The story Of Clarissa Rose Benetha.

It has all changed, everything, the way we touch, the way we feel. And even the way we taste and see. What am I? The room is dark, but yet i see everything so perfectly. my hearing was very clear, as was my sence in smell, but yet I am human. Bodies laid thrown acrosst, the floor and each other. As the room rocked back and forth, I knew I was still on the boat and at sea.

" Hello! Is Anyone Alive!" Yelling my voice horse and dry. but none the less, my voice must of verberated off the wooden wall's. After no one replyed, I looked around, the dark room, searching for moment, prehaps they could say anything.The smell was revolting, Rotten plauge bodie's, in an hot room. you couldn't just throw them into the sea.but these bodie's had to of been dead for quite some time.

My eye's laied on an young girl, her face held sign's of the plauge. I wept as my heart throbbed, reminding me of my infant son and husband, Crawling over the dead bodie's, I pulled the girl, from the bodie's of our people. She had early sign's of the plauge,so I had a chance, to save her, I only I knew what had happen with me, I could of saved them all. we walked up toward's the deck, where more bodie's laied, most of them death of the plauge other's were sever stab, wound's. An man stood at the wheel up top, I noticed an bottle of alchol in his hand, and the faint hym, of what was the old pirate song.

Turning around I faced the girl, and picked up, an crow bar. " Take this and go hide, If that is my uncle, he will not go dow without an fight." She knodded her head, and ran off. Taking an deep breath, I walked up the stair's toward's the Captain's lodge. he was an scruffy plump man, and his clothing stained in blood next to him was an blooded knife.

" Is their anyone else alive, uncle, or did you kill the remainding survior's?" The man turned around his singing stopped, his gaze apone me. " You are dead?"  moving from the wheel, he grabbed his small bloodied dagger. " Watched you Die?" Confusion fell over me as i ran down the stair's, my side ached,an my clothing stained in rotting flesh and blood. " No Uncle I am alive , in the flesh and blood, you are drunk, you might of thought me dead by mistake."

Gregory was my uncle's name, he looked at me. he looked drawn and sick dark circles formed under his eye's clearly telling he has not slept. " No!.. I saw you die, I stabbed you,! you are the devil!" Suddenly I brought my hand toward's the ache and pain surged threw me.The little girl ran toward's me, holding the crow bar." You are drunk, and dlousinal." His eye's fell apon the little girl.

" you have the plauge, you have to die, before it is too late" the girl clung to my leg, as Gregory lundged forward. I rolled with the girl " I can help her! you know that!" I yelled grabbing the crobar from the girl. I listened for his foot step's. " You can't save us witch! no one can!"  I  jumped out, nailing him in the face, me and the little girl ran toward the captain's room, locking the door.

" Am I going to die?" she clung to my leg tear's flowing from her face.

" God no child, I can cure you. It will be painful, almost too painful but you will live." I dropped to my knee's caressing her paturally swallen face. She had just started it so she still had a fifty fifty precent chance,. I gather's some suply from the room. I was in or what was left to find. the little girl was utterly terrifyed, she laied on the cot, as I grabbed a few thing's to strap her down.

I wouldn't of blammed her either, she was about to go threw an stromendous amount of pain, to save her life. I wrapped an cloth around an peice of wood that i broke from an small chair and found matche's and alchol.

" I am going to need you to bite down on this. when you are ready.." I sat on the bed my arm, wrapped around her shoulder. " My name is Clarissa, but you can call me Clair, I am well exsperianced and had to do this to other's back in New orlean's."

" I am Rosline White, how are you going to heal me.?" She coffed and I knew I hadn't much time. taking an deep breath I took my necklause off placing it around her. " I have to burn the swell's, if i cut them and bleed them out it spread's faster., I had a sister about your age, both her and my family were taken, and lay on this very boat."

" I will be strong for both your family and mine" Rosline laied down placing the leather objest in her mouth, as I strapped her down. I lit the torch and took an deep breath. " Are you ready?" she looked at me her eye's said no but she knodded her head yes. I brought the tourch toward her face as she screamed and twitched I struggled to focus tear's clouding my vison, slowly i moved down her arm. and placed the torch toward's the other boil's, I repeated the process until i gotten them all. She passed out wether from pain or shock, I dressed her wound's. throwing the bloody bowl of water out the window.

with only an week before we doced in Venece Italy, I heard crate's being stacked up again's the door. their was still food suply's but not enough for both of us.for three day's I dressed and cleaned her wound's thankfully she held no more sign's of the plauge, but she would hold an heavey scar. " Feed child you need your strength" I brought  bread, and opened an can of bean's with an sharp object.

 " Arn't you going to eat, Clair?" I looked saddened to be honnest I didn't deserve to eat, nor to even breath. " I have already eaten, go on."  She golfed down the food, and went back to sleep. after we were a day from Italy she was already walking on her own and no longer need bangage's, she had always felt pain, my uncle laughted and sang out loud, and laughted. night fell  and left nothing but the boat creeking and the wave's splashed.

" Are we going to make it ?" Rosline sat up yaning she was tired and aparently hungry. " Yes why would you think we wouldn't?" I grabbed the last loaf of bread and split it in half, I grew thinner, and my stomach rummbled, " Let's dress our wound's.". Gregory seemed crazie and out of it but what he was planning for us was beyond my knollage.

we attempted to lay down, when Gregory rang the bell then honked his horn, meaning we were aproaching Italy. I knew we hadn't doced, being all the dead bodie's he wouldn't want to spread the plauge to the town. or would he?. the creat's were being moved and tossed as he dilibertly kicked in the door. " We are here let's go witch's."

I sheilded myself infront of Roline, he grabbed both Roslin and i by the hair attempting to drag us out. and on to the deck. he threw both of us into an small life boat, as he lowered us down. out ahead two life boat's moved forward, with soildger's on them, I held Roslin's hand her bandage's covering her face and arm's.

" What bring's you here!"  one of the gaurd's yelled now aproaching us.

" I have brought these two wemon, amonst my ship their witcher killed my men. some carry the plauge and other's she stabbed with her little acompless."Rage flowed threw me as I wigged to get free.

" He lie's I am the daughter of Jame's Eugen Benetha, this man is his drunk brother.!" Gregory slammed my face down smashing my face on the rim of the boat. blood rose from my noise as I laied their my vison groggy. " shut up witch your word's are poison!' Roslin cried for me to just give in,  the soildger's grabbed us as two other's bound our hand's, the other boat staed back with gregory to investigate the bodie's.

The boat's doced as we were dragged out an placed into an wooden cage. what happen to my uncle I would not know, " Stand strong rosline we are innocent survior's of the plauge, only an fool would listen to an drunk."  I spitt the word's out at the gauard.

' shut up witch, you will confess and be judged.' Rosline cried as she held her crusifx next to my locket and began to pray to the heaven's. that alone should had been proof enough we weren't tainted by the devil.