7.25.2011

Chapter 27

Putting Together a Plan

 Justin took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the Brentlyn estate. It was a while before the door finally opened to reveal a haggard looking Aradon.
His face lit up slightly when he saw Justin. “Sir. It is good to see you.”
“Hello, Aradon. May we come in?” Justin asked, indicating Maath and Namid, who stood behind him.
“Of course. The Lady Jada is in the parlor with Lady Emalia. The will both be glad to see you.” He turned and immediately led the way into the parlor.
“My Ladies, may I present Captain Justin and Sirs Maath and Namid.”
“Justin?” A rather weak looking Jada asked, looking up.
“Hello, Aunt Jada.”
“Justin!” Aunt Jada launched herself off the coach and at Justin, moving as fast as she could, which for a lady her age was pretty good. As soon as his arms closed around her, the woman began to cry.
Justin’s eyes grew wide and he looked at Emalia, who still sat on the couch, a sleeping Rosalyse laying next to her. She only gave him a sad smile.
“We have been so worried, Justin, and it has been so hard,” she whispered.
“Justin!” Aunt Jada wailed, “You have to find them! You have to bring my family back to me!”
“I will, Aunt Jada. They are my family too. We are going after them.”
Aunt Jada calmed down and stepped away, but kept her hands on his arms. “I knew you would. Leon found you? That is why you are here?”
“He found us. But it would help if you could tell us what happened again. Are you able to do that?” Justin was scared the elderly woman would fall apart on him again.
“Of course! Anything that will help!” She took his hand and led him over to the couch forcing him to sit beside her. “Now, let’s see. Kiliki, Emilia, and I had gone shopping and the girls went out horse riding with Tadi. It had rained later, and the children came in soaked. We all ended up going to sleep early after the long day. I was exhausted and I slept completely through the night. I guess I woke up late that day, but not by very much. When I got downstairs, Alicia and Aradon said the others weren’t up yet, it was unusual, but not unheard of. It was a couple hours later that I sent Alicia to check on them.” Aunt Jada had to pause as she choked up. Justin took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She clung to it as she continued her story. “They were gone. All of them. Their beds had been slept in, but they were gone. Some of the things in here had been disturbed, so Evyn thinks they were held here for a time. They must have threatened Adem or Dabria for Tommy to leave without fighting.”
“Did they leave anything behind? Did anyone hear anything else?” Justin questioned.
Aunt Jada shook her head. “No. The servants had all left and we searched everywhere, but can’t find anything.”
“Okay. Well, we are pretty sure we know who did it. So, we will see if we can get the direction he took and then we will bring them back,” Justin assured her.
“Wait, how do you know?” Emalia asked.
“There is a pirate with a ship called The Dandy. He has been a real problem for me. We believe he was after me only until he realized I wasn’t the Black Panther. Then he turned his attention to figuring out who Tommy was and where he was. He’s been at it for years, so he is dedicated and probably out for revenge,” Justin described.
“Oh!” Aunt Jada gasped. “He will stop at nothing then! They are in such danger!”
“Not for long, Aunt Jada. We will rescue them.”
“You better, young man!” Aunt Jada exclaimed. “You rescue them and then you give that pirate a good taste of his own medicine!”
Justin laughed. “We will.”
“Thank you, Justin. It is good to know you are going after them. Evyn is so torn having to stay here and yet desperately wanting to go,” Emalia said.
“I can understand that. Let him know we are going after them and we won’t be alone. I’m going to get a message to Tristen and I have another captain friend, Conlan, who will be joining us as well.”
“Oh, thank God,” Emalia whispered gratefully.
“We will pray you are surrounded by protection and are successful.” Aunt Jada looked up to Maath and Namid to include them as well.
The two men nodded their thanks.
“Thank you, Aunt Jada,” Justin replied. “Where is Salena?”
“She has been having a very hard time. I believe Tadi took her down to the lake. He has been wonderful to her through all of this,” Emalia responded.
“I will head down to see her before I leave. I want her to know I’m going.” Justin rose from his seat.
“Thank you. She would be grateful.” Aunt Jada smiled.
Justin glanced at Namid and Maath. “Stay here, maybe search around a bit. I’ll be back soon and we will head out.”
The men nodded and Justin left as the two sat down and began to speak with the women. Justin was quick to find a horse and saddle him for the short trip to the lake. It wasn’t long before he saw it come into view. Salena and Tadi’s horses were grazing by the tree, although he didn’t see the two youths.
“Salena!” He called out as he got closer.
A head quickly appeared down by the lake and a second followed. Justin called again and waved. Salena quickly waved back and began to move towards him, Tadi following.
“Captain Justin! You are here!” She exclaimed as he pulled his horse to a stop and jumped down.
“Salena, are you okay?” He asked moving to stand in front of her.
“No, not really. I am so worried. I don’t know what to do and I can’t help!” Salena sounded close to tears. Tadi put a hand on her shoulder, but Justin did more, pulling her into a hug.
“I know, but I wanted to come to tell you that I’m leaving to go get them.”
“Get them?” She asked, looking up at him. “Do you know where they are?”
“Not yet, but I know who took them. And I think I can get some leads at the docks. All I really need is a direction to start in. I will find them.”
“Who is it?” Salena asked, stepping out of his arms and wiping her face with her hand.
“Do you remember the ship that was following us? The one that I was so concerned about?” Justin asked.
“Of course.” Salena nodded.
“He took them and he is going to regret it,” Justin avowed.
“Do you think… I mean, are they still….?” She didn’t look like she was going to be able to finish the sentence.
“I don’t think he has killed them, Salena. He’s worked too hard to get them. You have to believe that we are going to get them and they will be fine.”
“But Bree can get so sick,” she whispered.
“Then you should be ready to help her as soon as I bring her back. Have everything ready. I’ll bring her home,” Justin’s voice was full of the conviction he felt. He would not allow anything happen to the girl he now knew he loved.
“Thank you, Justin. Please, be careful,” Salena pleaded, her eyes showed hope for the first time.
He smiled at her. “I always am. We will be back soon.”
Salena smiled then gave him a hug. “We will be ready and waiting.”
He hugged her back then turned to jump on the horse. He glanced at Tadi once he was seated. “You take good care of Salena while I’m gone. If anything happens to her, I’m holding you responsible. Help her.”
Tadi nodded solemnly, but grinned. “Yes, sir!”
Justin nodded. “I won’t be coming back till I have her, but I’ll see you both when I do.”
With that, he rode off. He had needed to see for himself that Salena was okay, but now that he knew for sure she was in good hands, he was anxious to head to the dock and gather the information he needed. It was time to go get his girl.

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“Are you sure?” Justin asked the small boy yet again. “It was a long time ago.”
The boy, who couldn’t have been more than nine, nodded his head vigorously. “Yes, sir. It wasn’t that long, I don’t think, and he was real mean. Wouldn’t give me ‘nuthin. I hadn’t eaten at all. But he got in that really big ship and he took them with him. And they went that-away.” He waved his hand in the general direction of southeast.
“But it was dark. How did you see them?” Maath questioned, more gently then Justin.
The boy looked highly indignant. “There was a big moon!”
Maath chuckled and Justin nodded. “Okay, then. He’s headed southeast. I need a map. Maath, give the boy a reward.”
“Anything particular?” Maath asked.
“Whatever the kid wants,” Justin replied, taking time to smile down at him. “Thank you.”
The boy grinned. “Yes sir! Are you a real captain?”
“I am,” Justin replied, before starting to walk away.
Maath knelt before the boy and said, “Come on, we will grab you some food and I will tell you a story of the great Falconer.”
“The Falconer? Whoa!” Justin heard the boy explain and it made him smile briefly for a moment. It was nice to have a recognized name. He had worked hard for it and finally people knew him well and respected him.
He made his way quickly back to the ship and motioned Namid to join him as soon as his feet landed on the deck. Immediately, Namid called over a sailor to take his place as guard and followed his captain into the Great Cabin. Justin pulled out his map of Zerlinda.
“He went southeast. He wouldn’t believe anyone is tracking him yet. I think he headed straight for his destination,” Justin informed Namid while finding Triger.
“I agree. He has waited all this time. I think he would be anxious to start his plans for them,” Namid replied, studying the map as well.
Justin traced a finger straight from Trigger southeast. The closest large city was the capital Poole, but he wouldn’t be somewhere with too many officials. Instead, he followed around the land and traced down past a large island into an area of several smaller islands.
“There,” he said.
“You sure?” Namid asked.
Justin nodded. “Out of the way, off the trade routes, on the other side of Burna, and too far removed for the government to really care. They’d rather forget that area even exists. No one is going there unless by mistake, so no one to disturb you. He’s there.”
Namid looked at the map a little longer. “I’ll plot the course.”
“Good. We leave as soon as Maath arrives back.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
“Send Inu to leave word for Conlan. I want to get a message out to Tristen as well. He should know about Tommy and we can use all the help we can get.”
“I’ll see to it. Last I heard he was over at Shaphan. We should be able to get word to him easily enough across land.”
“Fine. I’ll join you on deck soon.”
“Aye, Cap,” Namid replied before leaving the room and yelling Inu’s name.
“We are coming, Pixie. Hang on. I’m coming,” Justin whispered to the air.

