Post by Davys_Luver on Apr 15, 2007 21:36:19 GMT -5
This is a story made by me! I will have to post it in maybe two or three posts because its kinda long. I have seven chapter, but they seem to go by fast when you read them.
Hope to see fee-backs on this! Constructive Critism is okay, but nothing real bad. (i've gotten flamers on this over at FanFiction.net *aka...FFN*)
Prolog
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I don’t know where I am. Everything is quiet and calm, but I can feel the sensation of a ship rocking slowly over small waves. My eyes do not open. My body lay stiff. There is a sharp pain in my right ankle. Or is it my left? I can’t tell. I don’t know what is going on, and it feels as if it’s all a dream. I hope it is. There is the sound of muffled voices coming from where I cannot tell. I want to look around, but I am afraid. I know I’m not where I usually am, and don’t know if I want to know where I am now. All I can do is lay here in this bed and wait till my eyes open.
Light comes into view as my eyes allow me to look around. Blurry at first, they soon focus. What my eyes look upon is unknown. It’s just light enough to see edges and outlines of objects, but dark as well. The pain in my ankle is still there, showing me that it wont be gone for quiet a while. I try to sit up in bed, but the pain forces me to stay down. I try to listen to what sounds I can hear. Waves, the never ending sound of waves. The sound of movement outside whatever room I am located in. Then another sound comes. The creek of a door opening. The door of where I am in.
Chapter One
Where Am I
The bright light fills the room as the door opens. It then fades away when the door is shut. I close my eyes and pretend I am still asleep. Maybe whoever it is will leave soon and I can then take a look at where I am. I hear footsteps come in the direction of me, but they are unlike any other footsteps I have ever heard before. One step is louder than the other, almost like a peg leg. They come closer and closer, and I can feel my body filling up with nerves. I try to stay calm. The footsteps stop by the bed. I can feel the eyes of this person looking down at me, which makes me feel even more nervous. I feel the person turn away, but accidentally touch the bed and sends a gasp from my mouth. They turn back around and stand close.
“Ah, so the lady is alive.” I hear a mans voice say. His voice has a Scottish accent. He knows I am awake now, so I cannot hide any longer. I open my eyes and look at the man in front of me. Since it is still dark, I cannot see him fully. All I see is that he looks strong, and taller than I am.
“W-w-where am I?” I stutter out my words. My voice is hoarse and is soar.
I hear the man give a short quiet laugh. “Ye will find that out in time.” He pauses before saying something else. “Your voice is hoarse. Ye need rest-uh.” He seems to care about me, but I don’t know if I can trust him. I can’t see what he looks like. Should I be afraid? Something inside me tells me I don’t have to be afraid. But how can I not be when I don’t know where the heck I am, and don’t know what this man looks like or who he is? I have no way of escaping right now because of my ankle. So all I can do is trust this man. I hope I can.
I nod my head slightly. He turns away from the bed again and this time leaves. When he opens the door, the light shines upon him. I try to get a glance of him, but I am not quick enough. He shuts the door behind him before I can see him. I will have to wait to see this man who has taken me aboard his ship.
Walking around will do me no good with this ankle. I looked down at it and see that it is wrapped. Somebody, I don’t know who, is taking care of me. Probably this man I do not know. My eyes look up from my leg and search the room. The light is still dim, but my eyes have gotten better from that short time ago. They can see things better. I don’t see much, but one thing I notice right away is an organ. On the opposite side of the room from me. It’s large, and to me seems beautiful. I have never seen anything like it before. There is something else I see. Something next to the organ.
There. I see it. A small flicker of light. What is it? It’s small and looks like a music box. I want to get up to see it more closely, but my ankle can’t support me. If only I wasn’t hurt. I could walk around and see things. There has to be something I can see that will tell me where I am. I know that I am on a ship. I know that the man who has saved me is probably the captain. But what ship is this? How can I tell when no light is strong enough to let me see?
I hear something. It is the sound of a mad voice. Something has happened outside my door, and another is yelling.
“Jones will not be happy ‘bout this!” I hear someone yell.
Jones. Where have I heard that before? My mind thinks hard.
