The History Divided

Chapter 3:

The wind blew harshly against my dress. I held my hat for dear life. My suitcase sat by my feet. I looked out into the harsh waters. Growing up, my uncle told me the earth was a flat terrain. My uncle let his stupidity get the best of him and told everyone the earth was flat. My father always told me that wasn't true. Of course he knew. My father was a good historian.

When I saw the dock come into view, I nearly yelled at the relief. I've been on this boat for to long. I grabbed my suitcase and waited.

"Where are you from, ma'am?" Someone asked behind me. I turned and saw a fine looking gentlemen. He wore a black suit with a white, linen shirt. A pocket watch hung from his pockets and his hair was nicely combed to the side. His eyes were a very dark brown and he had dark hair.

"I'm from Alabama, sir," I replied. He nodded and looked over at the emerging dock.

"And what brings you all the way out here?" He asked. I hadn't noticed his British accent.

"I am here to see one of my fathers colleagues. Colin Fersworth, if I remember correctly," I replied.

He smiled. "What brings you out here to see my father?"

"Your his son?"

He nodded slowly. "Jev Fersworth, pleasure to meet you," he said.

Kealiygh Robinson," I replied shaking his outstretched hand. He tensed.

"Any relation to Gregory Robinson?"

"Yes. He was my father."

"Oh my. Ms. Robinson, you shouldn't have come."

"And why is that?"

"Because they'll murder you as well."

Before I could ask who, a shot was fired. Something.flew past my shoulder, grazing the skin.

"Duck!" Yelled Jev.

I did as he asked and ducked. The other passengers were screaming and running around. More were fired. I've come to a conclusion that those were for me. Before I could do anything, the journal took me back.

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I laid on dirt and dry leaves. My dress was torn and stained with a red substance. Blood. I looked around and saw a body crumpled, a few feet from me. He wore a navy suit with a rifle on his back. His matching hat was by his head. I looked at the mans face and recognized it rather quickly.

It was Jev.

I shook my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I looked behind me and saw my house on fire.

"Linda!" I cried out. My beloved maid was on her knees. A man raised his pistol and shot her in the head. I stared, horrified.

"All right! Now let's go back home! Before we have a repeat of Gettysburg!" Someone yelled.

"Your still alive, I see."

I turned my head to see behind me. A young man stood there, holding a rifle.

"That won't do," he mumbled. And a shot was fired.

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My head came back to reality. What just happened? Did I glimpse at a scene that was yet to happen? I noticed that the ferri docked.

Someone grabbed my arm. It was Jev.

"Come on. Let's go."

I got up and we both ran. I turned to see the man who fired the shots. He laid on the floor, but had a sly smile plastered on his face.

"Let's go see my father," Jev mumbled. I nodded.

"Let's."

Whatever my father got himself into was clearly dangerous. Hopefully I get to the bottom of this. And Mr. Colin Fersworth was the man to help me.

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Dun dun dun! Did Kealiygh see her death? Oh snap! Keep reading guys!