“Stop! Stop...” I shout at first, only to whisper it a second time to a now silent crowd. Slowly walking towards the front of the decks, I am careful not to trip on anything else as the silence rings in my ears.
They all turn to me, staring in curiosity. Putting on my bravest face I meet their stares with glares of my own, turning to each of the crowd, until I meet the eyes of Dove. I smile at him, genuinely, but instead of smiling back he takes the moment to frown. That was when everything became real, when I switched sides and decided for sure I would never trust a man again in my life. Men break hearts and my heart was not there to be broken. I was a human being, independent and I did not need the comfort of friends and family to help me. Friends and family disappoint and hurt and break. What is it worth loving if love always comes to an end?
All my thoughts are cut short at the sight of the woman I was about to rescue. She didn’t look up, not even know, but I could see the smile in her eyebrows.. She could still smile through all of this. Was I doing the wrong thing? Was I making a mistake?
I touched the rope squeezing her pale white skin and whispered a don’t worry in her ears. She looked older than me. But not too much older than me. But there was a white hair and two in her mousey locks. This shocked me. How could she be so young, look so young and have grey hairs.
I would save her. Devising a mental plan as quickly as possible, I reviewed my thought processing. I was to give my most prized possession, my jade pin, and half of my gold in exchange for the buying of this woman. She would eat from my plate and sleep in my rooms and no one would harm her. It pained me to think of loosing the only possession that reminded me of the inn, but it must be done. I could not give the other half of the gold for it was need for the stay at faeccam (before I was able to make my own living) and owned nothing else of importance. Putting on the strongest voice my quivering body could manage,
“Dov.. Mr Arswell, I will take this robber, she will dine in my rooms, she will eat of my plate and I will take care of her,”
“She has caused a lot of trouble prestige madam. Under the act 1 of the Harsew laws, she is to be trialled and punished if found guilty of theft. And she has done just that. These sort of scum on earth don’t deserve to live, they don’t deserve to breathe where good people live,”
“I will pay. Pay for her bail, lets say..”
He leaned forward, looking considerably more interested.
“You will need to pay a hefty sum in compensation.” This time he laughed but I did not laugh back.
“24 gold coins.” He waved his arms looking particularly bored, “And a jade pin from the great emperor of Ganswut,”
The woman would still not speak. I had given her some of my clothes and called a surprised Leila over to bring some food from the kitchens. Yet she would not speak, no matter how much I pleaded to know her name or her age.
“Please, I saved you. At least drink some water.”
I was almost taken aback by the sound of a hoarse but tonal voice, “You saved me? I was doing fine myself.”
My blood lit as the sound of such ungratefulness hit me, “Yes you were doing pretty fine for yourself... It would not hurt you to say thanks.” I stared straight into a pair of widening brown eyes.
“Thanks then! THANKS. Are you happy? Are you happy? You ruined everything. Can you not see, I wanted them to kill me. I wanted to die. I NEEDED to die,”
“OH BECAUSE YOU’RE THE ROBBER? You are so terrible you want yourself to die.”
Just as the words slipped out of my mouth, I immediately regretted it. I turned to face the wall and rested the weight of my heaving head on my arms, breathing heavily for no apparent reason.
A few minutes passed like this with the voice of my conscience and the sound of us both breathing.
And then a few hours followed the same. Just simple silence. I was a fool for trying to act like God. But does a God or Gods exist. Uncle told me of God. That before the magic folk was discovered crawling in the next world, people believed in a higher being. Someone all powerful and all living and all knowledgeable. Someone to rely on. But like everything, people lost faith in a being that did not tell them of the knowledge of creating something so deadly and magical.
I don’t know if I believe in God. I understand why people choose to hope for a better life than what they own now, and I understand why people choose to live their life without the shadows and chance of a life better than now. But I don’t understand where I stand. Like a lot of subjects, I can argue the hell out of a side and the other, but I have no opinion on either.
