Storm and Silence (FANFIC)

15. False Hopes and Ending Up Imprisoned

I didn't hear him shout from below. I didn't hear him come up the ladder. And I did not hear him call out my name.

I heard nothing.

I was lost. Lost in the vast blue sea and sky. Lost track of time. Lost every fear and worry that had come over me in the past few weeks. Lost it all.

So I wasn't aware of him shaking me, glaring at me with his cold eyes that were the only parts of him that showed emotion. I wasn't aware of him trying to pry me away from the mast, succeeding and then, in some way or another, dragging me down the ladder, into the ship, down the stairs, across the blue carpeted floor, into a hallway, down more stairs, into a little parlour, entering a narrow corridor, through one of the doors and onto a bed. He didn't follow. Oh no. As soon as he got me into the room, he shut the door and I possibly could have heard a vague click. I could have been mistaken, surely.

But like I said, I was lost.

And he left me in my state, not bothering to help me, just bothering to keep me out of his way. I should have known. I should have known that it would all come down to this at some point.

"I should not have come." I heard myself say and then there was a thump. The image of the sky and sea would not leave me. It almost seemed to be calling out to me. And I wanted to go after it. But I was locked in.

I wasn't exactly drunk. Just... The calming sensation I received from staring at the sea and sky made me feel and act as if I were.

Within minutes though, I passed out.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. There had been only one window in my room. Just one, and from looking out from it, I gathered nothing. Simply the sea, sky and sun. That was all.

I turned away from the window and sauntered over to the door. I tried the knob. Locked. What the..? Why was the door locked? And from the outside especially? He was behind it, wasn't he?

My stomach grumbled and I had a feeling that I hadn't eaten in hours. "Great. Just great." I said, sitting on the bed. "I can't believe this is happening... Again!" Indeed, this had happened before. The first time though, I was in jail. Only for a day admittedly, but locked up nonetheless.

Did the man have nothing better to do than lock me up? I lay down and stared up at the ceiling. So far, this trip wasn't as exciting as I had hoped it would be.

"Ha. Mr. Perfect-rich-and-emotionless doesn't do exciting." I muttered to myself before facing the wall and staring at that.

That's all I did. I didn't have any books. I wasn't let out of the room. I was starving and all I did was stare at the wall and tell it my angry thoughts. I was so consumed in it, that I didn't hear him unlock the door, open it and enter, all doing it so silently.

"Bastard! Asking me to dawdle with him somewhere, and what do I do? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! It's like he does it on purpose!"

"There is the possibility that I do things like this on purpose. But I'm not telling you the truth." I whirled around, as I had moved from laying to sitting and I glared at him. I glanced at the open door, acknowledged him yes, but didn't do a thing about it. Instead I got up, stretched for two seconds before leaving the room.

I made my way back to the kitchen and the chef was nowhere in sight. I sighed, and then took a seat on the floor, underneath the door and waited, stomach growling. Only a couple minutes later did he show up, and I got up from where I was and spoke. "Hello." was all I said, but it was enough to scare him and make him drop all that he held.

"Oh! H-hello sir. How may I help you?" He stuttered upon seeing me.

"What's to eat?"

"Erm, well I have plans to make soup, sandwiches, cake, tea, among other things. What would you like?"