My mind finds an answer, but I do not want to believe it. The only “Jones” I have heard of is the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Davy Jones. If that is where I am, then why am I here? Why in the world would Davy Jones take me aboard his ship? Everyone is to think that he would ignore every woman he came across because of the one who betrayed him long ago. But is that true? Did taking out his heart destroy all feelings? To me I think not. I do not believe that removing your heart will take away all feelings you do not want. It is only and organ. The heart does not control feelings. If he didn’t want to feel that way ever again, why didn’t he just remove his brain? That is where feelings and emotions are kept. Apparently he wasn’t thinking at the time.
Chapter Two
I Knew It
I must have dozed off a bit. The next thing I remember is waking up. But this time I can see more of the room. There is a table with papers scattered all over it. Next to that, there is a globe with marks here and there on it. I wonder what they are for. I suppose I will find out sooner or later since I am most likely to be on this ship for a while.
I prop myself up with my arms and look around some more. My eyes go straight to the little flickering locket I saw earlier. The more I look around the most I want to get up and walk. Stupid ankle. Why do I have to be hurt in some place I would really like to know where I am? Just my luck I guess.
My door is opened once again, and I lay back down. I hear the door shut, and then that awkward walk of the man again.
Before he has a chance to come too much closer to my bed, I ask something.
“When will I be able to see who you are?” This question surprises him because there is a long period of uncertain silence before he answers.
“I-I don’t know-uh.” He apparently likes to enhance his words with “uh” afterwards.
I prop myself up again and look in his direction. He is still out of the light, and not able to see very well.
“Why not now?” I ask calmly. He is quiet again.
“What is yer name missy?” He asks me. He is trying to change the subject. If he wants to do that, then let it be done. But I’m just going to take his subject change and add it to what I am trying to find out.
“If you want to know my name, or anything else about me for that matter, then you’re going to have to show me who you are first.” I finish and hear him give a sigh.
“I don’t think yer going to want to know that missy.” Why would he not want to show himself? The man who has rescued me.
I think of a good reason for him to show himself. “Yes, I do want to know. If I’m going to be on this ship, then sooner or later I will be seeing you. So why not show me now?”
“Because ye can just wait till that ‘later’ period.”
Another question comes to my mind. I think he’s getting annoyed with me asking so many. “Well, if you aren’t going to show yourself to me, then may I please be told what ship this is that I’m on?” By asking that, I may be able to figure out on my own who he is. Maybe even what he looks like.
He gives another sigh, and this time answers my question, but not before walking to the door, being careful of not to show himself to me. Opening the door, he quickly slips through and then says him answer. “The Flying Dutchman.” He shuts the door and walks away.
I knew it! I as right all along. Any that means…that this man who has rescued me is no other than Davy Jones himself. I have finally found out who my rescuer is. I suppose he will think I know what he looks like now. He should show himself to me sooner or later.
I realize why he said I could wait to see him until later. Because I have a hurt ankle, and therefore cannot run, he knew that I was frightened I could not get away if he showed himself. But what he doesn’t know is that I would have not been afraid. Others fear him with just he presence…but me mind is telling me something different. I feel no fear when he is around. I seem to feel for him. I feel as if something has happened to me in the past that is the same that had happened to him. My mind races to figure out what it is, but only gives me a headache in the process.
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Chapter Three
Memories
A few days have passed by now, and he still hasn’t shown himself to me. In fact, I haven’t heard him come in at all. He must come in when I’m asleep. But why? Doesn’t he know that telling me what ship this it, I would figure out who he is and exactly what he looks like? He should come through soon I suppose.
My ankle has let up on the pain a bit, and I am now able to walk around. But only slightly. If I stay on it too long, the pain increases and makes it so I must sit back down.
As I sit up in bed, I look around. I then think. If I can walk now, that means I can find out what that locket thing is. I bring my legs over the side of the bed and place them on the ground. Touching the ground feels strange to me. I haven’t been on it for a while and it will take some time getting used to it again.
My first few steps aren’t what you would call graceful. I soon get the hang of it, but there is a small limp from my ankle being wrapped up. Also from the sting it gives me. As I come closer to the locket, the organ it lays upon becomes more and more beautiful, and larger at that.
