Hi to all! Thanks to the old follower and the new for reading my daughters previous writing on her book, but we still have not received any comments if she should be writing the story further or if it is worth the while reading. My first blog on this had been posted on the 22nd August 2014 and here is the follow up on the story:
The Voyage
They arrived just in time for the ship’s departure. It turned out that they were just waiting for them. “After all, one cannot leave your highest paying passengers behind,” as the captain himself stated. As they boarded the ship and showed their rooms, she realised that her uncle had also joined them with her two cousins – Jason the eldest and Eric, the youngest. Two obnoxious jerks. All they ever did was treat her like dirt. She just took a deep breath and told herself that she must make the best of the situation. That there are bigger forces out there, who will look out for her.
After they set sail, the day flew past fast and daylight soon turned to darkness. They were making progress fast. Everyone was relaxing except for Alexis. She was standing on the deck, watching the waves of the sea crash against the ship. All was calm until suddenly she heard an alarming scream, “We are under attack!”
The calm environment changed to one of chaos. Thousands of feet were moving over and about, arming themselves and taking passengers to safety, all of them but Alexis. They left her alone, her body frozen to the spot, to fend for herself. Deep inside she knew that if she does not hide, she could pay dearly with her life. However, she just could not move her body did not want to respond to her attempts, no matter how hard she tried.
She could hear cannons firing; feel the vibrations caused by them. The seamen were fighting right in front of her while her heart hammered in her chest, but her body still did not want to respond, not even when two wild looking men grabbed her. She barely succeeded in following them, causing them to drag her up to their ship. Visions of lifeless bodies torment her all the way which she just vaguely recognised. Everything happened in slow motion, making it all feel surreal.
The enemy ship looked like it sailed out of a horror movie, not a speck of colour was in sight, it was dark and morbid. The wood coloured like charcoal and the sails pitch black, a place of pure evil and malice.
As they put her down in front of their captain, a chill ran through her body, awakening a spur of life in her too. It was that little spark it took to ignite her will to live and encourage her to fight. At the same time, just one look at the Captain’s face woke up a deep fear in her. His eyes were a dark void, but as he looked at her weak on her knees in front of him, a fire lit up in them. It looked like he wanted to devour her on the spot. This made the hairs on her body stand up and her eyes turn cold and hard.
“Well, well what do we have here? You’re a nice looking girl, I must say. You would probably look better with less clothes on and that golden hair let down, but that could be organised.” All she did was look at him; she could not find any words to say to him. Although there was no need for words as, the look in her eyes spoke volumes, conveying exactly what she thought of him and his ideas. “He can go to hell!”
“Hey, girl! Don’t you know how to speak?” before he could throw anymore-crude comments her way, one of his crew members interrupted him. “Sorry to bother you Captain! What must we do with the older woman we captured?” “Oh, yes! I almost forgot about her, this one had me a bit preoccupied. Tie that old hag up in my cabin we will trade her tomorrow. As for this little doll, tie her up on the deck, maybe that will loosen her tongue.” “Alright Captain, but if you do not mind me saying something else.” The Captain just grunted in response, “What is it Howard? I do not have time for your chit chat.” “Well, I think this girl can’t talk at all,” he stammered, “Through the whole fight she didn’t make a peep.” “Well, thanks for that bit of info, then beat her up a bit too. That ought to make her talk.” “Yes, Captain!”
After that she was led away, dreading what they had planned for her with each step she took but vowing to herself that no matter how much pain they inflict that she would not utter a word, not even as much as a murmur. They tied her up, her hands and feet shackled tightly. The rope eating through her flesh already, blood seeping from the wounds. She still did not cry, but stared out in front of her.
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Suddenly she awoke by the captain’s harsh footsteps heading her way. Time was a mystery to her, all the days spent tied up blended. It all was just one big blur of events, consisting mostly of pain and drifting in an out of consciousness as the sun baked her sensitive skin and the cold wind bit at her exposed flesh. Wakened every time being whipped by the Captain, taunted and used in every way that he pleased. However, through every bit of torture and humiliation she still did not utter any sound.
The pain was devouring her, hunger and thirst slowly killing her. There was nothing more she wanted to do than beg him for mercy, but deep inside she knew that it was not worth it. She would rather die than do the filthy Captain’s bidding willingly.
“Well girl, you’d be happy to hear that you’re not getting your whipping today. I’ve gotten tired of your silence. You must look your best, we’re nearing a tribe with whom we do business often and hope they will take you off our hands for supplies. Otherwise, your life is going to come to an end soon.” With the news delivered, he left her hanging there to ponder what he said.
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