Vowess

6.

The journey would be long. He knew that it will take him long and hard time to get there. So he prepared his crew and started the long journey back to the Azores. He didn't touch brandy since the day he had that dream. He didn't dare to take a sniff of alcohol again. All he was thinking about was the girl he saw on his dream. Everything was still uncertain in his mind but one thing settled in his heart. She is mine,he thought looking at the storm approaching from the horizon. It was nearly summer and Atlantic was full of storms and thunders that season. Waves beat the ship and shake it but he didn't stop in any island on their way. They almost run out of food but he didn't care his goal was to reach Azores as soon as possible. It's been six days since the ship run out of food and finally the saw the port of Ponta Delgada. He didn't complain as the rest in storms in rain he remained on the deck looking at the horizon. Soon as his ship reach the port James took his horse and gallop towards the monastery hoping to find Mary there. Once he arrived he bang on the door urgently.

It wasn't a guard to open the door, but a  nun. "Good afternoon, wanderer," she smiled. "Did you come to seek a shelter in the house of God?"

"I want to see sister Mary." He said skipping the courtesies.

"Oh, sister Mary," nun pinched her lips together. "Which one?"

James let out a deep breath and looked at the woman. "The one with the red hair."

Her smile froze on her lips and she cleared her throat, pinning her eyes down instantly. "There is nobody like the one you described, good sir. Now be gone," she in rush tried to close the heavy door.

Before she close the heavy door he put his boot in between. "What do you mean?" He narrow his eyes. "Where did she go?" He asked again.

"I don't know," she said. "I said, go away!"

But James didn't made all this journey to get a door on his face. He push the door open and the woman jump behind. "Where is she?" He asked firmly. "Where's the silent priest?"

"What's all this?" Benedicta came and sternly glared at the man.

"He wants to see sister Mary. The Mary," nun whispered without even daring to look at James.

"Oh, so the devil came back? Did you come back for one of my little sheeps?" Benedicta murmured, staring at James. "You greedy beast, you think, I won't let you take another one?" She rose her voice. "Leave!"

"Where is she!" He demanded with a growl taking few steps towards her. "Talk,woman!"

"Or what?" Benedicta without taking a step back looked James in the eyes with no fear in her gaze.

James was exhausted and his patience soon pays off. He grab the nun from her throat and push her against the wall sticking his dagger under her chin. "I made a very very long way to get back here. And i do not care if you're a woman,a nun or the Holly fucking spirit. Tell me where she is or I'll kill you all one by one!" He growled on her face with dark eyes.

"You don't understand the power you chose to fight, devil," she panted, looking at him. "We fear no death, no pain, because only on death we will face our saviour and good Lord Jesus. You want to threat me with a death? A nun? You prideful soul," she murmured.

"Just let me go, please, just let me go," she sobbed, while Benedicta, collapsed on the ground, panting.

"Where is Mary?" He asked again with a threatening voice keeping the dagger against her throat. "What did you do to her?"

"We? What did you do to her?" One of the nun came from a crowd. "You seduced her and left her with a child!"

"Silence!" Benedicta stood up from the ground.