Chapter Five (Pirate Story)

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Chapter 5: In The Hold

"Time to get up!" yelled someone. Sarah didn't want to, but she knew if she didn't there would be a punishment in store for her.

She looked into the early morning sun. "You're to go to the hold." said Mitch Snarle sweeping the deck.

"The hold?"

"Yes, you're to clean it up. Now get going!"

Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed, but got up, and went to get a bucket of water. She headed down below into the dark hold. Sarah lit and candle when she reached the bottom step, when the light reached into the room, she gave a cry of horror.

Rats and cockroaches scurried into their hiding places to avoid the light.

"Disgusting isn't it?" said a voice. Sarah turned around. Johnny Terror was sitting atop a packing box eating an apple. Sarah nodded. "Yes, tis' the dirtiest place I've ever seen! And I'm supposed to clean it?"

"By cleaning it, Jamie means throw out the dead rats, and whatever else dead things you find. And if something's rotting, or close to being dead, throw that out too."

The sound of that made Sarah feel down right sick. Well, what had to be done, had to be done.

"This is unhealthy..." sighed Sarah pulling a box away "I'll probably catch some sort of incurable dieses, just being down here! No person should be allowed to even come down in the hold!"

"Be glad you're not locked up down here." said Johnny pointing to the sides of the ship. Chains and shackles were screwed into the walls. Sarah shivered. "Many a man and woman has been chained to those walls. And many..." he paused "Have taken their last breath down here."

Sarah looked with horror upon the dirty chains. "In fact." continued Johnny throwing his apple core on the floor "You're the first of our prisoners not to shackled up down here." Sarah felt sick.

"Why am I so lucky?" she finely asked.

Johnny cast her grin. "You're in the special charge of Mr. Jamison Dread, seems he doesn't want to have his lady chained."

Sarah flicked back her hair. "I don't belong to anyone!" she said sternly.

"Say whatever you like!" called Johnny jumping off the crate "But remember, just because you say it, doesn't make it true."

Sarah just sighed, and continued her cleaning. She pulled away the wooden boxes, and lugged them out of the way. Then, using a piece of torn sacking like a glove, she picked up all the horrid garbage, and dumped it into an empty crate.

Finally, after hours, she was done. She packed up her crates of garbage, and left behind a hold so clean you could eat off the floor. She tossed the trash over the side of the ship. She felt proud of all the work she had done. Since she was going to be on board for awhile, she should at least clean the place up a bit.

"I'm done!" declared Sarah stepping in front of Jamison "And I cleaned it perfectly."

"Really?" he looked at her "Really? Well, lets see it then."

When he went down into the hold he gave a whistle. "Whew! It sure looks like you know what you're doing. I guess I chose pretty good slave for us."

Sarah cast him an evil glare.

"You're all done for today after you help Skinner in the galley. I hope you know know how to skin a shark." And Jamison marched up the stairs whistling.

Slowly Sarah made her way to the galley, preparing herself for the worst.