The skies above the ship began to lighten and flushed clouds reflected their rosy hue down onto the sea below.
The sun fought its way through, golden and brilliant as it seemed to rise out of the black depths with phoenix like glory.The beauty of the day, and the fresh, fragrant breeze, was lost on Nathaniel. Day in, day out, it all seemed the same now, even though the ocean still gave him the childish shudder and thrill of the mysteries it held. Sometimes he thought if he could not see that, his heart and soul would have been lost long ago.
As much as Lloyd loved the sunrise, in images anyway, he'd never rise early enough to see them intentionally, it was also lost on him. His mind was awash with possible solutions, some crazy, some logical, of how to end his plight.
"Tell me," he said at last ""if you find the way to break the curse, will I be free as well? And how long would it take? I mean it has been centuries since pirates existed, at least the kind you are, and yet you're still here. I don't want to be stuck for years."
Nathaniel set the book aside irritably. He should have known the man would want answers, want to delve into every dark crevice. But that didn't lessen the annoyance it created.
"Most likely. Breaking it would mean the freedom of the crew and I would assume you'd be counted." He pushed an ancient scroll across for the other to see. "As for helping, it depends how good you are at picking up languages. The most recent one I've come across is Latin. You ain't going to understand any of the others, I doubt they even exist in memory anymore."
Lloyd looked down embarrassed "I've never learned how to read Latin, I can probably read a couple of words" he answered, but the words he would identify were the ones that already looked like modern words. He steeled himself, his eyes shimmering with determination. "But I can learn, I'm not a person who sits around on his ass all day. I just want to get back to my friends, see my family."
Nathaniel sat back, giving a small snort. Family had been a sore point for most of the crew, himself included to some degree. He had never had a what one could call a close relationship with his parents.
He respected their existence and, they had created him. But he owed no more than that. They had borne him to a world of pain and poverty, where one had to scrape the mud from the gentry's heel to earn a few coppers. Was that something to be thankful for?
"It ain't too hard to pick up, ask Thomas." He said with a sigh "As for the family you keep goin' on about, you ain't like us. You might have fallen victim to the ships curse but I don't see any reason why you can't send some word to your family. Letters might work.""And tell them what?" Lloyd asked bitterly. "That I'm stuck on a ghost ship with Casper the Unfriendly ghost and company? That'd be really convincing."
"Tell 'em what you like, lad," Nathaniel retorted crisply "but if you're going to get an attitude then do it elsewhere. I ain't one who takes kindly to that, even now. Just do whatever duty I give you, without biting back and you'll find me agreeable enough."
"Fine." Lloyd bit back the tirade of malicious venom that burned his tongue. He couldn't abide people speaking down to him, reminding him of his old geography teacher, a pompous man with a handlebar moustache who had thought himself the Lord of the classroom and his students' mere servants.
"Ask Thomas if you need any help, he's a good lad and he'll show you what you need to learn. And where you'll find food supplies and the like."
"I don't want to ask for help," Lloyd grumbled, getting unsteadily to his feet. His head was floating from both stress and hunger, making him feel as though he was watching himself from afar, his body acting alone.
He limped away sullenly, letting the door click shut behind him, still half hoping this was all a dream, that he'd perhaps struck his head and he would soon wake in the cosiness of a hospital room or wherever it had occurred.
Up on deck the wind sang dismally through the tattered sails, whistling with the seabirds who circled above before heading back towards land.
The sun bled through and glowed on the crest of the waves, creating the image of frothing blood as they broke against the stern.Lloyd paused and gazed over the desolation for some moments. The sense of inferiority washing over him and feeling more lost than ever.
The growl of his stomach broke his silence and he hurriedly gathered himself, smiling to see the familiar red hair in the corner of his vision.
"Thomas!" He waved a hand to catch his attention, unable to jog over. "I was looking for you. I was trying to find some food, Nathaniel said you have stuff to eat around here. I haven't got a clue where to look though."
"Kitchen is below deck," Thomas wound up the rope he'd been fixing. "Don't get too excited, it isn't up to much, although we do have fresh produce now, it just appeared, rots and then appears again. None of us need to eat anymore. It seems once the age of death passed us then all natural instincts died as well. Don't stop the others drinking though, some habits never fade."
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When one thinks of a kitchen, they imagine a sparkling clean, white establish, everything neat and tidy and organised.