I finally reach the locket. It is not just a locket, but a music locket. I think to myself, ‘why would he have a locket?’ I decide to save that question from another time. I reach out my hand to the locket…
The door opens. I spin around fast, letting a loud gasp to escape my mouth. But I soon calm down when I realize it is just Davy. He hears where my gasp comes from, and knows that I am no longer in bed. That means when he comes I, he will be in full view, and I will be able to see him clearly.
I see him open the door, but close it slightly when he hears me.
“It you do not want me to look, I wont.” I turn around, back at the organ and locket. I hear the door close and his steps come in my direction. I fight the urge to look at him, but I want him to know that he can trust me.
The footsteps stop just shortly behind me. There is a strong silence. Neither of us knows what to say. It is a strange situation for him as it is for me. I finger the locket with my hand for a minute. He is the one to break the cold silence.
“What is yer name-uh?” He wants to know my name? Well then we’ll just go back to my little game.
I still stand with my back facing him, and say, “Well, once again. Show yourself if you want to know anything first.” As there was before, when he first asked me this question, straight silence. I sigh rather loudly. “You have already told me what ship this is. Do you not think I don’t know what you look like by now? Why don’t you want me to look? What don’t you want me to see?” I pause. “Are you afraid of how I will respond?” I still finger the locket while speaking. It reminds me of something. About the time when…
“I am not afraid-uh.” I can sense him giving a small grin. He continues on talking. “And I never said ye couldn’t look. I only said ye may not want to.” I bring a smile to me face now. He knows I would look at him sometime, no matter how hard he could try. I stop fiddling with the locket, and turn. When facing him, he neither hides nor tries to hide, like he did a few days ago. A big grin instantly hits my face when I see him.
His eyes are looking into my own. They are crystal blue, like the ocean on a sunny day. In a way, it makes me melt at the sight of them. Something about him makes him seem beautiful to me.
“See. That wasn’t that hard now was it?” I say in a childlike tone. This sends a smirk onto him.
He steps forward and sits on the organ bench. Without looking at me, he speaks.
“Now that ye see me, again,” He now looks at me. “What is yer name-uh? Or do ye even have a name, considering ye keep putting off actually telling me.” I smile at him. He seems to have a since of humor. I like that.
“Yes I have a name.” I move a little closer to him. I don’t want to sit down to him just yet. It might seem a tad bit awkward for him, seeing we haven’t really gotten to know each other rather well.
I look at him, still smiling, and say, “My name is Alyssa. But many people call me Ally for short.”
He still looks at me with his blue eyes. “It’s a nice name-uh.” I can see he is trying to be as nice as possible to me. I thank him for that. I don’t think he has been close to this nice in quite a few years. But I still like that fact that he is at least trying.
He switches subjects. Both of our eyes go to the locket at the same time. Slowly, he reaches out him right arm and grabs the locket. His tentacle finger wraps around its chain. He holds it up in front of me. It sways gently back and fourth by the rocking of the ship.
He calmly says to me while looking at the locket, “What does this remind ye of?” He looks at me suddenly. He gets a shocked look for a reply. Turning his eyes back to the locket, and then back at me.
“How did you know that it-?”
“I know everything that goes on, on this ship. Ye seemed very interested in it.” He motions for me to put my hands out. He drops in into my hands. “Why?” he asks.
I fiddle with it for a bit, and then sigh. “I guess it reminds me of the time…”
A nock comes at the door. We both turn to it.
“Sir, there a new one here.” I hear a crewmember say.
By the look on my face, he knows that I will tell him my story later. Right now he should go. He gets up from his seat and starts to hear for the door. Then I think.
“Wait!” I say quickly. He stops and turns. “Can I come? I haven’t been out in like a week.” I send a pleading puppy-dog look his way.
He laughs. “I’d like to say yes missy, but ye’d better stay here this time-uh.” He turns back to the door and exits. When the door is closed, I look back down at the locket I am still holding.
Memories fill my mind when holding this locket. But they are mainly bad memories. Things that I wish would just go away.
I decide to put the locket back where I first saw it lay. I then go back over to the bed and sit down. My leg it letting me its time to rest. I lie down and pull the covers over my head. I have nothing else to do except wait for him to let me out.
My eyelids slowly fall shut, and my ankle stops throbbing. The soft rocking of the ship quickly puts me to sleep. Tomorrow is another day to explore. But this time I will somehow try to get outside…without Davy finding out. And that may be a problem.
