Shipwrecked on Red-Indian Land

Chapter 3

Recap-

"John? Jonny? Johnikins? Can you hear me? Please wake up. Remember we are going to get married in the spring? Remember I am going to have three boys that look just like you? Remember our almost completed farmhouse down yonder by the sea?"

No answer.

"John?"

"Rizpah?" His voice was barely audible. I leaned in closer so I could make out what he was going to say next. "I love you, Rizpah."

Then silence.

The silence was so loud, it was deafening. She rose her head a little to look into the eyes of her handsome beau. His eyes had a faraway look in them. Almost as if he was staring at someone behind me.

No. She knew that look. Working as a volunteer nurse, she had seen that look many a time not to be able to recognize it. It cant be. No way was it possible. No! Nooo!

She couldnt hold in the grief any longer. She let out a screeching wail that would have put a banshee to shame. She screamed, knowing that she had lost, not just her love, but her heart.

Never again will I let myself be mocked by the laws of nature...

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CHAPTER 3

The gentle swaying of the ship was making her dizzy. She decided to lie down a little since it was still an hour to dinner. She'll wake up in time to go grab a bite to eat.

She awoke suddenly to the increasingly loud growling of my stomach. She looked out her window. DEAR HEAVEN! What time is it? She snatched the little time piece of her bedside table and stared at the offending piece of equipment. 9:45?! How did it get so late?

As if on queue, her stomach growled again, louder this time. Drat! Everyone had heard a lot about Carlos the cook. She had seen him once. He was a huge, beefy, giant of a man with lots of hair everywhere with a voice like thunder. His favorite words were "You come late, you go hungry!" And boy did he keep his words.

But I'm a lady, and that's got to count for something, right?

It had better! Ooh, yes, nothing some lip stick and female charm won't handle.

The door to the kitchen was ajar. She pushed it open and walked in with trepidation. Carlos was bending over the fireplace.

Is that his buttcrack?! An annoying voice in my head asked "No, of course not. It's just a bookshelf with a missing book. Shut up, invisible me!

Wait. What? Back to the mission!

"Hello, Carlos" she said, mustering up the saddest face I could.

"Lady Valerian, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence gracing my kitchen?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. It was pretty obvious that he didn't like her one bit and was mad that she was in his personal place. 

Hey, what did I do? And how did he know my name?

Seeing the questioning look in her eyes, he added hesitantly, "It's hard not to notice someone with almost white hair... You stand out." He turned back to the stove.

Not sure if that was a complement, she went on ahead. " Well, I had the most splitting of headaches earlier, So I decided to take a nap, only to wake up and it was way past dinner time" she said.

Way to state the obvious, genius,

He just stood there looking at her. His steady, piercing gaze was starting to make her squirm.

What were you thinking coming here to ask the bull for food when you know he doesn't go back on his word? Quick, do something!

It's puppy-dog-eyes time.

She let myself think of all she had lost for a second as she looked into the cold steel eyes of Carlos. She could see him melt a bit, but not enough.

"You come late, you go hungry!" he barked.

Oh, for the love of all things made of chocolate.

She let myself think of her family again, but longer this time. She could see Jonny lying in the sand with blood everywhere. She felt the tears coming.

Curse you, stupid tear ducts. I said sad, not pathetic cry baby.

But that did the trick. Next thing she knew, Carlos turns and returns with half a loaf of freshly baked bread and some cheese.

Now that's more like it! Men. Such suckers!

She grabbed her dinner, leaned over and kissed Carlos on the cheek.

That was totally unexpected, because Carlos looked at her, not with disdain this time, but with suspicion.

"I don't give people second chances to eat their meals. Don't let it happen again" Carlos said and turned abruptly back to face the stove.

OK. his voice is.... well, I could get used to hearing him speak.

"Thank you, Carlos." she answered him before turning around and walking back to her cabin.

Whew! mission accomplished.

Sitting on her bed, she began to munch on her bread. It was delicious. 

She suddenly felt heavy and drowsy. Yup, definitely the best bread ever.

So what next? Oh yes, sleep.

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What do you think? This is actually a filler chapter before the shipwreck that is going to happen in the next chapter. ps. this is not edited, so ignore the mistakes.  :) And don't worry, I promise to make the next chapter longer.

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