A note: I apologize for the length of this segment in advance. I think I had meant to tack it on along with part 8 and forgot, and the next part was going to be really long if I added it. Also, I couldn't find a picture that I liked to go along with this one so I settled on giving you all the bonus of a picture of the Captain during his cabin boy years (Aww!) It's also a little tiny bit some payback for a picture of me that I found out he had. I love you Sweetheart! ^__^
So enjoy part 9, part 10 will be more interesting I promise. And if I ever do this again I'll try to come up with something else I can add to make up for it.
I had begun to regret my choice of escape.
Much of my day had been spent wedged between stacks of crates in a dark ship where I had been left alone with the rats and my own thoughts. It had quickly occurred to me that I could have bought myself a ferry ticket to Germany and gone straight to Mother and Father. Unlike most stowaways I had money, and could have done something better for myself.
That thought had dampened my spirits quite a bit since I had no way of fixing my situation. I was moody and frightened. Every time someone came down into the hold I would freeze in terror, holding my breath until I was certain they were gone.
I leaned forward and put my forehead on the crate in front of me. The space was so tight that my back was still touching the crate behind me. I wished that I had enough room to sit down and take my boots off, I could feel large blisters being rubbed onto my feet. My original hiding place was not very far away, but every time I had decided to sneak back to it one of the sailors would come down, and I could always hear them moving all around the ship.
I wonder where we're headed, I thought. We were sure to make port soon, it was nearly time for tea. My heart rate began to speed up. What if the ship wasn't going to make port tonight? Where was it going? Why on earth had I not considered this before trapping myself on board?!
I suddenly felt very much like crying.
Poor Vivian! But I must say, this seems like a very realistic portrayal of her situation. I'm still worried about her need to use the lavatory though.
ReplyDeleteA striking aspect about your writing is the realism and use of detail. It makes the reading highly enjoyable for me.