The Shores of God, Traitors Gold

Chapter Four

I sat in silence to afraid to make even the slightest of noise. The room that I sat in was void, I couldn't hear a thing. The light in the room was quite dim but from what I could see it looked small and undecorated, probably not the main quarters.

I was very unsure of what to do. The captain and his wife didn't seem to be upset when I told them why I was on their ship they also didn't say what they were going to do with me, but what worried me the most was that my parents probably had no idea what had happened to me. I could be dead for all they knew, my mother was most likely crying and my father was probably in a fit of wrage. But it wasn't going to help me any to think about that so I decided to think about other things such as...

Mr. Carls. I could now safely think about Alexander Carls, why was he so rude to the captain and what were they arguing about? Why did the captain of this ship seem to think that Carls wasn't being smart? Where was this ship even going? I was under the impression that Mr. Carls was transporting my father belongings (treasures) to a private bank in London. Carls had said that he worked for this particular bank and would see to it that our things safely reached there destination. So why did he send our things on this ship, especially if he disliked the captain? These were all questions that I needed answered. I supposed that I was just going to have to ask, later.

Later? How much time did I have until later? Would they be coming back for me soon? Or was I to wait here in the dark all alone?

"Ahh." My head began to ache again and all my questioning was forgotten. I gently placed my fingertips to my head and winced as I felt a sharp pain along with a protruding bump.

If I wasn't the most foolish, and regretful girl in the world I would be very surprised. But all things considered it could be a lot worse. I guess that God really does protect us, even if it is from ourselves.

I felt my head one last time, suddenly feeling very sleepy. I told myself to stay awake but it felt so good to close my eyes and relax my body. I allowed myself to lay down on the bed, which I had been sitting on, and soon drifted off to what seemed like sleep, but I couldn't be certain...

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I shot straight up and looked around I was still alone in the dark room. As the blood rushed to my head the pain increased I pinched my forehead between my fingers and sighed, "oh Lord please help me."

Nock, nock. My body tensed as I heard the sound my only reaction was to stare. The door opened and the woman stepped inside. She was carrying a large cup and smiled kindly.

"Would you like something to drink? How is your head?" She offered the cup to me, which I took.

"Thank you." I said in a shaky voice. I took a small sip out of the cup, checking to make sure that it was just water, then downed the whole thing once I was sure that it was. The woman watched me with a very patient expression then took the cup once I was finished.

"How is your head?" She asked again.

"It hurts." I answered shortly. She nodded.

"Is there a bump?"

"Yes."

"May I?" She asked reaching her hand towards my forehead. I nodded and allowed her to gently caress my skull. "Yes I can feel it. Do you feel sick at all?"

"No."

"Did you sleep?" Her eyes were filled with kindness and her voice was soft like that of a new mothers. I felt strangely comfortable with her, maybe it was her motherly presents.

"Yes I did," I answered. "but I am not quite sure how long." She nodded again, still smiling just as sweetly as before.

"Are you hungry? If so you may join my family and I for supper." She asked.