Girl Name Sandra..

Chapter Thirteen: Storm of tears...

Chapter Thirteen: Storm of tears...

The sound of the floor boards creaking under Sandra's wobbly feet could wake up a deaf man as the young woman puts all her weight into her legs to help with balance. Both of her arms was out, reaching for Anton so she won't fall on her face. Sandra could not contain her smile as she walked along the hall while Anton guided her and Evelyn watched with tears of joy in her eyes.

She felt like a baby taking their first steps for the very first time. In which, she did not care- considering that just three days ago, Doc had a belief that Sandra legs would forever be numb; which concludes she would not walk on her own without assistance.

Of course, Sandra cried and cried until she couldn't cry anymore. The urge to be with her father motivated Sandra to prove Doc wrong; in which, she is doing right now. A step at a time, Sandra found herself at the end of the hall- wrapping her arms around Anton's torso, smiling with glee.

The hall itself was not long, but to Sandra it was like the Great Wall of China; considering that just yesterday, Sandra could not stand on her own.

"You did great," Anton kissed the top of her head ever so gently, as if she would break any second. Ever since Sandra came connected with Anton, he has been treating her with care; but now it feels different- for the both of them... Everything was different...

Sandra slowly pulled away, using her all strength to keep her emotions under wraps; emotions that would urge her to grab Anton's cheeks and kiss him until they both couldn't breath. Evelyn soon came into their view, pulling Sandra into a bone crushing hug. "Oh Sandra, my dear you did great. I am proud of you."

Sandra smiled- well, from the inside. A frown was placed on her face once she spotted Francine over Evelyn's shoulder- at the end of the hall; using her eyes to curse Sandra to hell. Sandra, damned the blonde Melusine to hell as well with her eyes.

Sandra wanted to take a step on the pier, to walk in the large boat full of traders and useful cargo. However, leaving the place she had grew to love and the people she cares about; is making the young woman regret about leaving.

The old ship creaked as the calm waves brushed against the sides. The last time she stepped on a large cargo ship just like this one- Sandra was a slave; a weak, scared, and fragile slave she never thought of being in any situation. Her small soft hands gripped the cotton layer of her dress as she tried to put on a race face in front of the hardworking men- who was large and seem to have a appetite like a grizzly bear; considering the large crates of food and barrels of ale they've carried on to the ship.

"Shall we proceed before the sun goes down and the wind changes," said Anton while tossing their sacks of clothing over his shoulders to let it hang to his bottom.

Sandra did not open her mouth to respond, instead, she just nod before taking the lead onto the wobbly pier. The fear of falling into the water was took over the young woman's mind, considering that she could not swim or barely float in the calm sea such as this one. Her balance was good enough to walk on steady land, but not enough to walk over a unsteady pier- if it wasn't for Anton's free hand holding her side, Sandra would of traumatized by the near death experience.

Now aboard the old ship after using her strength in her legs to walk upon the steep plank, Sandra could not contain her wandering eyes. The main deck was occupied with large men that would make Sandra coward away and hide behind Anton. The cargo and barrels of ale was already below deck and now the crew had to ready the sails in the direction of the wind.

Sandra eyes did not wander long; Anton was already tugging her towards the quarter deck, where Captain Vál was looking upon his home- like he always do, just incase he does no make it back. The crew never question his methods, it was quite understandable since they do dangerous work that make them come across enemies.