A blonde lady stands in front of me. I am not on the Dutchman, but on a dock near my house. This lady is looking at me with a frightened look, and I don’t know why. I look behind me and see that there is a man. He has a knife in his hand, and is staring right at me. Not I know why the lady looked so frightened. I turn away from the man and run, but it seems like I’m not going anywhere. I look behind me and see the man walking toward me. I am running, and he is just walking. Yet he is gaining speed on me. Getting closer and closer. I look at the lady and she reached out an arm. I reach out to her as well. I am so close, but I cannot reach her. She says something to me, but all I can see is her lips move with no sound. Then I look back behind me. The man is suddenly right at my side. The knife he has is in the air, the blade hitting the sun, and almost blinding me. He grabs me with his other arm. He has such a strong grip, I can’t get away no matter how hard I try. I look up…the blade comes down…
I scream as I wake up. My breathing is hard and my heart is racing. I then realize it was all just a dream. It is early in the morning now. Davy isn’t in the room I see. I wonder where he is, and what he is doing.
Almost as if on cue, the door opens, and Davy enters. The look of concern is on his face. At least he cares enough to check on me.
“What the hell? I could hear ye from all the way out there.” He smiles and shakes his head. “Ye sound like ye were stabbed-uh.” He is standing half way in the door and half way out.
I am still breathing hard as I sit up in bed. “Just…I nightmare.” I breathe.
“Care to share?” He asks.
I shrug my shoulders slightly and reply, “I may later.” He nods his head and begins to leave when I stop him. “What are you doing?”
He steps back in. “Just going over a course with one of the crewmembers.” He says it like its normal for everyone to do so.
I look at him with a shocked look. “This early in the morning? The sun isn’t even up!” All I get for a response is him smiling and a shrug of his shoulders. He then turns and leaves.
If he and the crew get up this early everyday, they’re going to have to get used to me. It’s only around five in the morning. I won’t be getting up for yet another few hours.
I give a sigh and fall back down. I make a thump as my head hits the pillow. My mind hurts. I know where that dream came from, but don’t know what brought it up. I guess you can’t always tell why a dream comes. All that I know, is that dream was something real for me.
Hope to see fee-backs on this! Constructive Critism is okay, but nothing real bad. (i've gotten flamers on this over at FanFiction.net *aka...FFN*)
Prolog
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I don’t know where I am. Everything is quiet and calm, but I can feel the sensation of a ship rocking slowly over small waves. My eyes do not open. My body lay stiff. There is a sharp pain in my right ankle. Or is it my left? I can’t tell. I don’t know what is going on, and it feels as if it’s all a dream. I hope it is. There is the sound of muffled voices coming from where I cannot tell. I want to look around, but I am afraid. I know I’m not where I usually am, and don’t know if I want to know where I am now. All I can do is lay here in this bed and wait till my eyes open.
Light comes into view as my eyes allow me to look around. Blurry at first, they soon focus. What my eyes look upon is unknown. It’s just light enough to see edges and outlines of objects, but dark as well. The pain in my ankle is still there, showing me that it wont be gone for quiet a while. I try to sit up in bed, but the pain forces me to stay down. I try to listen to what sounds I can hear. Waves, the never ending sound of waves. The sound of movement outside whatever room I am located in. Then another sound comes. The creek of a door opening. The door of where I am in.
Chapter One
Where Am I
The bright light fills the room as the door opens. It then fades away when the door is shut. I close my eyes and pretend I am still asleep. Maybe whoever it is will leave soon and I can then take a look at where I am. I hear footsteps come in the direction of me, but they are unlike any other footsteps I have ever heard before. One step is louder than the other, almost like a peg leg. They come closer and closer, and I can feel my body filling up with nerves. I try to stay calm. The footsteps stop by the bed. I can feel the eyes of this person looking down at me, which makes me feel even more nervous. I feel the person turn away, but accidentally touch the bed and sends a gasp from my mouth. They turn back around and stand close.
“Ah, so the lady is alive.” I hear a mans voice say. His voice has a Scottish accent. He knows I am awake now, so I cannot hide any longer. I open my eyes and look at the man in front of me. Since it is still dark, I cannot see him fully. All I see is that he looks strong, and taller than I am.
