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Chapter 13: Prisoner

It was cold and dark too. Emily sat up, rubbing her throbbing head. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to stop the Goosebumps. The room wasn’t a freezing but uncannily cold.

She wondered how long she had been asleep for. It was hard to keep track of the amount of time she was in the cell for. There were no windows and no clocks.

Three of the walls were rusty and old, as was the roof and the floor. One of the walls was just iron bars that lengthened from the roof to the floor.

Emily tried again for the third time. She walked up to the iron bars and gripped them tightly “HELLO?” She screamed, “IS ANYONE THERE?”

So far no one had replied.

“Please help?” She whispered. In frustration she turned around and slid down along the bars, her hands in her hair. “Jacks not coming back for me this time. He doesn’t even know where I am, who knows what was in that note.”

“Excuse me? Did you say Jack,” came a voice from what sounded like the next cell.

Emily lifted her head and tried to see out the bars, “Who said that?

“Someone who’s been here for a very long time?” The voice replied. It was a man’s voice, old, raspy and tired.

Emily thought she may be going mad, was she hearing voices? ‘Who cares, in my head or not it’s someone to talk too,’ she thought to herself.

“If you don’t mind my asking, why have you only spoken now?” Emily probed.

“Because you never spoke up before?”

“I called out three times for somebody?” Emily said almost frustrated.

“You must’ve got me in my naps?” he laughed, then broke out into a coughing fit.

“Are-are you okay?” Emily called out.

“Oh I’m fine, just old that’s all. Now dear, who is Jack?” The man wheezed.

Emily’s mind went through all the things that she thought Jack was, ‘rude, conceited, tenacious, funny, passionate, well hidden, and the only thing that was keeping Emily alive, “No one,” she finally replied.

“My dear, it wouldn’t happen to be Jack Bowen would it?” The voice strained through the cell.

“Jack Bowen?” Emily suddenly felt alert, “Yes it would. How do you know him?”

“We go way back, you say he’s coming here?” There was a hint of joy in the man’s voice.

“No actually, I said he won’t,” Emily sighed, “He doesn’t know I’m here. In fact I don’t even know where here is. I was knocked out. ”

“Oh,” The man replied, “Well were in Inertia’s castle of course, on the Emerald island, in her dungeons. May I ask why Inertia has you locked up?”

“I have absolutely no idea.”   

“Miss?” He called, “I’m glad I finally have someone to talk too.”

“Yeah me too. By the way, I’m Emily, What shall I call you?”

“Daniel- Daniel Baker”

“Jack, slow down,” Lavinia yelled, running after Jack, “You don’t know where you’re going.”

Jack was running down the dock and hopped into a small wooden side boat someone had left there, the sword in his hand. Lavinia caught up, resting on the boat, she breathed in and out heavily, “You don’t even know how to get there, what are you going to do, sail around for years till you magically come across this island.”