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“Visitor aboard!” The call came from the deck and Justin frowned in his cabin. They were supposed to be setting sail, not accepting visitors. Who had let anyone on his ship?
He moved quickly to the door and up the steps, all the while contemplating whether or not to throw the crew member overboard. The thought flew from his head at the sight of his visitor.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked incredulously. “You are not supposed to be here.”
“You said you knew who they were! They want revenge and they are not coming back! I’m going. End of argument!” Evyn spouted, from his rather firm stance on the deck of The Guardian Star.
“Did Emalia approve of this?” Justin asked, still very suspicion. He didn’t need Emalia taking his head off when they got back because he had allowed her husband to come along. On the other hand, that was something Kiliki would do and not Emalia.
“She knows, Justin. It’s killing me to be at home. Tommy gave everything for me. It’s only because of him that I got Kiliki back. I will not lose her again or him to some stupid idiotic pirate out for pathetic need for revenge.” Evyn crossed his arms and didn’t move.
Justin shrugged. “Hey, I’m not shoving away free help. Welcome back aboard The Guardian Star.”
Immediately, Evyn relaxed. “Thank you.”
Justin put out his hand and the two shook. “Let’s go get our family.”
“Right!”

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“That’s it! Both of you down below now!” Maath ordered loudly.
Both Justin and Evyn turned to look at him, as did all the crew in hearing range. Justin moved from the port side and Evyn from the starboard side to stand in front of Maath.
“What are you talking about?” Justin asked, indignantly.
“You have both been pacing the decks for hours! You’re spooking the crew,” Maath exclaimed exasperated, although he did lower his voice a little.
“We should have been there by now!” Evyn protested.
“We aren’t even positive where ‘there’ is! And it is not the crew’s fault we were hit by that massive storm,” Maath replied.
“We lost days!” Justin protested this time.
“Look, we are doing the best we can. Your pacing and frantic attitudes are not helping any.”
“We’re not frantic,” Justin muttered.
Maath snorted. “Get your butts off this deck and into the Great Cabin. You can be not frantic in there. When we get close, we will let you know.”
“That could be another couple of days!” Evyn exclaimed.
“That is highly probable,” Namid spoke up from the wheel, where he had obviously been enjoying the conversation. “But at least the rest of us will have some peace while we get us there as fast as we can.”
“I can’t believe I’m being kicked off my own deck!” Justin shook his head in amazement.
“Believe it and move,” Maath replied, not backing down.
“Fine, we have plans we need to make any way!” Justin shot back. “Come on, Evyn.”
Evyn practically pouted the whole way to the Great Cabin, but he followed Justin anyway. Justin let them in and promptly headed to the wall, where he pulled off the large chart of the area and spread it over his desk.
“Come on. We’ll go other this again.”
Evyn groaned. “We’ve been over it! I just want to get there!”
“You and me both,” Justin replied, as he smoothed the map down. “The area has one larger island and six smaller ones. I don’t think he’s on the larger of them. It’s too close to Burna and any route to get to it. The smaller ones are more likely.”
“Six is a lot to search through and they aren’t all that close together,” Evyn pointed out.
“Right, not only that, but we sail right up to the wrong one and we lose any surprise element we have. This captain is ruthless to have planned this far. He’ll kill them if he thinks he has too.”
“Which means only a surprise attack is going to work. We’ll have to search the islands under cover of night and with small crews.”
“We have four long boats we can spare. If we sent each to an island with a crew of six, we’d still have to wait for two crews to finish in order to search the other two.”
“That’s going to take a lot longer than we want,” Evyn said, discouragement in his voice.
“I know, but we’ve no choice. We are racing against time, but if we lose that surprise, we’ll lose them for sure,” Justin’s replied logically, thought he felt is stomach tighten at the words he spoke.
“We can’t let that happen,” Evyn muttered.
“We won’t,” Justin assured him.
“When are the others getting here?” Evyn questioned.
Justin shrugged, sitting in his chair. “Tristen was at Shaphan. If we got word to him before he let the port, he is likely to make faster time then Conlan who was following us. But even so, they could be days or a week away. And that storm could have hit them too.”
“I hate being patient. It’s the one virtue I can’t stand!” Evyn dropped himself into the green chair.
A knock on the door paused the conversation and a crew member came in with some hot tea. “Namid said you requested this, Captain.”
Justin nodded and motioned to the table. He had done no such thing, but apparently Namid thought it would help. Evyn let out a loud laugh as soon as the crew member had gone.
“Same old Maath and Namid I see.”
Justin heaved a snort, but took one of the cups. “Oh no. They are much worse.”
Evyn shrugged and got up to get his own cup. “They care.”
“They meddle. It’s worse than having two mothers on board.”
Evyn laughed so hard, that his tea spilt and he let out a yelp when the hot liquid burned his hand. Quickly, he moved the cup to his other hand and vigorously shook the burnt one. “Ow!”
Justin put his cup back on the table. “Maybe I’ll let it cool for a bit first. Let’s talk strategy for breaching the island.”
“That’s going to depend on what island it is.”
“Yes, but meanwhile it will give us some options and keep my mind busy.”
“Good point,” Evyn responded as the two got back to work.

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“Ship off the port bow,” the call came from the crow’s nest.
“Finally!” Evyn exclaimed as he leapt to the port side of the ship and leaned over the rail, straining to see.
“We don’t even know who it is,” Justin cautioned as he moved towards his friend and pulled out his spyglass.
“Either it’s a friend and we are in good shape or we run out the cannons and start firing.” Evyn submitted his plan.
“Why are we firing?” Justin asked, putting the spyglass up to his eye.
“They aren’t friends,” was the quick reply.
Justin laughed, even as he silently agreed. Not that the ship deserved to be hit, put it would release some of the heightened tension of waiting. He looked through the glass and waited for the ship to turn. He saw it dip its colors, but he had to wait longer for the name on the side to come into view. “The Dragon,” he breathed with relief.
“Tristen.” Evyn grinned.
“They must have been able to get a message to him at Shaphan,” Justin responded, before turning around. “Maath! Dip colors!”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” Maath replied, before loudly repeating the command to the deck below.
The colors of The Guardian Star dipped and The Dragon altered course slightly to intercept their path. Moments later, Tristen stood before them.
“It is good to see you again, Justin, Evyn.” Tristen smiled.
“You too. How have you been?” Justin asked, as Evyn nodded his own greeting.
“I was doing great until I got your message. Business is booming. I hear your half to thank for that, hitting ships like mad.”
Justin casually shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what I do.”
“So, what is really going on? Your message was cryptic, but I got the ‘get here now’ part,” Tristen spoke in a half-amused voice.
“Tommy’s family was taken, Tommy, Kiliki, their son, and Kiliki’s sister, Dabria. The man is captain of The Dandy. He’s been following me, but his real target was the Black Panther. He’s out for revenge,” Justin filled him in.
“Short version. Good. So, what’s the plan?” Tristen asked, looking focused rather than amused now.
“We go in and get them out,” Evyn replied firmly.
Tristen shook his head.”That sounds awful familiar. Haven’t we done this before?”
Justin smiled, but it was grim. “You’ve tried rescuing a whole family from a vengeful pirate before?”
“Whole family, no. That will make it trickier.”
“It will be worse if they’ve been split up or Dabria is sick,” Justin replied.
“Let’s figure they are both going to happen,” Tristen decided.
Justin sighed. “Not good, but your right, we’ve tried to plan for everything.”
“All right, walk me through it.”
“Let’s head to the Great Cabin,” Justin replied, leading the way. “Now that you’re here we can send more people to cover the islands when we get there. Hopefully, Conlan arrives soon. Once he’s here, and we know where to go, we’ll launch.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Tristen approved.
“Let’s hope it is really that smooth,” Evyn muttered darkly as the three entered the Great Cabin and closed the door behind them.