If one saw the galley of the Black Hind then they would be vastly disillusioned.Had John Higgins had cared about his given job at one stage then it certainly did not show; insects crawled and dust clung, the smell of mouldering food and rancid fungus scented the air like a horrific perfume.
Higgins himself seemed immune to it and saw nothing wrong with his workstation or the odour that emanated from it. He sat quite happily in the humid conditions, his once white apron now yellow with age and lack of care, idly scraping potatoes as he had done all his life.Thomas made a face as he entered and held his breath as long as he could; it was a futile effort since there was no way he could speak without breathing. Not wanting to open his mouth though in fear of emptying his stomach he cleared his throat, at the sound John looked up, his eyes sunk deep into his skull and almost black with shadow.
He could barley talk. His voice eaten away as a child by illness. Normally, he preferred to write notes, but there was no paper in the mess.
"Nice to watch 'em rot," he said in gravelly, bitter tone. "See 'em blacken, turn to decay. Gives you hope."
Lloyd's stomach churned as the gaze fixed on him, hungry and almost envious, as if seeking to suck the life from him.
"I-I can take over here?" He offered, nodding at the surface. "I worked in a restaurant, at least sort of. You can...do whatever you want if I do?"
John stared at him blankly for a moment before his dried lips peeled back and twisted into a grotesque grin.
"Please yourself, lad. You're the only one who will need to eat, unless the others decide to pull the flesh from you like the sharks they are." He lurched from where he stood, not a scrap of muscle or fat on him. Some of the men had weathered the curse far better, he had not been one of them. "Good idea to keep a few knives about you."
He reached and ran his gnarled fingers over the glimmering tool, the blade as clean and polished as it had been new, the etching on the handle still as clear.
"Always keep ya' instruments in good order. Never let ya' down in work or otherwise." His smile widened. "Cut a few throats and gutted a few fish with this. Seen a lot of blood. Treat her well, lad!" He clapped Lloyd sharply on the back and almost pitched him forward, laughing manically. "Feed her like you do yourself!"
He pushed back, still chuckling unpleasantly as Lloyd stared after him. He heard Thomas sigh.
"Ignore him, he's a donkey, but a bloodthirsty one. He loved butchering fish and anything with a heartbeat. But he knows better than to do that to anyone on the ship, we have a code of conduct around here."
Thomas moved forward and starting pointing out where everything was, pausing on occasion to think. It had been a while since he had been in here and, whilst little had changed, his memory had lapsed.
"Things fade when not used and replenish themselves, you're fortunate that never ceased," he said, opening a chest set in the corner. Inside raw meat sat in a mess, bleeding into the wood but still edible, the shade keeping it fresh for at least a few days.
"I wish that happened at home," Lloyd joked weakly, pulling back from the smell of the raw flesh. "It would save a lot of time and hassle."
He took up a strangely warped carrot, turning it over in his hands as he thought of what to do. Despite working where he did, his repertoire of dishes was limited. With what he had, he figured, he could easily make a stew. Until he thought of anything more creative it looked as if soups and stews were going to be his survival.
"Anyway, thanks, I'd work better on my own, I think," he met Thomas's placid gaze with a sad shrug. "It'll give me time to work through my thoughts as well."
Thomas nodded. "You know where I am if you need anything," he slipped through the door. "None of us can ever go far."
