To Murder Or Not To Murder (1) DRAFT

Chapter 11

The silver chains that held us in place dug in painfully. It made it impossible to sleep.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Jaz asked me. She looked tired and worn out. She was scared and it was written all over her face. "I...I...I don't know Jaz. I really don't know." I replied. "What are they going to do to us?" Dr Jones asked tiredly. "I'm not sure." I replied. I really didn't know what they intended to do to us. "It's been days. Since we have seen fresh air. Or had food and water." Jaz muttered. "They have to-" I began. "Sssshhhhh!" Dr Jones cut me off. "I think we are stopping." Sure enough we were stopping. The truck door opened to reveal we were at the docks. The light blinded us but the air felt good. None of us struggled as they loaded us into a huge crate. They removed our ropes and chains.

For a while we were moving up then flat ground. We were still then. "Where the hell are we?" I asked Jaz. "I don't kno-" she never finished her sentence as she fainted. "She's fainted out of exhaustion." Dr Jones explained. "The lack of food and water and she's had such little sleep." "None of us have had much sleep." I said. Dr jones stood up and went to look out the air holes in the crate. I attempted to stand but my legs gave way and I fell. "We're on a boat. But I don't know where we are going." Dr jones explained. "Got anything sharp? Or heavy?" "Jaz." I said smiling. Dr Jones smiled as well. "Don't tell her that we said tag for she'll have a gun at your head." I explained. "Well there's nothing in this crate except for us, hang on." I reach into my jacket pocket and find a small blade. I give it to Dr Jones. "Here you go, is this what you meant by something sharp?" I asked. "Yes this is perfect." Dr Jones replied. I watched as she took the blade and began to stab at the top edge of the crate to try get the door down. "It's loosening." She said. She continued to work at it until it came loose. The door fell down causing a loud bang. A young child of about 12 and his mother were standing there. Bed The boy's eyes widened. "Don't tell anyone about this k? we'll be in trouble otherwise. Can you bring food?" I asked. The woman nodded. "Your the detectives who were investigating that murder. My husband, I and our three children all admire your work. We'll help you as best we can!" she was quite enthusiastic about it. They both quickly ran off. "Jaz. Jaz." I gently shook her awake. "What-"she trailed off. "We're getting food. And water." I explained. "From where? Or who?" Jaz asked a bit dazed. "A family is bringing is some food." I explained again but a bit more simpler. "Oh ok. I get it now." Jaz said nodding slowly. "You don't get it do you?" I asked giving her a 'look'. "Nuh." She said. I shook my head at her. "What?" she asked looking at me strangely. "Nothing." I muttered.

After about five minutes the woman and her son came along with her husband and daughter. Each of them had a plate of food and the woman was holding a pitcher of water with glasses on a tray. "Thank you so much. We haven't eaten or drank anything for days. It'd be a week now since we've had anything." I explained. That's horrible." The daughter said as she gave me a plate with a few sandwiches on it. She also poured me a glass of water which I gulped down. Followed by another five glasses of water. Jaz and Dr Jones did as well. We ate every scrap of food the family gave us. "Thank you so much!" Jaz was really close to hugging them. There's a gleam in her eye when she's joyous and she usually hugs the nearest person. "The boat will arrive soon." The woman explained. "Tomorrow I think." "Arrive where?" Jaz asked the family. "In America." The husband said. "How many days have we been on this ship?" Dr Jones asked him. He glanced worriedly at his wife. "A week. Meaning it's been like two weeks since you've eaten." He explained. "Also I recommend you close the crate. I'll do it." Before he left, he closed up the crate so it looked as if we had never been out.

I was scared. Really scared about what was going to happen in America. I was hoping that nothing overly terrible would happen. I was wrong though. I was very wrong.