Chapter Four (Kateri's Pirate Story)

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Chapter 4: The Evening

That evening was better then Sarah thought it would be. She was in charge of serving dinner to the whole crew, and it wasn't an easy task.

The pirates had dinner on the worn tables in the galley, all of them except the captain had ate in his private room. Sarah had yet to see the captain, but that was just fine with her. Most of the pirates didn't bother to thank her, or ask for things politely, but a rare few did.

Sarah refused to make eye contact with any of them, and only spoke when she really had to. Luckily for her, most of the pirates didn't even seem to notice her.

Sarah watched from the outside of the galley. Oh were they ever rude! No manners what so ever! Sarah cringed at the sound of a bad word. Sighing, she slipped out into the dark.

At least there hadn't been any fights so far, and nobody had gotten drunk. It was more then she had hoped for.

From the galley Sarah could hear the crew's conversation. She listened in, just a bit curious.

"When will be dock again? Do ya know?" asked one.

"In one week's time if the weather holds." answered Jamison.

"Will we be picking up another slave?

"Nah, that lass is more then enough for me right now. After all, we've got a long trip ahead of us. We don't want the bother of feeding any more people then it is right now."

Where were they going? At least they'd dock in a week or so. Maybe there would be a chance of escape? No, there would be no chance. Sarah pushed those thoughts right out of her head. There was no hope of that.

"It'll be good to be going home." said Jamison

Going home? Where was he from again? The Bahamas! They were going to the Bahamas? But that was ages away from here! A year's travel most likely. A year aboard this boat? Aboard with Jamison? Oh no! Never! She felt like crying at the sound of it. "But no." she thought "I won't cry. I'll cry when I leave this ship, tears of joy. And I will cry tears of joy the day I leave Jamison."

But the idea of spending at that time at sea, made poor Sarah sick. Leaning back on the wooden crates she held back hot angry tears.

"We're taking that gal all the way there?" asked another pirate.

"Why not?" said Jamison "The slave trade is very good in the Bahamas. And besides, if we sell her off now there's a much greater chance of me getting caught. Why risk that?"

Sarah fell asleep thinking dark angry thoughts. She was so mad she wasn't sure what she was going to do.

Later that night she awoke with a start. Twp pirates, Old Buck and David Rock, were on the deck firing their guns into the water.

"Shark for dinner tomorrow!"called David Rock pulling up a large dead shark.

Sarah had never felt more disgusted in all her life. She fell asleep again that night to the smell of dead fish and gunpowder.