As always my thoughts stray away from what I tell them to do. It is a weird concept. Every word links to another. Every thought, to me, is parallel to a thought a stranger would find rather random. Like how the sea, the blue, is what I think of when I am told of love. The mind makes connections everywhere, but the question is, do they reflect the truth?
Leila rushes into the room a mountain of quilts and pillows hiding her thin frame.
“Leave them at the..” I wave towards the dressing table, secretly hoping the girl will stay to push away the silence.
“Madams,” She curtseys’ towards the two of us at which point I expect her to let out a bundle of laughs and jokes. She does not. If there is one thing I have learnt in my 2 week stay here, it is that Leila does not curtsey. Unless... I tilt my head at an angle at which I can see outside the room and there stands the one and only.
“How are you two ladies getting along?” laughed Dove as if he was not about to throw one of the ‘ladies’ off the plank a mere hour back. This man was getting lower and lower in my books. I was foolish to even bother to talk to him.
“Very well, thank you.” I said as politely as I could possibly lie. As much as I now hated this man, he was still very capable of throwing me off this wretched ship. I can’t swim.
And just like we were the best of friends, he made himself comfortable right next to the glaring woman.
“I love your change in expression! You are learning very well,” he mocked.
I felt as if I must speak for her, as she was obviously not going to speak for herself,
“I must ask you to leave.” I said pushing my figure up to make I feel a whole lot taller than I actually was.
“I own this room and this bed and this wardrobe and this dresser. Be careful of what you say,” replied Dove with a glint in his eyes.
“Leave,” I stamped my foot in frustration.
“Fine. I will leave for it is the respectable thing to do,” His lips brushed past my ear as he whispered; “We could have been perfect. You and me. I could have made your nothing into something. We could have been everything.”
A wave of nausea hit me. Did this man actually believe that we had a chance? I would have never stuck with him if I knew he would have been such a...
I made a show of scowling at him as I closed the door and pushed the rusted lock and rested my weight against the frame. Leila came up to me and put her head on my shoulder but by default I pushed her off. “Sorry,” I whispered as she nodded but stayed put next to me. The woman had fallen asleep and as much as I would like the bed, I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up. People say that you look younger in your sleep. No. The woman looked a whole lot older with her eyebrows furrowed and evidently stressed. I wanted to know why she had those grey hairs, I wanted to know her story. The curiousity was killing me. But I couldn’t, not right now. The time was not right.
So we set the sheets on the rugged part of the floor and I let Leila snuggle in at a reasonable distance. “Talk to me...” I whispered, looking up to the ceiling.
“What about,” she was not capable of whispering so I put a finger to my lips and shrugged at which point she did an exaggerated nod. I tried not to laugh at the sight of the red head in turn mimicking each of the passengers and staff, but her expressions were gold. When she acted out a man with a cane and a stiff and rich posture, I was surprised to hear that it was Dove and spent the rest of the night reminded of a man whom I didn’t really know.
UGH DOVE. I REALLY NEED TO DEVELOP THAT. AND STOPPPPP WITH THE DAMNED HINTS. YOU KEEP HINTING DON’T YOU. PLUS STOP MUWAHAH PLOT TWIST IS COMING. I HAVE SUCH ELABORATE BACK STORIES, THE ONLY THING I DO RIGHT. OK
STILL NOT SURE ABOUT THE VOICE. I KEEP CHANGING IT FROM STORYTELLER TO MODERNISH. I THINK THE PLOT IS GOING WELL, THOUGH I WOULD LIKE TO ADD A BIT MORE TO THIS SCENE ESPECIALLY THE DESCRIPTION. I THINK I AM RUNNING OUT OF WORDS TO USE. OKKK. SORRY ABOUT THE REPETITION FUTURE ME. AND TRY NOT TO CRINGE. I KNOW IT IS TERRIBLE FUTURE ME BUT YOU CAN WORK ON IT!