Earth the Jack, let's get going". He kept his face as neutral as possible before cracking a fake timid smile.
"Okey Dokey." The words seemed to drop down from the greatest depth of his mind and fall out of his mouth, he shuddered. "You will be the first to die." He muttered as the guy walked past him.
"What was that?"
"Erm….I said, I could do with some pie."
She rattled the door handle, clutching it with both hands, and grunted as it didn't twist. "JACK!"
Nothing.
"JAAAAAAACK!" She wasn't just yelling for Jack, but for the whole boat, surely someone would hear something and suspect. "ANYONE, JACK'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" Her mouth was running away with her, her mind was blanking out the consequences. "HE'S GOING TO KILL MORE AFTER YOU, HE LIKES IT, HE FUCKING LIKES IT!"
She followed that with silence so she could listen, she pressed her ear against the door, then she lay on her stomach and listened to the floor. It was like the ship was completely empty. But she knew it was it was now crawling with life, and lingering death.