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It had been two days since the long boats had gone out and so far, only one had returned with a negative report. The news was discouraging, but not unexpected. Justin had figured their target would have picked one of the further islands to store his hostages. Still, it meant more waiting and Justin’s patience was as thin as Evyn’s.
“Ship off port bow!” The call came from the crow’s nest.
Either this was Conlan or it was trouble. Justin went to the port side and pulled out his spyglass. The ship in question was hugging the side of the coast and disappearing in and out of the fog of the area. Discovering the area was in a semi permanent type of fog had been a blessing. The only reason The Guardian Star and The Dragon hadn’t been spotted was because they had pulled into a tree shielded cove, just the right size for two hulking ships or three slightly smaller ships. The ship flew no flag to identify itself.
“Sir?” Maath asked, coming to his side.
“I’m thinking it is Conlan. I don’t think the captain of The Dandy would lower his pride enough to lower his flag even if he is in hiding,” Justin surmised.
“Fair enough, Captain.”
The two waited and watched the ship. It was almost on top of them before they were able to make out the name of Hero’s Choice.
“Conlan,” Maath said.
“Hail him and guide him into the cove,” Justin commanded.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Maath replied, before turning and giving out commands to the crew. It was only a matter of time before Conlan stood before Justin. The two friends gripped hands.
“Any news?” Conlan asked, getting straight to business.
“We sent out scout ships, but so far nothing. I’m thinking he is on one of the further islands. We’ve been planning out our strategy with Tristen. I can bring you up to speed and then we do the worst part,” Justin allowed his voice to trail off.
“We wait,” Conlan supplied.
“Yeah, as if we haven’t done way too much of that already,” Justin muttered.

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Justin walked up to the railing where Evyn was leaning over on it, looking as if he was pondering jumping overboard. He took up a position beside his friend and the two were silent for a moment, each in their own thoughts.
“Two ships left out there. He has to be on one of those islands,” Evyn finally muttered.
“And if he’s not, then we’ve been waiting precious time they don’t have,” Justin replied, sullenly.
“True. That’s why I can’t stop praying. I get this feeling that if we don’t find and stop this here, we will reap the consequences for the rest of our lives.”
“What do you mean?” Justin asked, speculatively. “You think he will come after them again?”
“I don’t know. But whatever is about to happen on those islands is going to change us forever. So much could go wrong,” Evyn muttered, shaking his head. “We are going into this blind. Only God knows what is really going on. If we don’t give Him control of all this, we are going to lose.”
Justin felt the familiar ball of lead in his stomach at the over talked about topic. “God got them into this mess,” he muttered darkly.
Evyn’s breathing slowed for a moment, before he finally asked without looking at Justin, “How so?”
“They trust Him for everything! They trusted him to protect them. He let them down.”
Evyn nodded. “I can see how that is one way to look at it. I did for many weeks. I was so angry that God would allow this to happen to us when we have given so much to live for Him.”
“Was?” Justin questioned.
“Yeah. I’m not pretending I know God’s plan, but I know He guides us and is in control. Why ever this happened, God needed it too. He needed my family to be here for some reason. I don’t like it and I don’t understand it, but there is one thing I’ve learned about my life with God.”
“What is that?” Justin asked when Evyn paused.
“His plans are never for the single life, but for the good life of many. He wants us to be a part of those plans,” Evyn turned to face Justin. “But when we refuse, His plans will still be accomplished. We will just not have the blessing of being a part of what He wanted for us.”
“His plans are causing you pain! You gave Him control and He had your family kidnapped! How is that a blessing?” Justin spouted.
“Justin, you are looking at this from your own point of view only. Yes, my family is the catalyst here, but they are not the only ones involved. God sees the bigger picture that we cannot. Sometimes we go through pain as part of God’s plan, not because He doesn’t love us, but because it is the only way we are willing to learn the lesson He has for us. Lessons for my family and those around us.”
“What lesson could all of you possibly learn through this, besides that God’s control stinks?” Justin demanded.
“Not just us, Justin. You too. You’re involved as well. Maybe God is also trying to tell you something.”
“What does he want with me?” Justin asked, confused and taken back. He had figured this from the family’s point of view, but how was he involved in the spiritual stuff? He didn’t care about that.
“I don’t know. I’m not you. Maybe He wants you to listen and see a truth you keep denying.” Evyn spoke, but his voice was very different from normal.
“That sounded too idealistic for you,” Justin muttered.
Evyn chuckled. “Yeah, it does. Doesn’t make it less true though. You keep mentioning control. Maybe you should think about that before you set foot onto that island. I don’t know why my family is involved, what lessons we need to learn, or who we can better help from going through this. But God allowed it to happen, because He wants us to be a part of His plan. True, that causes pain now, but if we follow Him, the reward will be much greater. He has promised that as well. The same goes for you. You always have the choice to follow God or not, Justin. You can be a part of His plan and give him control of yourself and the outcome, or you can go it alone. The cost will be great, but it is your choice.”
A large wave hit the side of the ship and caused the two companions to look up. Coming towards, but still at a distance were two long boats. One of the longboats was waving a green flag.
“They found him,” Justin whispered.
Evyn nodded and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s always been your choice, Justin. God will not force your hand. But choice wisely. You may only have one chance.”
Justin stayed silent as Evyn squeezed his shoulder slightly then walked away to give the others the news. However, the young captain didn’t move. God’s plan, but his choice. Could he really give it all up for a God he barely knew, but seemed to control so much around him? Evyn was right about one thing, Justin thought. The time to make the choice was upon him. It was time to go ashore and save his family.

