Castaways

24::Hannah Baby

You thought the plot was hitting the resolution? Think again!

HAHAHAJ EVIL LAUGH

November 3 7:55 PM

When I woke up my head was pounding. Throbbing, would be a better word. I felt like someone was repeatedly pounding on it with the end of a hammer. I groaned, adjusting my body. A blanket was tightly tucked around me, making it hard to move around. My senses seemed to be working faster than my brain was, because I was able to picture where I was.

A bed, my head resting nicely on a pillow. The room was warm, contrasting with the freezing cold outside. I knew we were on a boat from the slight rocking, and before I knew it, I leaned over and threw up. It was thicker than the usual, so I knew it was blood.

That can't be good.

After a coughing fit I calmed myself down, biting on my lip from the pain of my head.

"Someone get her an aspirin. And water. And food. I want her back to health within the next few days." A voice said right next to me. "And while your at it, I need a new pair of shoes..."

I opened my eyes, briefly blinded by the dim lights before I focused in on a man. It was the same guy from the boat. What was his name? Horton? Harry?

"Good to see you awake. You took quite a hit today on that boat. My man claimed you were struggling and fought free, resulting in face planting. What do I think? He's just a weak person." The man said.

He had dark hair, similar to mine, only it was going gray. He had a long scar on his left cheek that ran from his eyebrow to his jaw. Other than that, he looked like a genuinely nice guy.

"Sure, Henry." A voice called out before steps were heard.

Ah, Henry.

"As you've probably guessed, my name is Henry." He said, slipping his shoes off. When I threw up, I vomitted on his shoes. Ha!

"Where are my friends?" I asked, sitting up. I realized I was wearing new clothes, and bile rose in my throat.

"I had our nurse change you into clean clothes. She's a bit bigger than you, but her clothes will do."

I nodded. "My friends?"

"They're being bandaged up. Seems like you three took a serious beating? If you don't mind by me asking, what happened?"

I grunted. "I want to see my friends."

He nodded. "I would gladly take you to them, but you're to stay in bed till you're healthy. You nearly died of a fever and fatigue."

"I...well-" I stuttered. "Aren't you pirates?"

"So?" He asked me, slipping on a new pair of dark leather shoes.

"You dress classy and I'm still alive." I pointed out, "Not exactly a pirates way of life."

"And you know what a pirates way of life is?" He asked me, a small smile on his face.

"Well, my mom told me that her father was kidnapped by pirates one time when he was sailing. he barely managed to escape, but he did. And the things the pirates did to him were horrid." I said, recalling my grandfather.

"Well, everyone is different." He said, standing up. "Get some rest. We will talk when you aren't a threat to my shoes."

I snorted.