Pirate By Blood

Chapter 4: Escape

CHAPTER 4

Escape

Simon’s plan wasn’t very complicated, and didn’t need a whole lot of knowledge to think it up, but it was efficient – and that was, really, all that mattered.

Together, they managed to create a lock-picking devise using bits and bobs they could find in their pockets and around the jail cell. It wasn’t much, but it would do if they were going to escape soon.

“Better hurry,” Simon said, as he pushed a pin and a small blade – that he had successfully hidden in his belt – awkwardly into the lock, “someone might hear us.”

He jiggled the two pieces of metal ruthlessly, gritting his teeth in frustration when the door still didn’t swing open.

“Stupid lock,” He kept muttering, through his teeth, when still no movement occurred. Maleen hovered in the background, watching what he was doing all the time. Fido was lying on the wet, wooden floor – he looked like he was anxious to.

“Ouch!” Simon hissed under his breath, dropping the knife to the ground. He cursed in an almost inaudible way.

“What is it?” Maleen asked coming over to see what was wrong. She saw Simon out his index finger in his mouth, and noticed that the blade he had dropped – with quite a load bang – had a deep shade of red on it.

“Oh; your finger! Are you alright? Can I do anything to help?”

“Nah, I’m alright,” Simon replied, looking at the deep cut that he now had, “just a scratch.”

“Just a scratch?!” Maleen repeated in exclamation, “Just a scratch?! You’ve nearly chopped your finger off!”

“Nah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Simon insisted, but Maleen could tell that even he was worried for his own health. The cut was bad – anyone could see that. Simon rubbed his wounded finger on his shirt, leaving a smear of blood behind. A deep shade of red.

“Come on, I’m going to help you. Let me have a look at that. Tell me what to do.” Maleen yanked at Simon’s hand and he finally let her look. She examined the cut like it was some new kind of species that she’d never seen before. The cut was deep – almost to the bone – and was bleeding badly.

“Where’s that weird stuff?” Maleen asked, and began rummaging around in Simon’s jacket pockets.

“Hey! I can get it myself,” he replied, “just be a bit more patient, will you?”

“It’s hard when someone’s bleeding to death in front of you.” Maleen muttered, as Simon reached into his back pocket and pulled out the tin.

He handed it to her. “I’m not bleeding to death,” he said, “but...oh fine! Get on with it!”

“Keep your voice down – someone could hear you, and we don’t want that,” Maleen said impatiently, “how do I use this stuff?”

“Look, I’ll do it myself...”

“No, you won’t,” Maleen interrupted, “I’m doing it for you and you can’t stop me. Now, tell me, how to use it.”

She twisted the metal lid off the tin and looked at the funny gel inside.

 “Just do the same as I did, before,” Was all Simon replied, as he held out his hand for Maleen to work on. He looked in the opposite direction – not showing his face.

“Right...okay.” Maleen replied.

She scooped up some of the mixture with three of her fingers, rubbed her hands together and then began to smooth it around Simon’s cut. She wasn’t sure how long she needed to do it for, but it obviously wasn’t enough, as when she rubbed a finger over the wound itself, Simon hissed and he pulled back his hand reflexively.