The Poison Rose

Cuatro

Drama starts! Action!

 

Only when we reached a door I got the courage to say something.

“I phan waak oo knoo…” I looked him in the eye.

His face was serious. He blinked, and then dropped me.

I let out an ‘oof!’

“Do it then.” He glared down at me, his right eyebrow hitched.

I rolled my eyes and groaned, nodding my head in the direction of my feet.

He stared at me for a second before tilting his head back a little once again and mumbling something along the lines of ‘Smart one…’

He knelt down and pulled something out of a satchel.

It glimmered in the setting sun.

A knife.

I got scared for a minute, that I had been too courageous. That I wasn’t supposed to mess with a…pirate...

His jaw was tight and he lowered it to my feet, eyes never leaving mine, and cut the rope in one swift movement.

That must be one sharp knife.

I wiggled my feet and our eyes never left each others as her raised it to my hands.

As soon as my hands were free I stood up and untied the rope along my mouth, spitting and wiping my tongue on my shirt when I got it out.

“Ew! Nasty stuff!” I said shaking my head.

When I heard laughing, I turned and glared.

The laughing came from a woman.

Probably in her early thirties, and she had laugh lines on her face.

Her hair was pulling up in a high pony tail and her ears had at least ten peircings in each ear.

Kind of like me, only I had gauges, a ring in my left eyebrow, and a nose stud.

Her body was adorned in a blue, over one shoulder blouse. And a pair of cut off jeans. She had on a vest and a loose belt with dohangies like Mister Meany over there.

“You are funny. Me gusto!” she said when she reached me, her English wasn’t as good as the man behind me, but I could understand her.

“Uh…Thanks…?”

“Ha-ha! No querida problema! No problem!” She grabbed both of my hands and smiled, “My name is Lana!”