Lloyd was happily surprised by the quality of the produce, and soon the room filled with the deliciously scented steam of beef stew. It was basic recipe he had seen his mother use, and even though he knew he hadn't added the stocks and spices she had on hand, he could tell by the aroma that it wouldn't be unpleasant.It had been a challenge to figure out the stove. The fire for cooking was contained in the hearth beneath and the smoke filtered away up the chimney through a funnel to the weather deck. The stove held a hot water tank and three ovens with hefty cast iron doors, heating the surfaces for the pans and kettles hanging near the surrounding pipe railings.To prevent heat penetrating the deck below, it rested atop a layer of sand and crumbling brick.Even Nathaniel had once admitted it was one of the most cumbersome and complicated pieces on the ship, which made him wonder why a man such as Higgins was able to operate it. Yet once it was maste
The day was long.The ship sailed smoothly and passing vessels made no sign of seeing it but deftly avoided a collision as though a field radiated from it, making sure no harm came to those who didn't owe the ocean a payment.Lloyd watched sadly as the waves rose and fell, no sign of land in sight, just empty blueness, home to the whale and not of the human.Now and again a fish would approach the surface, barely more than a shadow in the sapphire, taking what it needed before sinking beneath again.Thomas offered small talk, the odd jape to try and ease his tension but little worked. Depression and resignment had settled and nothing would lift it unless he found the answers he needed."How long are we going to be sailing?" Lloyd asked eventually, tiring of gazing at the nothingness.Thomas shrugged. "It depends. We move faster than others at sea, we're in-between times and worlds. But we're still reliant on weather and suc
By studying the images accompanying the text, Lloyd found it easier to work out some of the old languages. His head throbbed in concentration and he took in each minute curve, each dot and kick of the letters, all glorious art in themselves. He became lost in a world of fantastical beasts that lurked unseen beneath the waves, visible only at the very last second when the life was extinguished from the viewer. Tales of beauty, of horror and combined. Told only from sketches and symbols. In the poor light, his eyes began to burn and he pushed the papers aside, rubbing his temples with a low groan. "My head's killing me." Nathaniel didn't look up."Get some air," he suggested pragmatically. "The salt in the breeze clears it." He took up the bottle near him, allowing the strong scent of alcohol to permeate his own senses as he opened it before taking a long swig. "Just don't whine about it, it ain't befitting around here." "I don't know
The island that peered through the humid haze seemed abandoned. From beyond the shore, more rocks than sand, grit and mud strewn paths led into the womb of the forest. Roots of trees, knotted together like despairing lovers, covered any safe footing. Islands like these had been a godsend in Nathaniel's golden years. A bounty of fresh fruit and vegetation that gave the much-needed nourishment that dried and cured produce couldn't. Not that it was all manna from heaven, falling foul of poison was a high risk, some of the most succulent looking plants being the most deadly. Lloyd stared in wonder. He'd read about places like this in books, seen images in museums of long-lost islands that apparently never existed. Or islands so remote that no one ever discovered them, or just avoided them out of fear of the supernatural. His imagination grew, suppressed for so long, it crafted mystical and magical scenario's, ones he knew were poppycock but thrilling
"Oh, come on!"Lloyd rolled his eyes as a loud hiss covered the words and the smell of frying fish and steam filled his vicinity."You can't say you're not abit interested! I mean, Adam Grant is starring! You know you like him, and it's being filmed in our town! He'll be walking the same streets as us!""Yeah," Lloyd wafted the humidity away and reached under the counter for his water, unpleasantly warm from being sat there. "Surrounded by bulky heavies. Remember to change the oil? Rick forgot last week and it reeked.""I'm not Rick." The blonde peeked through the hatch, her wispy hair fighting to free itself from the messy plait. "And don't change the subject. Sophie Lawson is the other lead and I'm dying to see if I can catch a glimpse. God! She has cheekbones to die for!"Lloyd tuned out as the ramble continued, voice growing higher and more annoying in her excitement.
Despite what he had said to Thomas, Lloyd was not about to allow the chance to find out more to slip through his fingers.Nerves roiled in his stomach, undulating and nauseating as he closed Nathaniel's door behind him, confident he would hear any approach. The hard boards echoed with any tread and even walking barefoot one could be detected.His fears were only partly for about the repercussions of being caught. His greatest consternation was finding out something that was better left unknown.It was a risk he needed to take, he could lie in the shadows and allow the waters to wash over him, suffocating him in ignorance.He was wary of Nathaniel. Their first meeting gave him reason to be. The man had strength, had power that he was not afraid to use. But unlike the crew, people he could not yet see as companions, he hadn't the experience to fear or be in awe.Nathaniel's desk was in good order, albeit slightly random in the manner in whi
