Spark of Life
“I’ll not be left here.”
“She speaks and, with stern words at that, Chin!”
Xheng’s eyes widened. It was the first sentence Amarelle had spoken. The Captain relieved Amarelle of her abusive captor, the Preacher, almost a fortnight ago but she’d fallen into a mute silence after being rescued. He noticed a spark of life in her eyes. Stiffness in her stance fore told a stubborn determination to have her way in this discussion.
“You are still too weak for a voyage over the ocean to the Canada’s, Amarelle,” Chin spoke his words softly and carefully so as not to cause the girl duress.
“I’ll not stay!” Amarelle stated with forceful intent.
“Well, she’s correct in thinking she can’t stay Chin! The moment we are gone the Preacher will be claiming her once again and we can’t have that. Gather up what tinctures you can for her and all the cheese, fat meats and bread makings you can to get her weight up while we journey. Then procure some proper foot wear and clothing for the girl. She will be relegated to the Captain quarters while we sail.”
Smith gave Amarelle a quick once over. The girl, although healing, was frail. Outward bruising had disappeared but she had not overcome the trauma she’d endured at the Preacher’s hands.
“Deny her nothing Chin. Take her with you to gather her needs. I suggest you hurray we leave on the tide come morning light.” (more…)
The Trefoil Muse 
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