So, I've been thinking about starting a mini series with actual books, but now changing up a few things like the characters and some of the storyline. I'll be taking an actual story excerpt from a book and change it up, and we will be starting with Vigil today, with the excerpt from 'And Then There Were None' by Agatha Christie.
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"In the midst of life, we are in death."~ Agatha Christie 'And Then There Were None'
"The boat's quite small, isn't it?" You asked Mr. Narracot, quite a short and blunt man, with a pope in the side of his mouth.
The others observed the boat with an unsureness, it was cramped and barely looked like it would fit all of the passengers.
"No, she's a fine one, I tell ya, it'll fit everybody, no complications," he leaned on the rusty boat, pounding the inside of it to reassure the strength of it.
With slight hesitation, you picked up your luggage, using your right hand to support the hem of your skirt as you stepped in, feeling it shake. The water frightened you, drowned...found drowned, No! You must no think of it!
The rest of them followed you, Chul sitting beside you. He was a strange fellow, sharp eyes, like a wolf's. He had the alertness and a snarl he wore at times.
"I never really got to know you," you turned to him with a nurturing smile, "(Y/N) (L/N), what's your name?" He turned to you, eyes shielded by the tortoise-shell glasses, but you could feel his mischievous gaze.
"Hwa (Vigil), Chul Kyung Hwa," he responded but with a tone that he expected you to know him, to give him a high degree of respect. You returned merely a smile. You couldn't help but have the thought of him looming in your mind, he was quite handsome, that fellow.
"So why are you coming to soldier island, Miss (L/N)?" Justice Periera (Caveira) asked.
You gripped your luggage, the boat shaking more intense, your head felt nauseous. Control yourself, drowned...found drowned.
"I'm Mrs. Owen's secretary," you took a steady breath, watching the grey water splash onto your hand, you flinched.
"Interesting, I don't think her name is Mrs. Owen," Baker (Thatcher) held his chin high, curling the end of his lips into an arrogant smile, "it's not, I was invited by her, I even have the letter."
"Mr. Baker, I am sure it was..." you rethought this, holding your head down in embarrassment.
"It is Mrs. Owen, (L/N), you don't have to worry," Mr. Chul gave you another smirk.
"Impossible! I swear it was someone else..."
"Mr. Baker, you must have misread it," Pereira held her head even higher, "I was here to meet an old friend of mine."
"Mrs. Pereira, is it?" A German joined in, "Davis Oriansintry, soldier from Africa, it's great honor meeting a judge like you, ma'am."
"Former judge, but nevertheless thank you," she nodded to the German, who's accent seemed heavy.
"Mr. Oriansintry," she started, "I must know why you are here."
The man's eyes moved sporadically, and his hands started to fumble. You took notice of this, maybe he was also scared of the water.