“W-w-where am I?” I stutter out my words. My voice is hoarse and is soar.
I hear the man give a short quiet laugh. “Ye will find that out in time.” He pauses before saying something else. “Your voice is hoarse. Ye need rest-uh.” He seems to care about me, but I don’t know if I can trust him. I can’t see what he looks like. Should I be afraid? Something inside me tells me I don’t have to be afraid. But how can I not be when I don’t know where the heck I am, and don’t know what this man looks like or who he is? I have no way of escaping right now because of my ankle. So all I can do is trust this man. I hope I can.
I nod my head slightly. He turns away from the bed again and this time leaves. When he opens the door, the light shines upon him. I try to get a glance of him, but I am not quick enough. He shuts the door behind him before I can see him. I will have to wait to see this man who has taken me aboard his ship.
Walking around will do me no good with this ankle. I looked down at it and see that it is wrapped. Somebody, I don’t know who, is taking care of me. Probably this man I do not know. My eyes look up from my leg and search the room. The light is still dim, but my eyes have gotten better from that short time ago. They can see things better. I don’t see much, but one thing I notice right away is an organ. On the opposite side of the room from me. It’s large, and to me seems beautiful. I have never seen anything like it before. There is something else I see. Something next to the organ.
There. I see it. A small flicker of light. What is it? It’s small and looks like a music box. I want to get up to see it more closely, but my ankle can’t support me. If only I wasn’t hurt. I could walk around and see things. There has to be something I can see that will tell me where I am. I know that I am on a ship. I know that the man who has saved me is probably the captain. But what ship is this? How can I tell when no light is strong enough to let me see?
I hear something. It is the sound of a mad voice. Something has happened outside my door, and another is yelling.
“Jones will not be happy ‘bout this!” I hear someone yell.
Jones. Where have I heard that before? My mind thinks hard.
My mind finds an answer, but I do not want to believe it. The only “Jones” I have heard of is the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Davy Jones. If that is where I am, then why am I here? Why in the world would Davy Jones take me aboard his ship? Everyone is to think that he would ignore every woman he came across because of the one who betrayed him long ago. But is that true? Did taking out his heart destroy all feelings? To me I think not. I do not believe that removing your heart will take away all feelings you do not want. It is only and organ. The heart does not control feelings. If he didn’t want to feel that way ever again, why didn’t he just remove his brain? That is where feelings and emotions are kept. Apparently he wasn’t thinking at the time.
Chapter Two
I Knew It
I must have dozed off a bit. The next thing I remember is waking up. But this time I can see more of the room. There is a table with papers scattered all over it. Next to that, there is a globe with marks here and there on it. I wonder what they are for. I suppose I will find out sooner or later since I am most likely to be on this ship for a while.
I prop myself up with my arms and look around some more. My eyes go straight to the little flickering locket I saw earlier. The more I look around the most I want to get up and walk. Stupid ankle. Why do I have to be hurt in some place I would really like to know where I am? Just my luck I guess.
My door is opened once again, and I lay back down. I hear the door shut, and then that awkward walk of the man again.
Before he has a chance to come too much closer to my bed, I ask something.
“When will I be able to see who you are?” This question surprises him because there is a long period of uncertain silence before he answers.
“I-I don’t know-uh.” He apparently likes to enhance his words with “uh” afterwards.
I prop myself up again and look in his direction. He is still out of the light, and not able to see very well.
“Why not now?” I ask calmly. He is quiet again.
“What is yer name missy?” He asks me. He is trying to change the subject. If he wants to do that, then let it be done. But I’m just going to take his subject change and add it to what I am trying to find out.
“If you want to know my name, or anything else about me for that matter, then you’re going to have to show me who you are first.” I finish and hear him give a sigh.
“I don’t think yer going to want to know that missy.” Why would he not want to show himself? The man who has rescued me.
I think of a good reason for him to show himself. “Yes, I do want to know. If I’m going to be on this ship, then sooner or later I will be seeing you. So why not show me now?”
“Because ye can just wait till that ‘later’ period.”
Another question comes to my mind. I think he’s getting annoyed with me asking so many. “Well, if you aren’t going to show yourself to me, then may I please be told what ship this is that I’m on?” By asking that, I may be able to figure out on my own who he is. Maybe even what he looks like.
