Hate, With Passion (Editing)

Chapter ~ Eleven: Danger, with Working

Okay guys i Know i know i havnt uploaded in like  . . .  forever shoot me if you wish but i have a good reason  . . .  i think! i had exams in january and well that comes first before my story im sad to say.

:) Anyway so to make it up to u guys i wrote this chapter that is probably my longest EVER!!!!! hope you enjoy it (P.S. i wrote a new story i would like you guys to check out, its only has two parts so far)

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Here is CHAPTER ELEVEN 

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My fingers were shrivelled up like prunes and sweat was dotted around my forehead. My long hair kept falling into my face so I resulted in tucking it into my shirt, making my back itchy. How did I steep as low as I am now? What am I being punished for? I stared at the huge pot I have been scrubbing for a while, gazing at my reflection to find the answers.

Nothing ... this was not my fault it was His! Christof’s fault, what had I ever done to him? Besides locking him up in Prison and kicking him, and insulting him. I frowned, maybe this was my fault, I did not know how but maybe if I was not harsh on him then this ... problem would have never occurred.

I shook my head, no that is exactly what he wants you to feel, make you lose hope, destroy yourself from the inside out. Christof what does he want with me? Why am I here?

I began scrubbing viciously at the metal pot. My anger was seeping through my fingers into the strange, wired dish brush. Did pirates ever clean their own dishes, apparently not, especially with this huge pile I was given this morning.

I argued with Christof that I do not do slave work, and I would prefer to be locked up in my room than be working for these low life pests. But our stormy argument ended up with I either work or I was thrown overboard, and as much as I wanted to get off this ship, I did not like the idea of drowning.

I looked over all the gleaming dishes and saucepans I had worked on all morning, this humongous one was the last one and then, maybe I could take a break. With that in mind I began scrubbing and rinsing it swiftly.

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I looked over the whole crew on deck; they were busying themselves with cleaning, practising, or checking the ship was in order. It almost seemed as a normal day as Captain, until I remembered there was a Woman on board as well.

The arguments replayed in my mind, they way she became furious over cleaning a few dishes, annoyed as well as amused me. Clearly she had not worked for anything in her life, spoilt Princess. What had she achieved?

Nothing ... everything was given to her when she was born; a whole Kingdom to be exact.

Here I was with an old Pirate ship full of crew members, I smiled to myself. I was happy with my life, and I would never change it for anything, or for anyone.

“Captain!”

I turned around, to a short, scrawny man. His long, blonde hair was tied up and he had stubble around his chin. He was flushed as though he had been running, and was breathing unevenly. I raised my eyebrows, “What is wrong?”

Jile gulped some air before coming closer and gripped the deck’s edge for support. “Captain, thar be somethin' strange wit' th' clouds!”

I looked straight up; the sky was bright blue and there were only a few white clouds dotted around. I turned back to Jile, “The weather looks clear, what do you mean?” I asked confused.

He shook his head in disbelief, “No Captain, those clouds o'er thar” he pointed. I followed his arm and saw in front of us. There in the distance were some light grey clouds, they looked normal but as I focused on them I realised that they were low down, very low almost to the surface of the water.