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7.16.2011

Chapter 26

Seeking out Truth


“Take her, boys!” Justin yelled to his joyous crew.
The crew members hooped and hollered as they waved their weapons and vaulted over to the side of the ship and onto their prey. The pirate ship currently attached to their side must have just taken another vessel, because they had been weighed down far beyond normal. It was easy to overtake them and after the mast repair that had been made to their own ship, they had needed the score.
The crew whooped and the sounds of battle rang as the opposing crew tried to protect their hard stolen treasure. Justin smiled as he watched. Normally, he would join in, but for the moment he was content to let his crew have their vengeance on the ship’s crew. They were as frustrated as he was that they could not take out their frustrations on their true target. But they payment here would help ease the pain. The sounds of the battle slowly died and Maath approached.
“We have them,” he said needlessly.
Justin laughed. “Not that it was hard. They barely put up a fight.”
“Our men needed the release from all that’s happened. Too bad for them it was their ship.”
“Apparently, they deserved it. What was in the hold?”
“Everything. They must have hit one of the king’s vessels.”
“He was transporting things again? What for this time?”
“Who knows, but we just made him rich again.”
Justin laughed. “Not that he will ever know it. We will have to head to a closer port than we planned. We can’t carry this for long. We are vulnerable ourselves and who knows what’s going on with The Dandy. We can’t be caught like that again.”
“Agreed. Should we put into Dietrick, then?”
“Good enough. Make sure the king gets at least some of his wealth back. The rest distribute to the merchants as normal. It will end back up in his treasury soon enough.”
Maath laughed. “Aye, aye, Captain.” He paused for a moment. “About The Dandy...”
Justin shook his head. “There is nothing. We are not sure where he headed, but we know he is planning on getting revenge against the Black Panther. The latest attack is the most strange, but other than warn Tommy again, I’m not sure we can do more.”
“Do you think it involves the Black Panther rather than the Falconer?”
“It always has. I wanted to deal with it for him, but lately I’ve been thinking that isn’t going to be possible.”
“Tommy left all this for Kiliki and his family,” Maath said thoughtfully.
“I know. That’s why I wanted to take care of it without him, but this last attack… something is happening and it’s happening now. He needs to know.”
“So, that’s why we’ve been heading in Triger’s direction.”
Justin nodded. “I talked to Namid about it the other day. I’d feel better if we at least checked in on them.”
“Agreed. I’ll find Namid and change our course slightly.”
“Did they finish the brand?”
“I’ll check,” Maath responded.
“Good. Once we have everything transferred, we will move out.”
“Sounds good, Captain.”
Maath moved to the stairs and Justin sighed. Back to Triger was not in the original plan, but Justin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong. He didn’t want to see Dabria so soon, if she hadn’t already left with her new fiancée, but he had to get to Tommy. His conscious wouldn’t rest until he did.

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“Captain! We are being hailed!” The words accompanied a knock on his cabin door.
Justin struggled to sit up in the bed. Was it morning already? He had only laid down a few minutes ago. Someone was going to pay for making him get up.
“Captain! We are being hailed!” The call came again.
This time Justin understood it. Hailed? Who would hail the Falconer? Not many, was the answer. Justin moved quickly out of the bed, threw on his doublet, which he never buttoned, and put on his tricorne hat as he opened the door.
“Do we know who?” Justin demanded, already halfway up the steps.
“Namid believes it is Conlan, Captain, but the ship is too far away to tell for sure.”
Conlan? Justin wondered briefly. He had promised to keep an eye out for anyone searching for Conlan’s girl, but so far he had heard nothing. In return, Conlan had promised to keep an ear out for news or the name of the captain of The Dandy. Justin picked up his pace and reached Namid’s side rather quickly.
“Conlan?”
“Still not sure, Captain. It has the barring of his ship though.”
Justin nodded. He hated being patient. He went to the portside and pulled out his own spyglass. Putting it up to his eye, he searched for the ship. The large vessel was dipping her colors again, a sign of respect. He couldn’t make out the name on the side, but he should be able to, once it pulled alongside of them.
“Why would Conlan seek us out?” Namid questioned.
“I’m not sure. Information is my guess. I’m just hoping it’s not bad information.”
“Hmmm,” Namid murmured.
Justin put up his spyglass and checked again. The ship was coming around and soon Hero’s Choice could be seen on the side.
“It’s him.” Justin felt both relief at seeing his friend and an apprehension he couldn’t explain.
Not soon enough for Justin, the ships were linked together and a plank was placed between them. Immediately, Conlan came into view. He moved across the plank with the ease of someone used to the movement and jumped down in front of Justin.
“Hello, Justin. It is good to see you again!” Conlan greeted with a smile and a firm handshake.
“And you, Conlan! What brings you out to find me?” Justin asked, coming right to the point.
Conlan’s smile faded quickly. “I wish it was something good. If what this man tells me is true, and I don’t have a reason to doubt it that it is, I’ve brought you bad news.”
“Okay, that doesn’t sound good.” Justin’s uneasiness feeling become a sinkhole. “What’s happened?”
“I brought him along to tell you.” Conlan stood aside and Justin gaped at the person who had crossed the plank behind him. It was Leon McNeil.
“What are you doing here?” Justin’s voice came out in a suppressed fury, his anger igniting at just the sight of the man who had taken away Dabria.
“I need your help,” Leon spoke in a firm voice
Justin stared at him in shock. “What?”
Leon swallowed. “I need your help. More precisely, the Brents need your help.”
Justin stilled at the name. “What happed to Tommy and the family?”
“They’ve been taken.”
“Taken?” Justin was having a hard time processing the information and the agony in Leon’s voice wasn’t helping. “What do you mean they have been taken? Taken where?”
“I don’t know. I was supposed to meet with Dabria when I returned, but I was late. When I got there, the estate had been broken into and the entire Brent family, along with Dabria, had been taken.” Leon explained in a low voice that held none of the pomp that usually accompanied his tone.
“Dabria too?” The sinkhole in Justin’s stomach plummeted. His world opened and then swallowed itself. His worst nightmare had come true. Dabria was gone.
“What do you know?” Maath’s voice came from behind Justin and Namid stepped protectively to his other side. Justin allowed them to be his guardians for a moment, while he collected himself. His mind processing quickly through the new information.
“They were sleeping at the Brentlyn estate. There was no warning. When Lady Jada woke up, they were gone. From what I gather from Evyn, he believes it was a pirate attack. He would be here, but we managed to convince him to stay only because of Emalia and the baby. We don’t think he will be back, but without knowing exactly what happened, we didn’t want to take the chance.”
“Can you tell us anything that would help us track them?” This from Namid.
“Unfortunately, there is not much to go on. The attack happened at night. There were no witnesses and they didn’t leave anything behind to state their intentions,” Leon reported dutifully.
That was when Justin had had enough and something inside him exploded. “You know nothing! How could you allow this to happen? I left her in your care!” He shouted taking a step towards the man that was barring the full weight of his anger.
Leon took a large step back and Conlan stepped between them. Namid and Maath both laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Justin, your anger will not save her,” Namid spoke quietly.
“Killing him might,” Justin retorted.
Leon shrunk a little more, but then seemed to take courage with Conlan’s bulk between the two of them. “There was nothing I could have done. The entire family is gone. This was well prepared. Someone wanted this to go off without a hitch.”
The words triggered something inside Justin and his panic that had been masked as anger turning into full terror.
“No,” the tortured whisper escaped.
“Justin?” Conlan questioned.
“Is it possible?” Maath asked.
“Possible and the most probable. We are easily his biggest complication. He took us out and made his move.” Justin had never felt so sick in his entire life.
“Who made his move?” Conlan asked.
“The captain of The Dandy,” Justin replied grimly. “That was his plan all along.”
“Oh man,” Conlan groaned.
“Who is that?” Leon asked, but everyone ignored him.
“He was after the Black Panther. We should have seen it. He wanted revenge,” Justin thought out loud.
“All those attacks were to discover the truth about the Black Panther, “Namid put in.
“When Justin came out as the Falcon, he turned his attention to finding the real Black Panther,” Maath continued the thought process.
Justin nodded. “And the last attack was just what we thought, to find out our position and get us out of the way.”
But why Dabria?” Namid asked.
“He must have seen her on the ship. Opportunity.” Justin’s mouth went dry.
He had been right. He should have denied her passage. Being on his ship had caused this. He had caused this. It was not Leon’s fault, but his own. He had put his Dabria in danger.
He had to get her back. She, and Tommy’s entire family, were in the hands of an extremely dangerous pirate. Were they even still alive? He paused the blackness the question caused pushed back by sheer will power. Dabria needed him. He had to believe she was alive and he needed to get her back quickly.
“Conlan, can you take our load to Dietrick?” After Conlan nodded, Justin continued, “Maath will give you the contact information. Then meet us in Triger. We will head there and get information from the dock. Even a direction will help. We know for sure he was there and that will help. How much time have he lost?” Justin looked at Leon this time.
“Lady Jada said it was a little over two weeks ago from today,” Leon replied.
“Okay,” Justin tried not to let the news affect him. He was having a hard enough time as it was. “They have a good head start, but The Dandy’s speed is nothing compared to ours right now. Depending on where they are headed, we won’t be too far behind.” He looked at the men surrounding him. “We need to move fast. It may already be too late.”
“The Lord will protect them,” Namid stated.
Justin snorted. “Then why were they taken?”
“God knows, Justin. We don’t have to know the plan, but it is there. God is in control,” Maath replied.
Justin just shook his head. It was an old argument, and he didn’t have the time. “Get the crew together. I want to talk to them.”
“Can you take me back as well?” Leon questioned.
Justin glared at him. “Conlan brought you. Travel with him.”
“I’m due to go out on a diplomatic trip with my father. I need to return as soon as possible,” Leon asserted.
Justin looked at him in disgust. He opened his mouth and then felt a slight nudge from Maath. “Fine. Stay in the hold with the crew. Don’t get in the way.” He turned to Maath. “Get the crew.”
He motioned to Conlan to follow and then made his way to the poop deck as Maath called, “All hands on deck!”
The crew was quick to answer the call of their first mate. Within moments, the deck and some of the rigging was filled with crew members. Justin took a moment to study the familiar faces. He knew each by name and most had served with the Black Panther. They would not be pleased with his news.
“I will support you in whatever you need, Justin,” Conlan spoke from beside him.
“Thank you. I never thought I would be rescuing the Black Panther.”
“You won’t. God will. I get this feeling you’re going to need to understand that for any of our plans to work.”
Justin swung around to look at his friend. “You too?”
Conlan laughed. “Me too. I don’t talk about my faith a lot, but that doesn’t make it any less real.”
Justin shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
Colan nodded his understanding. “I will pray you do before it is too late. For now, I’ll pray for the right words to say to your crew.”
“Thank you,” Justin said automatically, but feeling confused. He would need to think about Conlan’s words later. For now, his crew and Tommy’s family needed him.
Justin held up his hand for silence and immediately his crew responded. It was not often their captain demanded their presence such as this and it had them nervous.
“We are heading out on a new mission. One that has been forced on us. You know of our struggle with The Dandy. Our fears were realized. He came after us only to get to our captain.” He paused for a moment as the murmur of his crew grew. It would get bigger in a moment. “The Black Panther and his family, including Dabria, have been kidnapped by him.”
Justin had to stop as his crew roared their outrage. Curses, questions, and threats swelled to an outrageous level. Justin held up his hand to quell the storm, but it did no good. He frowned and crossed his arms. He didn’t have time for this. Maath and Namid both moved from wherever they had been hiding to flank his and Conlan’s sides. The show of force finally quieted the unruly crew, though the undertow of furious emotions could still be felt. Justin could use that. The crew would always be completely loyal to the Black Panther and many here felt their own guardianship for the girl who had grown up on their Guardian Star.
“Many of you served under the Black Panther and all of you know Dabria. The Dandy has taken our best. He tried to cripple us. He wants to stop us from interfering with his plans for them. I plan on stopping him. Who is with me?”
A cry so loud rose up from his faithful crew that Justin thought The Dandy’s captain might hear them wherever he was. He hoped he was quaking. He pumped his fist in the air.
“Then move with speed! We will find him and we will crush him!”
The crew shouted out their agreement and started moving before Maath could even start calling out commands. Justin grinned at his first mate. He loved his crew.
“Let’s do this.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” Maath and Namid responded at the same time. Namid headed to the helm at the same time Maath moved to the steps to orchestrate the transferring of cargo and preparing to set sail again. Justin and Conlan moved out of the way. The two men stared at each other for a moment before clasping hands.
“We will meet you in Triger. If you can move out before we arrive, leave word and we will follow,” Conlan spoke first.
Justin nodded. “This is not your fight. Thank you.”
“You would do the same. Someday soon I might need you too,” Conlan replied grimly.
“When you do, I’ll be there,” Justin promised again.
“I know. We will see you soon.”
Justin nodded and Conlan jumped down the steps. He made his way across the plank and as soon as the cargo had finished loading, the ships separated and began to pull away. Justin returned to Namid’s side.
“He is a good friend,” Namid commented.
“He is,” Justin agreed.
“Are you ready for this?” Namid questioned quietly.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Justin asked, swallowing his very real concern.
“You have never faced a foe who has taken those you care about hostage,” Namid pointed out.
“True, but shouldn’t that just make me more focused?” Justin half-protested.
Namid laughed softly. “Perhaps, or it makes you more willing to take chances you normally would not.”
Justin shrugged. “Whatever works.”
“Precisely,” Namid answered.
Justin sighed. “I’m not in the mood for games, Namid. What are you trying to tell me?”
“To figure this out before you leap in and regret it.” Maath’s voice was the one who answered.
“Where did you come from?” Justin muttered.
“Up the other stairway. You are too preoccupied.”
“Yeah. So, what do you want me to figure out?” He asked, as he turned to look at his two conspiring friends.
“Honestly?” Namid questioned.
“No, dishonestly. Yes, what part of quick wasn’t clear, you two?”
“Sorry, moment of enjoyments are something one should always look for in moments of high stress,” Maath sounded like he was quoting Sahen.
“Argh!” Justin yelled.
“We want you to think about giving God control,” Namid stated bluntly.
Justin stared at him. “Oh, is that all?”
“No. You also need to seriously consider how you feel about Dabria. Preferably before we see her,” Maath added.
The shock stopped Justin from moving or responding for a moment. It was enough time for Maath to get in his next words.
“She grew up under your nose, Justin. We all know it. You need to get a ground on what you are feeling before you have to deal with whatever we find.”
Words with no order or sense ran through Justin’s mind. He glared at them for a moment, before finally saying,” You two never know when you need to give it up.” With that, he turned and walked firmly down the steps and straight to his cabin.

