Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

55 - Gang at Sea

After speaking with the Captain, Dutch sent Javier to look for Natasha and Micah to let them know they didn't need to hide anymore and that they can travel with them to wherever the ship was going, Javier didn't get the full details.

Javier dragged his feet around the top deck of the ship, looking in between carts, boxes, quarters and even lavatories. He was about to give up when he came across a door that looked to be locked. He stood outside for a moment, pressing his ear against the metallic door but heard nothing inside. He peeked through the window and looked down, seeing two pairs of legs stretched out.

"Please be them." He muttered as he banged on the door loudly, the two inside jolting awake, both looking around frantically at the sudden noise until they realised someone was trying to get in.

"Oh God, this is it. We're dead." Natasha mumbled pulling out her revolver and holding it upwards whilst Micah did the same.

"It's gonna be alright." He breathed as his hand slowly slid up the door to the latch, getting ready to unbolt it and rain hell on everyone.

On the count of three, Micah unbolted the door and pushed back firmly, Natasha falling back with them as they led on the decking floor, their guns pointed up directly above them, startling Javier in the process who quickly stuck his hands up. "Easy! It's just me!" Javier laughed nervously, watching as Micah and Natasha sigh the biggest sighs of relief and holster their guns.

"Are we good?" Natasha asked, still laying down as she saw Javier upside down above her.

"Yeah, we're good. C'mon." He nodded his head to the side for them to follow him when they're ready.

Awkwardly, she rolled backwards until her feet touched behind her head so she could stand up without climbing over Micah and straightened out her clothes before looking overboard, her eyes widening to see they were completely in the middle of nowhere. "Wow." She breathed, inhaling the sweet smell of salt from the sea. She noticed men walking around, giving her an odd look but quickly looked away when Micah caught them staring at her.

"Where do you think we are?" She asked, sensing his presence beside her as her hands folded on the side of the ship, casting her gaze out far and wide.

"Fuck knows. I'm just glad it's far from where we were." Micah mumbled tiredly, the rude awakening doing nothing for his already moody attitude. "C'mon." He grabbed a hold of her arm, not too rough nor gently as he pried her away from the side and followed after Javier.

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"What we gonna do in Cuba, Dutch?" Bill pondered, his voice slightly gravely from exhaustion and lack of food and drink.

Natasha sat on a crate in the middle of Javier and Arthur, herself and Javier sharing a cigarette together as the provisions they had were lacking. They have already asked too much of the ships Captain to which they were going to give gold to in order to keep his mouth quiet about the escapee outlaws.

"Hold up for a while, then hurry back and gather up the rest of our family." Dutch explained, looking to all of them as he spoke to make sure they were on track with what he was saying. Bill looked over the side of the boat, his face completely solemn which made Natasha's chest tighten and even more so when their family was mentioned.

Her mind was racing about everyone, were they ok? Did Abigail make it out alive? Did Charles make it out alive? Have they moved somewhere safe? Has Sean gone haywire?

The questions she was asking herself were endless and Arthur looked to his side to her, seeing that she was clearly distraught about the whole situation.

"What if the Pinkerton's got the rest of our family, Dutch?" She spoke up bravely, feeling as if she was the only one to question Dutch and be realistic about the situation. She couldn't even believe she was stuck on a boat full of Frenchmen and sailing off to the middle of nowhere for all she knows. In fact, she hadn't even really heard of Cuba.