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    I was furious, enraged. Any word to describe that emotion, I looked from the door to the window. Taking a deep breath and jumping. My auburn hair was strewn around my faces as I headed to the surface gasping for air. I swim the best I can with salt in my eyes and the clothing that stuck to my body, I didn't think about the creatures that might be below. I could she the english ship so close. I was less than five feet away, I tried swimming faster but my wounded side made it nearly impossible.

    I dont respond when a large bang shakes the ship I just jumped from, the english had a second boat! They already had a small boat coming my way, I begin to swim again trying to reach them. I finally get close enough and am pulled into the small boat, the start to row again faster, the second bost was a bit farther than the first. I look up at the captain who I had just escaped from and then look away thankful to be back, they began shouting orders, I just hoped we made it to the boat in time.

    I see the man smile "I am rumplestiltsken if you imbeciles didn't know, and how i do it?Magic," he said with a yellow toothed grin "but all magic comes with a price" He said pulling a contract out of thin air and a quill, "You just have to go into the forest. He forest of thorns, and find me something" he added holding out the pen. I don't know what to do but before I could think further or let Ernest butt in, I grab the quill with a shaking hand "Deal" I say writing my signature on the dotted line,he smiled bigger and began to speak "Good! Now run along, I will tell you what you must find soon, until we meet again" he said grabbing the quill and was gone. I stood there rigid, what had I done?

    {{dont worry about it!}}


    I scream as one of the men fall,I felt like I couldn't move. But the next thing I knew I was in the water again, I tried swimming and failed, I gasped for air and shrieked when someone grabbed me out of the water. It was the man called wilson who I heard the captain call on many times. I struggle to break free as he drags me back on the boat, I cough up water and get up stumbling up the stairs to the deck,"Stop! Please stop!" Im screaming my lungs out trying to get anyone to listen to me,But it was hopeless. No one would listen, not to me at least.

    {{dont worry! It happens X3}}


    I look at him,"I don't know okay? I just thought I could help" I say getting back on caspian and kicking her sides riding out of the woods. I needed to pack as soon as possible, I would leave in the morning, and Ernest wouldn't come with me. His family wouldn't allow it and he probably couldn't get away anyways. Before I even know what I'm doing a warm tear falls down my cheek as I ride back to the tree to retrieve the small bag I had left there.

    I decided to ignore the first part,"Thanks I guess", I say grabbing my back which was now heavy. I open it and find food a mabp compass and a small note.you must find me something,i will give you a hint, its gold and can hold a drink, you will find it on the other side of the forest of thorns. Be warned of the temptation when you find what I seek-rumplestiltsken I look up at Ernest, "I guess im leaving now then, seeing I have everything" I say picking up the sword I found next to the bag.

    My eyes widened in fear, My blue eyes were now glassy with unshed tears. I had never seen this side of him for the short time I had known him. I want to say something, anything. But no words come out, just tears. I feel myself slowly sinking to the ground cupping my face i. My hands trying to stop the flow of tears, I hated crying. Hated it. I hated the fact I was so close to leaving. Hated the fact the man I love could be dead, and most of all. I hated atticus. Everything he had done too. I dont move, I just sit there and look at the deck, I felt the would in my side burn but I didnt care. I was never going to escape. Not as long as I wouldnt give him my money, he would kill hundreds more just to get it, that I now knew. I couldnt reason with him, not after what I had just seen. But something hitched in my chest and I stood up. "You think your so great? Huh? You can kill thousands of men, millions but you will never,never. Have the strength to kill me." I say seeing his crew stop eyes wide as I yelled "but my all means, prove me and your crew wrong, kill me. Get it over with. Show us all how great you are" I say my eyes now dark staring directly into his own.

    I knew it. He couldn't do it,I wondered why for a brief moment before being thrown into some room. My cheek burned but I didn't care,not anymore at least. My hair which was previously drenched was now mostly dry. I glared at wilson as he left letting my wavy hair cover my face until they left, I stood up brushing it away and waited. A thin line formed on my lips. I wasn't scared anymore. If he really wanted my money he would have thrown me in the lower deck with his men, or let me die when I stabbed myself. None of this added up for me, my heart began racing when I heard the door open again. I could practically hear my heart go a mile per minuet and was wondering if he could hear it too.

    I glare at him,"Really? If thats true then why aren't I dead yet? You could have let me die and taken my fortune by force, but you didn't. Why?" I say holding my gaze, He didn't scare me. I wanted answers, then something came to me "and I almost even did the job for you, why? Why do you persist to keep me alive hmm?" I say anger dripping in my tone. I had, had enough of this. He has no right to insult me in such a way! I had been treated better by thiefs and criminals quite honestly and i wasn't going to put up with this.

    I just glare, and next thing you know I had slapped him across the face, I guess you could say I was returning the favor. While his is gathering himself I grab the sword,"Why do you do this, does it make you happy to know you killed someone who had done nothing wrong? Someone who was barley a child." I say referring to the boy he had killed earlier. My grip on the sword was firm. And I would use it if need be. I had it pointed at his neck, I didn't know what I was doing but I hoped it had saved me from worse. I would have taken my own life if not for the fact I still wanted answers.

    I couldnt do it, I just couldnt. I drop the sword. "No" I say looking up at him "I'm not like you, And for that reason, I wont kill you" I say almost wondering if that was a bad idea on my part. I could feel my own eyes widen with fear,I had no idea what was going to happen next. I could have just made a large mistake.