Nathaniel watched Lloyd's expression as he slept. It slipped rapidly from nonchalant peace to discomfort.His brow furrowed as something spoke, the beast Nathaniel knew well, or one of its many minions.He looked away, already imagining the words being offered. Lloyd was innocent here, save for being too curious. He hadn't shaken the hand of a clawed fiend and sold his life and thrown away the souls of others."Means he's fair game for it," he muttered, swirling the residue of rum in the glass bottle. The etched crystal caught the candlelight and sent diamonds dancing like young stars on the walls. "Can only hope the lad's got sense enough to see through it. I ain't holdin' much hope for that though."He thought of Thomas. He was an example of one who resisted the constant taunts and allure of the mist dwellers. So many men, older and supposedly wiser, had been lured in. His crew was less than what it had been, foolishness wiping them out one by
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)As if through a dungeon-grate he peeredWith broad and burning face.Nathaniel brought the chart to the helmsman, silently holding it out as the sun faded the ink even more. Even after all these years, the knowledge ingrained in the mans' mind, he still repeated this routine, adapting the map himself as time dictated."Aye, captain." The voice was cracked, the vocal cords dried from the lack of fluid. The alcohol did little to quench it but water tasted like filth to him and the tang of the grape or distilled molasses was all his palate craved."Any change, inform me," Nathaniel mumbled as he trudged away, his footfalls causing the crew to work harder as his eye looked over them.Any flaw was swiftly picked up, and although he neglected to use the cat-o-nine-tails now, slicing the back to the point where skin hung in flayed
Lloyd debated returning to Nathaniel's rooms but decided against it.The papers had been hidden for a reason, and he wasn't sure the man would appreciate him digging them out. And he had enough of darkness and gloom. Even when lighting the lamps, the shadows swelled and twisted like ghouls.'Alas, I am but a weak mortal,' he smiled. 'I can't exist without natural light. I don't know how vampires manage. I'd go mad. Not to mention, I'd freak at being stuck in a closed coffin.'As he reached the deck, he avoided the eyes of the other men, keeping his gaze low and humming unmusically. He glanced about him, checking Nathaniel wasn't around. If the papers had been hidden, he didn't want them read, and Lloyd was sure he would receive the sharp end of his tongue, if not worse.He chose a place in the shadows, hoping it would shield him from prying eyes. He swallowed nervously, squinting to read the faded pages, the ink smeared from the damp beneath the board. Even so, his blood ran cold as
Lloyd was assaulted by the smell of dampness and mould when he stepped off the bottom rung and into the curtain of shadows. The thick expanse of darkness let little to no light penetrate its fibres, and what did served to showcase the glistening fungus that gnawed at the boards and made them treacherous to walk on.'Maybe this is another reason that alcohol is the most common fuel here,' he thought grimly, tentatively inching forward to secure his footing. 'There's not many reasons to stay sober.'Except Nathaniel. The thought came unbidden, and he smiled as warmth spread through his body and radiated through his amulet. It was almost as if whatever spirit the gem contained was determined to harness whatever positive energy it found."Thanks," he patted the throbbing stone. "I need all the warmth I can find."He was so focused on finding the right room without losing his footing that he didn't even notice the strange shadow seeping like tar from the wall and rising behind him in a
A dark aura, thick and foreboding, rolled with the mist over the deck, the two merging into a sinister shroud that enveloped the ship.Even the broad and beaming moon in the sky seemed to shrink back as it watched over the ship, pulling the tide away with it.Lloyd stepped out into the fresh air, briefly closing his eyes to savour the breeze's saltiness. After what he'd been through, this felt like Heaven.He was still weak, his legs aching and protesting as he tried to use them, and he slowly hobbled over to the rails.His mind was awash with what he had read, and he was trying to process the information that was slowly forming an intricate mosaic, a mosaic of fear, determination, and a growing understanding of the perilous situation he was in, with each piece falling into place. He looked at the churning mist, hovering like sea foam on the undulating waves."You won't feel so calm and confident soon," he whispered, a bitter edge to his voice. "All the harm you've done, all the inju
