Wanted

Snippets

The healer

04/15/1772 United Kingdom, Broad Green

Jackson

In Broad Green I brought Telip to a healer I knew. I was a little worried, since his ability to speak hadn't returned yet. The guys had strangled him, and he still had the marks to show it. Most of his upper body was covered in scars, some older, some recent. The only communication between us had been me talking at him and him glaring at me, a lot. Like, he didn't seem to do anything else. He was too weak now to try and run away, but I thought he would try first chance he got. So as soon as he was healthy enough, I would have to make very sure to watch him attentively. Not like I wasn't already.

The boat

04/21/1772 United Kingdom, port of Liverpool

Jackson

The Abyssinia was an impressive ship. And the fact that it was about to cross an ocean was even more impressive. Tomorrow me and Telip were going to go on board under the interesting names of Jim Parker, a coach builder from America, and Henry Hobbs, a laborer from Ireland that worked for Mr. Parker. I just hoped nobody would ask me to repair any large woody things, because I was really incapable with everything but a gun. Telip had regained his ability to speak a few days ago, which had been a rather unpleasant experience. Not only was he rude and asked way too many question, he also tried using his ability on me. Which turned out to be manipulation. Or conviction? Or decisiveness? He could make people do things. There. His voice had still been raspy and he insisted that was the only reason I hadn't felt the need to obey him.

The letter

05/27/1772 US, Pennsylvania, Philly

Jackson

Writing a letter had never been more painful. With every word I remembered what Murry had told me about the woman. We had spent the worst nights just lying next to each other, holding hands listening to the other. I had told him many things, just as he had told me all about his past. But even though it hurt, I still wrote the letter. I had actually planned on writing it while still on the boat, but I hadn't been able to. It still hurt but since we were on land again, my stomach allowed me to numb the pain with alcohol. Telip was sleeping next door, the only quiet moments I got with him around. With a little luck, this letter would allow us to get to Murry. With the letter I tried to convince that bitch that I was a rich guy, with too much money and time that wanted to relish in her company. Not that it was hard to convince her of anything. And with even more luck, that would make her invite me and my "servant"over dinner.

The invitation

05/29/1772 US, Pennsylvania, Philly

Jackson

The invitation came two days later. I only starred at the envelope for a few minutes, before Telip ripped it out of my hands. Laughing he sat down on the couch complaining that the handwriting was terrible. But the handwriting didn't matter. We had the invitation, we had a way to get to Murry. We would get him back.