Lost In Time

Chapter 6

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Home sweet home

~~~~~~~~~~Kiara's POV~~~~~~~~~~

Instantly, my eyes were blinded in the deathly bright sun, suddenly jolting up I stared back at all the eyes glaring at me.

I wasn't in the small dark cupboard anymore, but in the middle of the deck the crew mates reflecting my confusion perfectly. One spoke softly lowering down to my level, I unconsciously flinched at his attempt to reassure me.

"Are you alright miss?" He asked, glancing down at my bruises and blooded form.

"I'm fine, where am I," I spoke quietly stumbling as I stood.

"In the middle of the sea on route to the US."

Great, if these dudes want me dead there's no escaping from in the middle of the ocean, the crew surrounded me like an inescapable box. My voice was coarse from the lack of water, my legs ready to give way from the constant running and hiding.

"Oh get to work you lot, stop bombarding this poor girl," A loud woman's voice broke the barrier and engulfed me in a hug pulling me away from the crowd.

"This ship won't move itself now move!" she yelled back at them, pulling me into the main ship as the men dispersed.

We walked a little bit until we ended up in a kitchen; knifes and dishes were left on the cluttered counter top, the warming smell of a freshly cooked stew and bread filled the stale air. I was placed down on a wooden chair opposite a small table and another chair.

The woman had large black bouncy curls, a larger build complemented her strict adherence. Although she seemed to be more than just a bossy cook (I'm assuming that she's the ships cook, she is wearing a fashionable apron).

She had walked off to grab a damp cloth and now was headed back to me. Roughly grabbing my arm she wiped off the dried blood, squeezing rag into a bucked a mix of red and brown dirt.

"My what have you been doing," she muttered to herself. 

"You don't want to know," I replied, slowly wincing in pain slightly.

"Seriously, I'm intrigued, you must have sowed away when we stopped at the last Russian port and we all hear about the rumors of what goes on in there."

I looked away not really knowing how to explain myself, just simply humming in response.

"I mean, I heard a commotion outside and coming out to see you laying on the floor, them lot must have carried you out you must have been in on board for quite a while," she explained.

" I don't really remember what happened just that I needed to get away, " I quietly responded hoping not to alert the people who captured me previously back to my location.

"Some dangerous business you must be in, don't worry while your on here your safe, non of us are Russians," the woman reassured me.

" I mean these men are pigs don't get me wrong, being away from their wife's for months does that to them, " she winked sarcastically, although I felt a subtle warning in that.

"I can handle pigs just fine," I looked up to her stern face watching as a smile rested on the usually straight face, judging by the aged wrinkles she doesn't smile a lot.

"Judging from your current state I assume you can, " she chuckled in response.

A moment of silence filled the room as she finished cleaning my main wounds emptying the dirty water in the nearby sink. I ran my fingers through my knotty hair, using the remaining of the water on my hands to try to comb through the matted bird nest.