The repairs on the ship were slow and methodical.Despite Nathaniel's impatience, he understood the necessity of the slow pace of repairs and the potential consequences of haste. His legendary leadership became evident in his acceptance of the situation. Hasty repairs made for shoddy workmanship and usually led to a worse situation later. It was a bitter pill to accept. The whole aura of the island was not just unwelcoming, but hostile, as if the very air wanted to throw them back out to sea.It didn't dampen his temper, either. The slowness tore at his nerves, and the effort to conceal his impatience was a constant struggle.In stark contrast, Lloyd seemed unperturbed by the chaos around him. The clatter and grumbles were a mere whisper compared to the bustling restaurant he was used to. His mind was fixed on the text, and he concentrated so hard that his head throbbed as he tried to decipher the archaic script and faded lettering.'Pain is good for the soul,' he thought as he too
As soon as Higgins saw Nathaniel leave, he headed for Nathaniel's cabin. He came bearing gifts if one could call bread and dried meat gifts. He knocked once, then entered before Lloyd could respond. The sight of the drawn-looking form made him pause, his unease growing like a storm on the horizon.He quickly swallowed when Lloyd looked quizzically at him. He hurried to the desk, placed the chipped plate down, and scribbled a note.'Thought you might be hungry. It ain't much; I haven't cooked for ages.'"Thanks," Lloyd read the note. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the food, but he wasn't sure whether it was with need or revulsion. "And don't worry about it; food is food," he said, the lack of choice in his tone unmistakable.Higgins nodded, offering him the plate. He tried not to stare as he picked idly at the stale crust, his fingers hesitating over the harder parts, a process that seemed to stretch on uncomfortably.Even though their cupboards were never bare, that didn't prom
Alcohol.The scourge of the earth and the source of all its joy!Lloyd had a discerning taste or liked to think he did and was always particular about what he drank. Despite his modest income, he prioritised quality, saving for a decent brand. The thought of stale beer and plonk for wine was enough to make him shudder.In some ways, it was a blessing. He hadn't wanted to go down the route of drinking cheap booze to knock himself out. There were other ways to deal with day-to-day stress. Getting drunk now and then was good enough.The rum Nathaniel had was of a strength seldom found on the streets. In fact, one probably needed a special licence to brew it that strong. It was bitter and burned his throat as it practically evaporated on the way down. But at that moment, it tasted like the sweetest honey after the hideous journey of his dreams. "Shit...how do...you stay sober?" He asked between hurried but tiny swallows, each drop making his body shudder with delight and disgust and sha
Nathaniel returned to his desk. He was visibly shaken and glad Lloyd couldn't see it. Despite the younger male's belief that emotion didn't make him weak, it was hard to conquer.Emotion, whatever it was, had always been an enemy to fight.He seized three books, practically tearing the pages as he searched the lengthy paragraphs. It seemed like hours before he finally caught sight of something that could help.It was a long shot, and it was dangerous, but time was running out.'I ain't got a choice. And I ain't wasting any more time. If this works, I'll have time later to see if there's anything else to ease things.' He looked over at the bed, biting his lip.Lloyd clutched at the air, desperate for anything to help him sit up. Lying down, he felt as if a chain was wrapped tight around his chest, and someone, or something, had its hands around his throat. "Nathaniel, it's getting hard to swallow, and it hurts when I take too deep a breath." His voice sounded far away, an echo in his
Thus, he loved. Thus, he lostLife was cruel, and he paid the cost.Oh, illness and death was sharp and strongHe cursed the Gods of new and old.Above in Heaven, he doth hear. He felt, he sensed, the mortal fear Thy mortal soul, you'll suffer still But blessed you'll be when you slay evil.Lloyd tossed in his sleep as pain and infection coursed through his limp body. His dreams moved freely, each more unpleasant than the last.He sat, his body slack and covered in clammy sweat, in the damp, dark cave where Blake had trapped him. Like towering spectres, the shadows seemed to mock him as unseen creatures stirred within them.A grotesque figure, human in form but radiating a foul stench, stood at the mouth of the cave, blocking the light.'I hunger. Death is unkind. The master will not allow me to feed except on my own body. I ate my heart. It broke my teeth...but I crave soft flesh.'Blake's mouth dripped with desperation and grim desire as it reached Lloyd's ears. He could almos
Lloyd proceeded cautiously towards Nathaniel's room. His pride slowed his step, but the odd feeling that the others were talking about him slowed it even more.The way the amulet pulsated, like a frantic heartbeat, made him believe that his ordeal was not yet over. He took a breath when he reached the door, bolstering his nerves before throwing it open without even a by-your-leave, smiling brightly as Nathaniel span around, the look of shock a novelty in the usually irritated eyes. "What on earth do you..." The question remained unfinished as Lloyd stalked boldly over and slid into his lap, curling his arms around his neck. "I know we're going to leave land...But how long have we got? Or when do we reach land again?" He asked, "I have a surprise for you." He winked, his lips curling in a sly, seductive grin. "And I think it's one you'll appreciate." Nathaniel was silent for a moment, his eyes flitting from Lloyd to the chart on his desk. Lloyd could almost see his thoughts shatte