Captivation

7: Go

Go (verb): to travel from one place or point to another; travel.

“I told you.” I hear Ron tell someone as I wake up.

“I know, but all I was thinking is that, he’s Henry, you know?” I hear Jamison say.

“He told me last night about the deal they made. I didn’t believe him at first.” Bradley tells them. I pretend to be asleep to hear more.

“I knew for sure when he sent Catherine away. I mean really, we’ve all seen Catherine.” I hear Kieran say.

They all get very quiet as a new set of footsteps appear.

“Wake her up and die.” I hear Henry tell the men on the deck.

“Of course.” Jamison tells him and I hear the mocking in his tone. I hear Henry’s foot steps stop.

“You of all people should keep your mouth shut, you almost killed her with that piece of wood.” Henry tells him sounding pissed.

“She tried to choke me to death.” Jamison points out.

Would he stop being such a sissy?

Something tickles my finger and I open my eyes to see what it is. It is a big black fuzzy spider. The scream I let out could have probably broken some glass. I stand up tripping over in the blanket, then not wasting time untangling myself out of the blanket I use my hands to drag myself away from the spider.

“What?” Henry asks, walking over to me.

“Kill that thing right now.” I tell him. Henry looks to where I’m pointing. He sees the large eight legged monstrosity of evil. He uses his boot to squish the spider.

“It was crawling on my hand!” I tell him indignantly.

“How dare it.” He smiles at me teasingly, shaking his head.

“Shut up.” I tell him, detaching the blanket from myself. He smiles and turns away. “Where are you going?” I ask.

“Into town, to bathe.” He pauses. “Care to join me?” He raises his eyebrows, that flirtatious sparkle dancing in his eyes.

“I would rather catch the plague.” I spit.

“Ouch.” Jamison murmurs.

Henry gives me a look. I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally walks off the ship and leaves.

After about twenty minutes I think that it may actually be a good idea to bathe. I groan, simply because it was Henry’s idea, but I get off the boat and walk into town anyway.

I take the few streets that lead me to Genevieve’s and knock on her door. “Madelyn.” She says, smiling, when she opens the door.

“Can I use your bath tub?” I ask her.

“Of course, come in. Jane and Mary were just asking about when they would see you next.” She tells me leading me to the bathroom. “This is for your hair.” She hands me a glass bottle. “And this is for your body.” She hands me a larger glass bottle. “Take as long as you would like, dear Madelyn!” She walks out of the room closing the door behind her. I lock the door and start running the water. I wash myself, but stay in the bath until I look like a prune. I get out, put on my clothes and brush out my hair. I walk out into the main room and see Henry stretched out on the couch.

“Ah, there you are.” He says to me, sounding bored.

“Yes?” I ask him drying my hair with a towel.