FROM GENERATION TO ANOTHER. TWINS FOREVER

FEVER STRUCK LUCY

Lucy and Lucinda .......
Twinned throughout the Generation's.

The tapping sound was coming nearer and nearer, you could hear the monotonous sound 'tap, tap, tap' as whatever was making that sound was hitting wood at every tap. She lay in her bed feverish with the flu so she put it down to her being ill, but she heard it with her own ear's. Then there was the smell but more of a stink, it made her physically sick if she could move from her bed. But the smell surrounded her in the bedroom, it hovered above her bed, it was like the smell of the sea when you are on holiday. But this smell of the sea was rank and dirty but old, very old. Her Mother's cooking wasn't up to much and the smells of her food being burnt could stay in the air for weeks. No amount of air freshener spray could mask those foody smells, but this smell didn't come from the kitchen. "It's come from below the sea and it's after, to take ya with it." Now why did she have that thought, it was like not a thinking thought, which did not make sense to hear herself think in this way. She was good at her language, but this felt as if it had been spoken into her ear she had heard the words. But she was alone in the bedroom she still looked around in case, Tom her younger annoying brother had sneaked and hidden beneath her bed. "Tom !. If that's you playing about in here, I want you out !." But no voice answered her, she didn't feel alone. She lay her head against the cool cotton pillow "Maybe try to sleep." But sleep eluded her attempts each time she closed her eyes, something happened to make her open them. So quickly her eyes hurt from the movement, of going back and forth darting about her bedroom, which wasn't her bedroom. Her brain tried to handle what she was seeing what she was smelling another part of her brain tried it's best to operate. She felt the movement, up and down. Side to side, her bed was actually moving even with her in it but the bed couldn't move on it's own accord. It was a solid oak bed that had been passed down the generations of the last hundred year's, or so the 'Family Legend' said. But now it tossed about like a flimsy item in the wind.
That was another thing Lucy felt the wind across her face, it dragged at her wanting to play through her hair that had some how, it was flying about over her face ?. There was no windows open with her being ill, she insisted they stay shut. She had to be more ill than she realised, the tapping sound stopped right outside her bedroom door. She heard voices speaking low and quiet she strained her ears to try to make out the words but all she heard was little bits. It had to be Tom and her Mother, Tom must be playing his dress up game as a Pirate. It was his favourite he wouldn't say a normal 'Yes' for an answer, he insisted on the word 'Aye' he had her play the Captain. So anything she asked him to do, he was answering her with "Aye, Captain." But now it was annoying her, he had a pretend crutch and he kept one leg bent upwards while he struggled to walk in this way. Tom was to be her cabin boy he could fetch me carry me while she was ill, she took full advantage of him being helpful for once. But his crutch made a horrible tapping about that pounded in her head, that she made him stop playing with it. With the promise of him being given a chest of treasures he had willingly put the crutch away but he was playing with it again. A timid knock came against her door, she presumed it was Tom so she pretended to be asleep, the bed had stopped rocking too. She felt grateful for that all was calm in her head, she heard the voice speak to her "Aye, we be in port now. Plenty of supplies to be got, especially the grog." Lucy kept her eyes shut tight, frightened if she opened them to what she would see in front of her. He smelt of fish and rotten what ever it was he was leaning right over her face. Something wet dripped on to her face, wet and slime like touch as his hand touched her forehead "Aye, the fever has broken. She be alright now, let her sleep awhile." "Thank you." "Will ya take some gold for ye troubles ?. I have a good type of grog in my cabin." She heard the voices fade into the background she opened up her eyes and screamed !!.
To be Continued ..........