    {{omg no muse,sorry!}}

    I part my jaws to speak but he is already gone. I dont feel comfertsble going bavk out, so I stay there all day and as the sun begins to set. I had a plan of escape. No one could stop me. i was free to roam about the ship. I would just have ti wait till everyone was asleep. I had seen smaller boats on the sides of the ship. I could take one durning the dead of the night, I would find an english ship, or another port and then be home as soon as possible. By now I was all dry, thankfully. I looked out the small window, night would fall soon and I could put my plan into action.

    I had waited hours, but finally I could leave the wretched room. I slowly get up and leave heading to the main deck. I had found some paper and a quill writing down a quick note


    atticus,
    I am leaving, I presume this is what you want. More or less. I have left a small pouch with money in it in the 'dungeon'. I feel you would want it. I hope you will not destroy anymore trying to find me. I wished there was more I could give, but that is all. Winter will come soon. I know this will not affect your plans but mine it will. I wonder if I will see you again. But I almost know I wont. I know you have been hurt before, and no matter what I predict you will never change. But I may never now. I can see the shell of the man you used to be in your eyes. I know your better than that. Even if your actions tell me otherwise. Maybe someday you can prove me wrong, but who really knows?,
    Vivian


    I roll up the note and set it in front of his door. I quickly execute my plan and before I know it the ship is only a dot in the distance. The sun is beginning to ride and my arms ache. But I see a ship, and its an english one! I wave my arms and start yelling. I cant help but smile when I see them sending out a smaller boat and taking me back to there ship. I thanked them as we set back for Port Meridian. Things would go back to normal, I at least hoped they would.

    {{omg! I love that idea! It should be in england because that is where she will be next and there will be snow and stuff,also maybe he did attack port but he was caught when she wasnt there and taken to england where the main court was and stuff :)}}


    After we had returned I am greeted by my parents. I felt like crying. But I really did when I found out fraiser was alive, but very hurt. They had moved him to a different port with better medics. My parents had sat me down and told me we where leaving for England. At least for a while. I hated to agree but I did. And the next thing I know we are in England. And snow is already falling. I miss the sun and crystal blue water. But I would rather be here then in that boat again.My hair was neatly curled as normal, My dark blue eyes scan the crowd. I had heard of a court meeting being held later today, my mother father and I had all planned to go. Even though no one would tell me what it was for. My breath made a cloud in the air as I walked back to our rented manor.

    My breath got caught in my throat at the mention of his name. And suddenly I couldn't breath, For a split second my dark blue eyes met his lighter ones. I tore my gaze away and stared at my shoes. I cringed unable to look at the event taking place. I slowly get up excusing myself and head to were the court officials are. I whisper something in one of there ears and he passes it on and they all look from one another and then to me. They slam the mallet on the pedestal "The court had called for an intermission!" One of them says and I see quite a few people grumble angrily. They lead me into the back room as I explain each man has a sum for which the crimes he had committed and if someone will pay it back or he himself does, he will be set free, and then I offered to pay it off. Astounded they call back the court as I take my seat again. "An anonymous donation participant has agreed to pay off the mans crimes, he is now free of charge." Many people outburst angrily. I cast Atticus a sideways glance before the court room clears and they release him. My parents head home. I tell them I will be home soon and I needed to take a quick walk. I really did. I began to walk down the other more quite street trying to clear my head.

    I look up at him. Still the same as when I had last seen him, No change. Not like I was surprised. "None of your concern, Now if you'll please be on your way. I am needed elsewhere" I say whiping around dark aurburn curls bouncing lightly as I walked, heels clicking on the lightly snow covered cobblestone street. I see the street lamps begin to be lit as the moon begins to rise. I didnt want to talk to him, not now, and not ever. I felt rather odd though, was I upset I had just decided to leave him, never to talk to him again? No, never would that be possible. At least I hoped so.

    I scoff, "Conisder it me giving you the money you wanted." I say stoping and turning my head,"I knew you wouldnt change, And you just proved me right" I say continuing to walk. I hated this more than I would like to admit. I should have known not a hint of gratitude would be given. He was after all the worlds largest numbskull,even if he was feared by thousands, maybe millions. But he no longer scared me one bit, and he never would. Maybe I was wrong to pay the sum, maybe he would have been better off dead.

    I hear the flames erupt and my jaw gapes. The scene is all to much a reminder off the night on the boat. I begin to run as like everyone else. I cant find my parents. The smoke makes my eyes water and I cough. I try heading as far away as possible from the flames as they consume building after building. Not long after the fire starts it, ends. To many people are dead. I had taken shelter in a ,large stone tower with a large group of towns people. I see our manor burnt to the ground. I know they are gone, I don't even cry. Not now at least, I am lead back down and to a available carriage to be sent home.


    I am taken back to Port Meridian and my home. I sigh, all alone. I can still almost smell the smoke looking out the window over looking the town and ocean. I head back into the main hall. I wouldn't be surprised if some idiot came in trying to get my money again. I felt hurt, betrayed even. But most of all, I felt stupid. I let him just leave, I let myself think he had changed, or maybe could care for me. Stupid, was a perfect word to describe me and my actions. And nothing felt worse. He was just another criminal, nothing more. And I would always remember that.

    "lady Mordecai, We have been informed of an unfamiliar boat in the docks" my guard said snapping me out of the train of through. "Oh, yes. Very well." I say getting up."I will be meeting them in the town, keep the guards posted incase they pull anything" I say and he nods then runs off. I make my way down to the town seeing his crew do a double take seeing me. I roll me eyes "Good day wilson" I say nodding, I could tell his jaw had dropped as I walked right pass them straight to the captain. "You have no business here Atticus." I say holding my stance. He must have thought I lost my money, but just the opposite had happened. When my parents died I inherited there fortune back to previous wealth. And if he thought he was going to get the best of me. He was wrong.