He gives another sigh, and this time answers my question, but not before walking to the door, being careful of not to show himself to me. Opening the door, he quickly slips through and then says him answer. “The Flying Dutchman.” He shuts the door and walks away.
I knew it! I as right all along. Any that means…that this man who has rescued me is no other than Davy Jones himself. I have finally found out who my rescuer is. I suppose he will think I know what he looks like now. He should show himself to me sooner or later.
I realize why he said I could wait to see him until later. Because I have a hurt ankle, and therefore cannot run, he knew that I was frightened I could not get away if he showed himself. But what he doesn’t know is that I would have not been afraid. Others fear him with just he presence…but me mind is telling me something different. I feel no fear when he is around. I seem to feel for him. I feel as if something has happened to me in the past that is the same that had happened to him. My mind races to figure out what it is, but only gives me a headache in the process.
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Chapter Three
Memories
A few days have passed by now, and he still hasn’t shown himself to me. In fact, I haven’t heard him come in at all. He must come in when I’m asleep. But why? Doesn’t he know that telling me what ship this it, I would figure out who he is and exactly what he looks like? He should come through soon I suppose.
My ankle has let up on the pain a bit, and I am now able to walk around. But only slightly. If I stay on it too long, the pain increases and makes it so I must sit back down.
As I sit up in bed, I look around. I then think. If I can walk now, that means I can find out what that locket thing is. I bring my legs over the side of the bed and place them on the ground. Touching the ground feels strange to me. I haven’t been on it for a while and it will take some time getting used to it again.
My first few steps aren’t what you would call graceful. I soon get the hang of it, but there is a small limp from my ankle being wrapped up. Also from the sting it gives me. As I come closer to the locket, the organ it lays upon becomes more and more beautiful, and larger at that.
I finally reach the locket. It is not just a locket, but a music locket. I think to myself, ‘why would he have a locket?’ I decide to save that question from another time. I reach out my hand to the locket…
The door opens. I spin around fast, letting a loud gasp to escape my mouth. But I soon calm down when I realize it is just Davy. He hears where my gasp comes from, and knows that I am no longer in bed. That means when he comes I, he will be in full view, and I will be able to see him clearly.
I see him open the door, but close it slightly when he hears me.
“It you do not want me to look, I wont.” I turn around, back at the organ and locket. I hear the door close and his steps come in my direction. I fight the urge to look at him, but I want him to know that he can trust me.
The footsteps stop just shortly behind me. There is a strong silence. Neither of us knows what to say. It is a strange situation for him as it is for me. I finger the locket with my hand for a minute. He is the one to break the cold silence.
“What is yer name-uh?” He wants to know my name? Well then we’ll just go back to my little game.
I still stand with my back facing him, and say, “Well, once again. Show yourself if you want to know anything first.” As there was before, when he first asked me this question, straight silence. I sigh rather loudly. “You have already told me what ship this is. Do you not think I don’t know what you look like by now? Why don’t you want me to look? What don’t you want me to see?” I pause. “Are you afraid of how I will respond?” I still finger the locket while speaking. It reminds me of something. About the time when…
“I am not afraid-uh.” I can sense him giving a small grin. He continues on talking. “And I never said ye couldn’t look. I only said ye may not want to.” I bring a smile to me face now. He knows I would look at him sometime, no matter how hard he could try. I stop fiddling with the locket, and turn. When facing him, he neither hides nor tries to hide, like he did a few days ago. A big grin instantly hits my face when I see him.
His eyes are looking into my own. They are crystal blue, like the ocean on a sunny day. In a way, it makes me melt at the sight of them. Something about him makes him seem beautiful to me.
“See. That wasn’t that hard now was it?” I say in a childlike tone. This sends a smirk onto him.
He steps forward and sits on the organ bench. Without looking at me, he speaks.
“Now that ye see me, again,” He now looks at me. “What is yer name-uh? Or do ye even have a name, considering ye keep putting off actually telling me.” I smile at him. He seems to have a since of humor. I like that.
“Yes I have a name.” I move a little closer to him. I don’t want to sit down to him just yet. It might seem a tad bit awkward for him, seeing we haven’t really gotten to know each other rather well.