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Justin slammed the door behind him and started to pace the cabin furiously. His thoughts were moving so fast he could barely keep track of them. Dabria was in danger and they wanted to talk feelings? Who cared? What did it matter? He needed to get her out of there, not diagnose how he felt about it or her. What a waste of time! He needed to be planning strategy and the best escape route. There were details that needed to be worked on, crew members to place, tons to do besides think of feelings! Justin kicked at the chair in front of him and the solid wood chair moved an inch. Immediate pain flew up his foot.
Justin howled and started hopping on one foot. He made it to the bed and sat down to rub the offending foot. “Great. All I need is a broken foot.” He muttered, the pain of the injury calming his earlier tirade.
He heaved a sigh. Life was just not going his way at the moment. But then, that had been his whole life until he had met Tommy. The Black Panther had given him somewhere to belong and something to fight for. He had never thought of family before he had been taken under Tommy’s wing. Now, he considered that he had a large family, Tommy’s and the crew of the ship, especially Maath and Namid. He sighed again. And the two men were smart and knew him well. Despite their teasing way sometimes, they had always looked out for his interest and well being first. If they honestly wanted him to think about his so called feelings for Dabria, perhaps he should.
The very thought of her name in her mind caused a pain in his stomach. She was in so much danger. There was really no telling what the captain of The Dandy would do to her. He had been stalking The Guardian Star for so long it was easy to imagine that he had become obsessed with the beautiful girl who so often graced Justin’s deck.
Justin paused. Girl wasn’t right. She had turned into a woman long ago and before his eyes, a woman with an indomitable spirit. He wanted to see that spirit again. Was it too much to ask that he hear his Pixie laugh again and smile at him with something in her eyes that said he was all that mattered?
He didn’t have to think of the answer, he already knew it. Unless he was willing to be that person as well, it was too much to ask. He had no right to want to be the only one Pixie looked at and smiled with. He had given it up, shoved her into the arms of a man who couldn’t even protect her. His choice had led her straight into the danger she was now in. It was his fault and his responsibility to protect her. If something happened to her, he would….
It was such a real possibility. What if she got sick and couldn’t handle the pressure she was now being forced under? Would she make it? He suddenly felt violently sick. He couldn’t handle that. His Dabria was everything to him. If he cared to admit it, she always had been.
In that moment, the past drifted before Justin’s eyes. He saw himself glowing with pride when she asserted herself and when she wanted to be with him. He remembered her little jump overboard and her rigging climbing and his heart could still stop that something would happen to her, now the danger was so much more real. He felt jealously when she noticed the other sailors and spent time with them. The thought of someone else holding her close or looking at her in such a way made his skin crawl. He tilted his head and his eyes easily found the picture she had drawn of him and her smiling self-portrait. If everything on this ship went up in flames those were what he would fight to get out. He loved those pictures, he loved her.
He stood, the twinge in his foot not even noticeable, as he made his way to the table and picked up the portrait of her smiling face, her signature in the corner. Did he truly love her? How could that be? He wanted to protect her. He would do anything to help her be who she was meant to be. He wanted to see her smile and hear her voice as she talked to him about anything that was on her mind. If he could have anything in the world, he had always thought it would be to have a respected name of his own, but he would give even that up if it meant she was safe and happy. She, above anything else in his life, was what mattered to him.
This was what Maath and Namid were talking about he realized. They wanted him to realize he loved her. But what did that change? He wanted more desperately than ever to have her standing next to him, smiling and okay. He would give his life to make sure that happened yet again. He needed to rescue her, so he could tell her the truth, to tell her he loved her. Was that the answer she had wanted when she had looked at him with those sad eyes? He had been such a fool to offer to help her find someone else. If only he had realized then how much she truly meant to him, how much he loved her. No wonder she had seemed so crushed! He should have taken her in his arms and assured her of his love right then. Perhaps this would never have happened. But it had, and he would fix it.
Maath and Namid had talked about control. They didn’t seem to think he would be able to fix it without giving control to God. But surrendering control to God meant following His will first, instead of Justin’s. What if their plans didn’t match? After all, Tommy’s family all believed in God and yet this had still happened. How could a loving God who had supposedly their best interests in his plans, have allowed this to happen? It just didn’t make any sense. Why would you follow a God who wanted his will done first and then put them in situations that would endanger their very lives? Could giving him control really be so good then? And how could he prove he could protect Dabria, if he had to depend on God? He had to prove himself to everyone, to himself, that he could protect and take care of her. If he couldn’t, then he had no right to put any claim on her. No, he had to do it himself. He couldn’t entrust her life to a God that had allowed her to be taken in the first place. He would save her and then he would tell her he loved her.

