The Walkers

Chapter 15

I don't know when it appeared, but in front of me was a big, wooden boat. And I mean 'big' as in capital 'B', 'I', 'G'. That thing was huge and it was coming my way! Did they see me? I think they didn't, so I might just need to flail my arms around and wish for the best. Perhaps it is my lucky day. Being on solid ground is better than being a wet buoy waiting to be gobbled by the... yeah. I'm not going to describe what I saw there, but I heard something akin to a 'bloop'.

"Help!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while I waved my arms like I didn't really care. I should've thought the things better because the water tasted salty and it basically forced itself down my throat. Hey, water, it's bad manners to shove yourself into the mouth of someone without permission!

It seemed that the boat changed its course. I am glad. The boat changed its course. It's heading my way! It's heading towards me!? Oh. No. No. No. No. This ain't good. I tried to swim away from the direction it was heading, but it feels like it's moving faster. I am not going to make it! They are going to ram me with the hull! I wonder what it feels like... No. No. I shouldn't be thinking those things! I am not a masochist. Maybe...

"Turn away!" I tried to call, but the sound of the waves crashing is louder than my voice. God, if there's a tiny speck of mercy inside of you, please let me not die here. I saw head peeking! Thank you, God!

God, is this a joke? I hate you. I was doing my thing, floating in the middle of the ocean, waiting for the sailors to hurl my body out of this prison when I was thrown a net. Really? A net? Am I fish or something? They could have used the lifesaver, but no... it had to be a fishing net. I feel like a trapped lobster. I am being pulled up towards the deck of the ship. I can only hang there in silence like a wet Chihuahua. That's a dog, right? Ugh. My clothes are dripping, my hair is soaked and I feel like I might catch a cold. I am wearing clothes! Yes! 

"Ack!" The impact of being thrown onto the wooden planks hurt my body more than I think it would. My eyes loomed around the place as if to scan what I was dealing with. Lucky me... By the way, that was sarcasm. What I thought was a fishing boat was not as friendly as I thought it was. I am surrounded by tough-looking, macho and muscular sailors. Are they happy to see me or is that a sword? IT IS A SWORD!

Technically, that would be called a cutlass or a rapier, but that doesn't matter. I am in a precarious situation. I am being pointed at with multiple blades and I am trapped inside a freaking net. I can hear some footsteps walking over to the location. I guess, since everyone is making a commotion, that it would be the captain. The sailors are spreading over and I can see him coming. Wait. That's the handsomest pirate I have ever seen?! My maiden heart is throbbing. 

"Blimey! Color me blue! Who's that landlubber?" I thought that pirate-speech was just a lingo used by hardcore fans of certain movies. Is this useless knowledge again? Hello? Can you go away? It's funny to think that someone like him could act like a captain. I'm more astonished than impressed. To be completely honest, I want to laugh.

"Ba. Ha. Ha. Ha. Pfft." I just sealed my future.