I look at him, still smiling, and say, “My name is Alyssa. But many people call me Ally for short.”
He still looks at me with his blue eyes. “It’s a nice name-uh.” I can see he is trying to be as nice as possible to me. I thank him for that. I don’t think he has been close to this nice in quite a few years. But I still like that fact that he is at least trying.
He switches subjects. Both of our eyes go to the locket at the same time. Slowly, he reaches out him right arm and grabs the locket. His tentacle finger wraps around its chain. He holds it up in front of me. It sways gently back and fourth by the rocking of the ship.
He calmly says to me while looking at the locket, “What does this remind ye of?” He looks at me suddenly. He gets a shocked look for a reply. Turning his eyes back to the locket, and then back at me.
“How did you know that it-?”
“I know everything that goes on, on this ship. Ye seemed very interested in it.” He motions for me to put my hands out. He drops in into my hands. “Why?” he asks.
I fiddle with it for a bit, and then sigh. “I guess it reminds me of the time…”
A nock comes at the door. We both turn to it.
“Sir, there a new one here.” I hear a crewmember say.
By the look on my face, he knows that I will tell him my story later. Right now he should go. He gets up from his seat and starts to hear for the door. Then I think.
“Wait!” I say quickly. He stops and turns. “Can I come? I haven’t been out in like a week.” I send a pleading puppy-dog look his way.
He laughs. “I’d like to say yes missy, but ye’d better stay here this time-uh.” He turns back to the door and exits. When the door is closed, I look back down at the locket I am still holding.
Memories fill my mind when holding this locket. But they are mainly bad memories. Things that I wish would just go away.
I decide to put the locket back where I first saw it lay. I then go back over to the bed and sit down. My leg it letting me its time to rest. I lie down and pull the covers over my head. I have nothing else to do except wait for him to let me out.
My eyelids slowly fall shut, and my ankle stops throbbing. The soft rocking of the ship quickly puts me to sleep. Tomorrow is another day to explore. But this time I will somehow try to get outside…without Davy finding out. And that may be a problem.
A blonde lady stands in front of me. I am not on the Dutchman, but on a dock near my house. This lady is looking at me with a frightened look, and I don’t know why. I look behind me and see that there is a man. He has a knife in his hand, and is staring right at me. Not I know why the lady looked so frightened. I turn away from the man and run, but it seems like I’m not going anywhere. I look behind me and see the man walking toward me. I am running, and he is just walking. Yet he is gaining speed on me. Getting closer and closer. I look at the lady and she reached out an arm. I reach out to her as well. I am so close, but I cannot reach her. She says something to me, but all I can see is her lips move with no sound. Then I look back behind me. The man is suddenly right at my side. The knife he has is in the air, the blade hitting the sun, and almost blinding me. He grabs me with his other arm. He has such a strong grip, I can’t get away no matter how hard I try. I look up…the blade comes down…
I scream as I wake up. My breathing is hard and my heart is racing. I then realize it was all just a dream. It is early in the morning now. Davy isn’t in the room I see. I wonder where he is, and what he is doing.
Almost as if on cue, the door opens, and Davy enters. The look of concern is on his face. At least he cares enough to check on me.
“What the hell? I could hear ye from all the way out there.” He smiles and shakes his head. “Ye sound like ye were stabbed-uh.” He is standing half way in the door and half way out.
I am still breathing hard as I sit up in bed. “Just…I nightmare.” I breathe.
“Care to share?” He asks.
I shrug my shoulders slightly and reply, “I may later.” He nods his head and begins to leave when I stop him. “What are you doing?”
He steps back in. “Just going over a course with one of the crewmembers.” He says it like its normal for everyone to do so.
I look at him with a shocked look. “This early in the morning? The sun isn’t even up!” All I get for a response is him smiling and a shrug of his shoulders. He then turns and leaves.
If he and the crew get up this early everyday, they’re going to have to get used to me. It’s only around five in the morning. I won’t be getting up for yet another few hours.
I give a sigh and fall back down. I make a thump as my head hits the pillow. My mind hurts. I know where that dream came from, but don’t know what brought it up. I guess you can’t always tell why a dream comes. All that I know, is that dream was something real for me.