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7.11.2011

Chapter 25


Fighting to Survive


Dabria shivered and clutched her arms tighter to her chest. She had been so hot a moment ago, but now she felt as if she could never get warm. It scared her that she had no idea if the sickness was back or if it was a simple fever. She had no way to know, but she tried desperately to keep the knot in her stomach down and her breathing even. She had long ago run out of pictures in her mind to count and instead concentrated on keeping her mind completely blank.
Somewhere on this ship Kiliki, Tommy, and Adem were also being held. Dabria wasn’t sure if they had been put together or were being held separately, but she didn’t want Kiliki to hear she was sick and worry more. She had enough with Adem and her husband. Tommy was their only hope. If he didn’t figure a way out of this mess, they had no rescue waiting in the wings.
Dabria’s tired mind flashed to Justin, his long black hair waving around his face and his green eyes staring at something unseen. She had no idea where the man she loved was. He had no reason to return to her, she had made sure of that, and there was no way to contact him. Justin was lost to her and so was any chance of him rescuing her family.
Dabria released one of her hands to wipe away a tear.
“Don’t think, Bree,” she whispered. “Breathe, but don’t think.”
She closed her eyes and dropped her head. How much longer could it be?

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It was hours or maybe days before the door to her cage was opened and a plate of stale bread was shoved into her cell. They took their time between feedings. Whoever it was, spoke not a word, and was gone just as quickly. The key in the lock made a scratching noise of rusted metal, but there was no doubt in Dabria’s clouded mind that it would hold her for as long as was needed. A tear trailed down her cheek and her breath shuttered as she reached for the bread. It crunched her hand and she was sure if she could see it better, there would be mold on some of it. Their captor was certainly not sparing any expense. Adem would soon be sick eating this stuff and so would she.
How long had they been down here now? Could it last much longer? She had no answers and even the questions were beginning to get foggy. She wanted real food and good water. She was so cold now too. Her whole body shivered and her nightshift provided no warmth. Her body ached for the softness and warmth of the bed she had left behind.
She felt the small animal brush by her fingers and her mind screamed rat. Her reaction was much slower. She had a hard time pulling her hand away from the area, not that it mattered. She had discovered many of the creatures in the dark. At least, for the most part they left her alone. She didn’t have the strength or energy needed to either be scared or to get away from them.
“Please, please get us out of here,” she whispered through cracked lips. For once, she wondered if her Abba was even listening.

