The New World

Chapter Eighteen

Hey guys! I'm switching things up a bit.. This may be a bad idea.. Tell me your thoughts! This chapter is in third person. Some of you maybe wondering what Alice's parents may be doing! Well this is their chapter :3 tell me if you like it third person and if you wouldn't mind having more chapters like this. If not, pleeeaasee let me know lol thanks! enjoy <3

Mrs. Toft sat anxiously at the dining table as she twiddled her thumbs. She heard the front door open and close. She stood up and rushed to. Her husband,  Harold Toft, stormed in with Sir Alliott and Sir Cann right at his heel.

"Oh, Harold!" Exclaimed Mrs. Toft, "Did you find her?!"

Sir Toft shook his head, "I am afraid not, my love."

Mrs. Toft coward into her husband's arms and began to sob, "We have to keep looking!"

"My dear, we cannot. There is no where to look. She is gone," Sir Toft comforted her. She dabbed tears from her eyes and cheeks. "We must move on," Sir Toft continued.

Mrs. Toft continued to cry, but agreed. "Go and rest, dear," Sir Toft sent his wife to bed, sending a maid to help her.

Once out of sight, Sir Toft brought his fellow men to his study. The night was quiet and the moon shown bright through the window. Sir Toft lit some candles and pulled out a crystal jar containing a stiff golden nectar. He grabbed three glasses matching the crystal jar and poured the intoxicating juice.

The men grabbed their glass cup and took a swig while Sir Toft gulped it all down, straight up. He moaned as the drink burned down his throat. He refilled his glass.

"So what did you tell her?" asked Sir Alliott.

Sir Toft drank his glass empty once more, "That she ran away," he pushed out. He undid the top buttons of his outfit and cracked his neck. He poured more but let the carmel liquid sit.

The two men nodded in approval. "But there is one thing..." breathed Sir Toft, "She is still alive."

The two men's eyebrows pucked, "How can you be sure?" asked Sir Cann.

"They would have told me," he glared out the window and took a sip, "They still want my land."

"What will they do next?" Sir Alliott asked, astonished.

Sir Toft shook his head, "I do not know. They may get her next," he reffered to Mrs. Toft, "But something is telling me they won't."

"But Milord," Sir Alliott spoke up, "If she is still alive, what are they doing with her? Or to her? They gave us a week to comply, we never said anything. It has been days since the dead line. What you think she is doing there?"

Harold Toft sighed and took another sip, "I do not know," he sat down his drink on his desk, "But we need to get her back."

"But what for?" asked Sir Cann, "You have a solid story!"

He shook his head, "No. Like I said before, she's still alive. There is always the chance of her returning. Either we get her back or find her and end her."

The two men stared at him with horror and shock. Sir Alliott and Sir Cann had stuck with this man through thick and thin from England to the New World. But they have never dealt with something this big before.

"But why-- Sir?"

Sir Toft's eyes were blood-shot and raving with urgency. He ran his shaking fingers through his hair, "That girl has it for me, I swear to God. She hates me. She hates her Mother. But," he pointed to them, "her mother does not hate her daughter. As much as they fight, I can see that she cares for her. More than she cares for me. But, if she is out of the picture, Alice can't come between my marrige; because she'll be dead."

There was a long pause, silence filling the room. Sir Harold Toft knew he had them.

"How do we find her?" Sir Alliott gulped the rest of his alcoholic drink.

Sir Harold grinned, "Get our best search parties. We do not kill one native. Just find her and report back to me."

"If we find her," said Sir Alliott, "Do we bring her back here or kill her there?"

He shook his head, "Bring her back. She might mean something to them. Who knows."

"Say we get her... What if they put up a fight?"

"Don't kill them. We will have enough on our plate. But she'll be ours," he growled.

"How does this envolve your land, Milord?"

He grinned again, "Oh, trust me, Sir Cann. They'll have a bond with her. She's our bait."