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 “Get up!” The voice yelled again, obviously it wasn’t the first time.
Dabria struggled to sit up. At some point she had collapsed to the wood deck, though she couldn’t remember that. Her arms shook with weakness, but she managed to sit. Her tongue passed over her dry lips.
“Water?” Her voice broke.
“Is that a demand? Ha! You’ll get water all right. Up!”
He reached into her cage and yanked her to her feet. If he hadn’t held her arm so hard she would have fallen back to the deck.
“Where…” she paused and tried again, “where are we going?”
“You have an appointment to keep,” he replied roughly, as he yanked her forward. She stumbled and followed.
He led her up the stairs to the main deck. Her eyes stung and she had to close them immediately to the bright light of the sun. She hadn’t seen it in days and while the warmth felt good the light was painful. It wasn’t until she was halfway across the deck that she was really able to see and then she wished she wasn’t. All the men on the deck had stopped their work to leer at her. They all grinned with crooked smiles and their eyes told stories of what they wished they could do, while their hands fidgeted. She shuddered. This was truly a pirate’s ship. She would find no friends here. Her captor led her to the Great Cabin and shoved her inside.
“Head’s over there. Get cleaned and get dressed,” he ordered.
“Dressed?”
He pointed to the large bed where a red barely-there ornamental dress was laid out.
“No,” she responded automatically.
He barked a laugh that was not pleasant. “You will. Or I will help you.”
She swallowed hard. “I can do it.”
He shrugged. “Quick like. The captain is already on his way. Wouldn’t want to come in halfway through, would you?” He laughed at her look of absolute horror.
Dabria snatched the dress and hurried to the head as fast as she could, though she stumbled on weak legs rather than running. Once inside, she breathed heavily as she leaned against the door, her legs barely holding her up. She didn’t want the pirate captain to enter with her not yet dressed, but for the moment she was simply too weak to move.
She struggled to clear her mind of the fog that still surrounded it. She had to think clearly. She had seen this man in action, she had to have her wits about her and right now she was too weak to ford off any of his advances. She glanced at the dress in her hand. It was clear what he wanted. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Letting the dress slip to the floor in a pile she managed to cross to the water basin. Slowly, she let her fingers dip into the cool clear water. Pulling up one hand, she sucked the water of her fingers. It tasted slightly stale, but cool and wet. She dipped her hand in again, this time making a cup with them and drank thirstily. The cool liquid made its way down her throat. She drank again and again, before finally taking the water and splashing it onto her face. The pitcher was full as well and she emptied that, cleaning herself off as best as she could. Feeling slightly better and clearer, she turned to stare at the red dress crumpled on the floor. It was either that or meet the captain in her nightshift again. The thought of having him walk in when she was changing or her guard helping her to change was enough to get her moving. Slowly, she pulled the dress over her head and onto her body. The material was soft and clung slightly to her. It didn’t quite fit her, because of her small stature, but she was able to poke and prod it to give herself decent coverage. She had just finished when there was a knock on the door.
“Out. Now. Ready or not,” the voice of her prison guard demanded.
She took a deep breath and excited the head. In the Great Cabin, a table had been prepared with mouth watering food. It smelled heavenly, especially after the moldy bread. She glanced around the room to take her mind off of it. Every corner was crammed with some trinket or another, most of it was artifacts no doubt stolen, statues of girls were draped in jewel necklaces, open jewelry chest were in several different spots, and expensive cloths hung between furniture. The table took up the middle of the room, but at the far end was a bed large enough for the king of Zerlinda. She pulled her eyes away from the monstrosity to find her captor staring at her.
“Small, but you clean up,” he commented.
She crossed her arms in front of her body. “Why am I here?”
He barked a laugh. “Why do you think? Sit before you fall.” He indicated a chair at the table.
She shook her head, but when he stepped toward her, she sat quickly. It didn’t help she wouldn’t have been able to stand much longer anyway.
He laughed again. “Compliant too. That won’t be as much fun for him.”
She swallowed and began a chant in the back of her mind. Breath, two, three… Breath, two, three… Her task was to keep the chant going no matter what happened.
The door to the Great Cabin opened and she turned to see the pirate from the night of their capture towering in the doorway. He was dressed very fancy for a pirate captain. His white shirt was all billows and his breeches were tied smartly at the knee with a feather. His doublet was stitched with gold and silver in a pattern that spoke of status. Even his hat had a huge white plume attached to it. This was a man who thought greatly of himself and expected others too as well. He entered and stared at her for a moment. His blue eyes held the look of a man who knew how to get what he wanted. His face was handsome enough, and his wide shoulders and stout body created the impression of an impenetrable wall. She suppressed a shiver and concentrated on her breathing. She needed to stay in control. The moment she released that to him it would all be over. She had to keep the chant going and to follow its steady command to breath.
“The dress is fitting, mon chere,” he commented.
She stayed silent.
“You may leave,” he indicated to her captor. “I will handle the damsel from here.”
“Aye, Captain,” her guard replied. He left without looking at her and as the door closed with a thud behind him, Dabria realized the only person holding the captain back had just left. She was alone with a man who had hunted her, if his story from the house was to be believed.
“You are more beautiful in proper lighting, mon chere. I have only seen you from afar and in his house. You will find we are more,” he paused to chuckle, “liberating here. We have not been properly introduced, mon chere. My name is Captain Walton. You may call me Sir Walton or Captain Walton, whichever you prefer. Although, soon enough, my dear, you will leave off the title as you scream my name in passion. ” He gave a hearty laugh.
She wanted to throw up or faint, she wasn’t sure which, but she could taste the bile in her mouth, and the smell of the food was making her weak with hunger. He must have sensed it, because he walked closer to the table and indicated the spread before her.
“You must be hungry. The food was prepared for you. Eat. I have knowledge that says you have not eaten well in days.” He laughed.
He took the seat next to her and grabbed up a turkey leg. His teeth tore into the flesh of the bird and ripped it apart. The sight disgusted her, but her mouth revolted by watering at the smell of the food.
“I know you can talk.” He spoke again after swallowing. “You must have questions for me.”
She had tons, but none she really wanted to ask. At this point, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to know the answers. She could feel her body shaking from the stress it was already under, more information could only hurt.
“Mon chere, perhaps you are waiting for me to feed you? I am sure we can find many interesting ways to accommodate such a wish.” His voice was pure velvet and laced with a seductive tone that made her want to cringe.
It took all of her power not to respond. Instead, she forced herself to pick up an apple and bit into it. The apple crunched and the sweet tangy taste filled her mouth. She sucked it for a moment it and closed her eyes as she savored the familiar taste. The moldy bread had affected her taste sense more than she had realized. This was like a piece of heaven. She felt some juice dribble down her chin, she opened her eyes, and wiped it away quickly.
A handkerchief appeared in her peripheral vision. She put the apple down quickly.
He chuckled. “Do you not want this? It will help, I assure you. In fact,” he shifted closer. “Allow me.”
She stiffened completely as he leaned in and wiped her mouth and chin. The handkerchief fluttered from his hand and he used his finger to brush around her cheek and down to her throat. She swallowed involuntarily and he chuckled.
“This is only the beginning,” he whispered in her ear. “I told you, you would come to crave my touch. It will be the only touch that you know from now on.”
Dabria physically felt her heart stop and saw the room around her freeze in a haze. His words and tone proving too large of a shock for her fragile system to handle, the blood drained from her face and her breathing stopped. She could barely recognize when he pulled back slightly from her and placed a glass of water before her.
“So, the silent vixen is not impassive after all. Good. I will enjoy seducing your walls down until they hang around your perfect ankles. And, mon chere, so will you.” He said it with a conquering smile.
Somehow, Dabria found herself holding the glass of water and sipping from it slowly. How, she did so, she had no idea, but the cool liquid helped to wash away some of the shock, enough for her mind to hear the steady rhythm she had kept up in the back of her mind. Breath, two, three… Breath, two, three…
How had this happened? What was God thinking? More importantly, how was she going to survive? Speaking of God, where was He? How could He abandon her family when they most needed Him? Had she and her family not served Him faithfully? How could He be so cruel?
Her questions mocked her. As she not learned many times over that God was on her side no matter the circumstance? He had promised never to forsake her, never to leave her side. She had to believe that promise. It was all she had left.
“Come, my little vixen, eat the food I have had prepared for you.” He smiled and began to fill her plate with food. “From now on, your every need will be filled by my hand. You will come to depend solely on me.” His voice raised at the word ‘me’ as if the thought gave him great pleasure.
Had she been able to think of something to say, she wouldn’t have been able too, her mouth was so dry, having already forgotten the juice of the apple. Depend solely on him? That wasn’t right. She depended on her heavenly Father. He was the one who would take care of her. She hoped.
Her continued silence must have finally affected him, because he slammed the full plate down in front of her. “Eat!” He commanded in a voice that was no longer friendly.
She shook her head no, but even as she did, he brought his face dangerously close to hers.
“You will eat or I will force you too. You have a new life now and I can make it absolutely miserable or wonderful, your choice. Either way will be pleasurable for me and either way I win. Now, eat!”
Desperately, she tried to remember her count in her head as her body moved of its own accord to pick up a turkey leg. The food felt satisfying, but unlike the apple, she could barely taste the turkey through her terror. His face was pulled into an expression of pure malice, malice which was aimed completely at her. She had no idea what he would do to force her to bend to his will, but she knew the pirate stories as well as any young girl and none that she knew were pretty. She was sure there were more that were much, much worse.
Somehow, she stomached the food. Eventually, he sat back, arms crossed, and watched her eat, saying not a word. She couldn’t decide if that was better or worse. Could there be a better? Her food was almost gone, when he stood and she automatically stiffened. What would he do to her now? Was the torture almost over or only beginning?
He placed his large, strong hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. It was not in a caring or gently way, but in a strong and controlling fashion. His touch made her stiffen more and she fought back the tears, desperately trying to think of only the count in her head and not the unwelcome hands on her shoulders. He began to murmur to her, and she allowed his voice to wash over her without hearing the words. It was quite a while before he released her shoulders, yet he didn’t move from behind her. She saw a slip of material in front of her, but it wasn’t until it moved to cover her eyes that she began to struggle. Immediately, the hand was again on her shoulder.
“Stay still or you will regret it with everything you are.”
She already did! She wanted to scream, but the sound would not emerge and the blindfold was firmly put into place. Her breathing quickened and she slowed her count. Her heart pounded in her tightened chest so hard, she could hear it in her ears. She was going to be very sick.
He leaned closer to her and his breath came into her ear. “From now on, you will see and hear no one but me. I will be your everything and you will belong only to me. Everyone else has abounded you. I am your all.”
“I see and hear only my Heavenly Father. He will be my strength through whatever you have planned.” The words came from somewhere outside of her.
He laughed harshly. The sound was menacing and his voice ominous when he spoke. “He does not care about you. You are here in my cabin alone. We are all that matters now. He abandoned you to me. I have you in my hands and control. Do well to remember that, Little Vixen, or you will die regretting that you did not.”
Suddenly, he released her. She heard his footsteps pound across the room and the door crashed open, causing her to flinch. He bellowed for someone to come at once and then the door slammed shut. Her breath caught in her chest and she waited, but heard no other sounds. Immediately, she began to shake violently. Her count disappeared from her head and her breath began, ragged and shaky, as she tried to bring in enough air into her constricted chest for her to breathe. She was too terrified to remove the blind fold, so she left it in place. Her hands were shaking so hard, she may not have had the ability to remove it anyway. Her thoughts clouded in her mind, jamming together and apart, in such a way that her head screamed in pain. She was having a panic attack. Her sickness was coming back. She could feel the tears start to flow down her cheek as she fought the terror of what being sick on this ship would mean to her.
The door opened and footsteps came across the room. She could do nothing about it. The blindfold was removed and her guard looked down at her face. He sighed.
“You held off this hold time?” His voice sounded a little impressed. “Relax. Breath. It is over for now. You are going back to your cell.”
He pulled her up from her chair and let he back across the ship and down into her cell area, only a little more gently than the last time. He led her inside and she immediately collapsed to the floor, hardly even able to cushion her fall.
“Get yourself together. He will call again.” The ominous words were followed by the click of the lock. Slowly, the light faded from the room and she was left in the merciful dark.

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“Get up. You’re moving.”
Her brain tried to process the light and noise as it crowed into her blind senses and overwhelmed them. She couldn’t move to respond. A hand wrapped around her arm and she struggled to get up. Once on her feet, she was led out of her cage once again. When they reached the top of the stairs, instead of heading to the main cabin, she was led in the opposite direction. Where could they possibly be gong now?
He led her through the forecastle and to a door she recognized. At least, she would have if this ship was The Guardian Star. She closed her eyes and for a moment allowed herself to believe it was all a nightmare and when the door opened, Salena would be there and greet her with a hug. But when the door opened, it was nothing like her room. A bed was built into the back wall and a table was attached on the left side. The two pieces provided the only furniture in the room. A modest meal sat on the table waiting and a small porthole on the right provided precious little light.
“Your new home,” her guard said.
She looked at him. “I don’t understand.”
“You’re the captain’s now. You will stay here until we reach our destination.”
She swallowed. It was much better accommodations then the cage below.
“I’d rather be in the cage,” she said in a low voice.
“Me too,” he responded, before closing the door and locking it firmly behind him. She was trapped again.

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Dabria set the utensil down with a sigh. Tonight, she had eaten alone. It was the first time he had not been in the room with her for an evening meal that she could remember in a while. But things had been getting fuzzier with each passing day. The only voice she was allowed to here was his, even her guard, who brought the food, never said a word any more. She thought she had tried several times, before giving up, but maybe not. Walton brought the meal in the evening. He would sit with her and talk as she ate. Sometimes he would feed her, other times, she was allowed to do it herself.
Each night, he talked about how it was them against the world. Her family didn’t love her, her God had abounded her, and he was all that mattered to her now. They needed only each other and together they would face the world and conquer whatever was thrown at them. They had only to stick together. They only needed each other. She heard the words so often that they were a consistent drone now in her mind. His voice was slowly overpowering all others. It was his voice that alone was becoming recognizable, understandable, and brought the comfort she so desperately sought.
Somewhere, deep inside of her, she knew his words were lies spoken as truth, yet she couldn’t stop herself from believing in them over time. It almost made her feel guilty, but with the sickness she had tried to battle returning that no longer mattered and very steadily, she was losing herself to him.
There was a knock on her door and it opened shortly after. She never answered anymore. Her guard was back. Instead of picking up the food, however, he took her arm and pulled her up.
This was different. Her muddled brain thought, but she made no comment. She was led out of the room for the first time since she had been put there. The sun was just setting and the shadows long on the deck. The ship had stopped. It wasn’t that she realized it, but more that it was simply a knowledge that came to her hazy mind. Was she supposed to be going somewhere? She shouldn’t be out of the cabin. This was different. Something wasn’t right. Was she in danger again?
“Where’s Walton?” He voice sounded odd even to her own ears.
The guard swung around to look at her in shock, but finally answered, “He will come for you soon.”
She nodded, feeling contentment at the answer steal away the dread in her stomach. If he was coming, then things must be okay. He would make it okay and she would be safe. She just wanted to be safe. She didn’t like the terror of the night. It was mean and it forced her to be sick. She wanted to be calm.
“Dabria! Dabria!” The female voice called her from somewhere far away. “Dabria, we are here!”
“Shut yer trap, wench!”
“Ahh!”
“Don’t touch her!”
A laugh sounded. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Black Panther? You’re trapped!”
“Come on, Black Panther! Try something!” A new voice joined in the taunting.
“Dad! Why are they doing this?” A small voice asked.
“It will be okay, Adem. Don’t worry.”
Another laugh. “No, you won’t! Captain Walton ain’t never gonna let you go!”
Walton? Dabria perked up a bit. Was he here now?
“Dabria! Can you hear me?” The female voice called again.
Was she calling her? Dabria was her name. Did she know the woman? She searched in the direction of the voices, but the setting sun along with the grey fog in her mind did not allow her to see clearly.
“Dabria! It’s Kiliki! We are here! We love you!”
Kiliki? She knew Kiliki. Who was she?
“Shut her up!” A voice she did know yelled, but he wasn’t happy. Dabria shivered. “They aren’t supposed to see each other, let alone talk, you morons. Get them to their rooms or I’ll throw you in next to them!”
“Walton?” Dabria heard herself whimper.
“I am here, mon chere.” A new hand replaced the old one guiding her.
“She asked for you,” her guard spoke.
“Really?” He sounded pleased.
“I told her you would come for her soon.”
“Good.” He put both hands on her arms and moved them up and down. “I am here, mon chere. We are together again. They cannot hurt you.”
“Why?” She asked.
“They are bad for you, remember? They abandoned you. I am here though. I will never leave you.”
But, the girl had said that she loved her. Dabria had heard her. Wasn’t that good? She was given no time to try and think about the new concept.
“I will take Dabria to her room. Make sure the others are secured in separate rooms of the main house. And do not let them talk to each other!”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” her guard replied, before moving away.
“Come, my dear, we will visit your new living quarters. I believe you will be very happy there.”
Dabria nodded her head. She wanted to respond, but her mind was foggy again and it hurt to think of an answer. Instead, she simply followed.

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She was tired. It was too long since… she couldn’t remember. The door opened and closed, but she didn’t move. She hurt inside. Everything was wrong. She was supposed to be happy. She knew that, but it couldn’t happen. Her mind was upset and it upset her stomach.
“I’m here, my little vixen,” Walton spoke in his usually suave tone.
“Hello,” she responded automatically.
“How are you this evening?”
The question was too complicated. It wasn’t a simple hello. How was she supposed to respond? Her head hurt. She buried it further into the pillow.
She heard a low growl from the man in the room, but she didn’t move.
“I talked to the so called Black Panther. He is beyond himself that I have tortured everyone in his family. I have enjoyed it.” He laughed. “The fool deserves so much more and I will take my time with what I shall do to him. He will become like putty in my hand for his actions.”
Dabria didn’t respond. Was that good? It sounded bad.
“Dabria, respond! It was weeks on the ship and over a month since we arrived! You no longer care for those who left you, so why do you act like this? Is it a trick? Did you eat something?” His voice grew more frustrated with each question. “Where is my vixen? Why are you not well?”
Dabria shrank into the bed further at the furious tone in his voice. Wasn’t he supposed to protect her? Her and him against everyone? Right? Was that wrong? Was that what the matter was?
She felt him grab her hand and haul her up. She didn’t resist. He put his face down closer to her and she felt him press against her neck.
“You are mine now. You might be sick for the moment, but you can’t stay that way. You will heal, mon chere. And then I will finish making you mine.”
Abruptly, he released her. She dropped back to the bed and hardly noticed the door had closed and locked. He could think what he wanted. She was sick and she wasn’t going to get well. Something was wrong. She couldn’t get well until it was right again and she was safe, somehow she was sure of at least this.

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