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In Julia's POV :O New, I know.
Chapter Sixteen: Julias POV
It's miserable being upon this horrible ship! It's only day two of my capture and already I'm eagerly eyeing the small window to jump through to end my life. No, I made a promise. The beasts will pay.
"Oh no.." I groan out loud. I stagger over to the rusty tin bucket and heave what's left of last nights dinner  in to it. The foul oder of my own makings almost makes me heave again but thankfully, nothing is left in my stomach.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust at myself. Slowly, I rise back up onto my feet, meeting my reflection in the mirror and I almost cry. My beautiful curly hair is a tangled mess pulled into a dreadful looking bun in a hopless attempt to make myself look decent. My face is sickly pale and dark circles mark my eyes making me look like a vengeful ghost! My nightgown, my beautiful silk nightgown, is dirty and wrinkled! Fury boils through my veins, I am a lady! I should not be treated in this way!
Carefully I make my way over towards the door, and I mustered up enough strength to pound on the door as hard as I can. I step back, respectfully waiting for the two montsterous men to open the door to hear my demands. Moments go by with no effect, so I pound on the door again. It's not lady-like to shout, keep that in mind.
Finally the sound of a lock opening jingles and the wooden door swings open. I gasp, taking a step back with my hand over my mouth and nose. What is this foul creature!?
"I demand to know who you are!" I say through my hand. The man laughs, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. What a horrible sound!
"Bah, what do ye be needin now lass?" The man speaks. His voice is deep and rumbles with each word spoken. His black hair is long, greasy, and unkept that falls to his shoulders in wild, tangled curls. He's fairly large with an awful looking scar just below his neck that travels up to his ear and wide shoulders from years of work.
I square up my shoulders and take in a small breath. "First of all, I'm a lady and will be treated as such! I will not submit to being called lass. Second-" The man throws his head back, letting out another awful laugh. "How dare you intrupt me!"
"Ye listen 'ere. I be not takin orders from the likes of you. A spoiled lit'l brat." He spits out. My mouth drops open in shock. How dare he speak to me in this manner!
Someone clears his throat from behind my guard who whirls around, his back facing me now. I shudder, he has many open ozzing boils along his shoulders and opened, infected wounds. "Now, what be goin' on 'ere?" A surpisingly gentle voice speaks with authority.
Nate? I peer over the man, trying to see who it is but to no avail, he's too tall. However, he steps to the side, not saying a word.
A small, cleaner looking man steps towards the open doorway. His thinning, white hair is pulled back behind a green bandana in desperate need of replacement. His grey eyes are soft and warm, full of concern as he looks over at me, respectfully. As he gets closer, I smell a faint scent of sweetness.
"Ye must be Julia." He says simply. He turns to the gaurd, waving him away with a careless flick of a hand. To my shock, the unruly man obeys.
"Who are you?" I ask carefully.
The man waits until he was sure my guard was gone before speaking. "My name is Howell O'Mally and I'm pleased to make your acquantice." This man actually speaks in proper english!? He chuckles, "Yes, I'm somewhat civilaized."
"Yes, yes I am Julia DeBeau, daughter of Nobel Bane DeBeau and Dutchess Isabel DeBeau but my-"
He raises a hand, "Yes, I'm aware that your mother isn't Isabel. I give you my sincere apology for your loss."
My heart warms from his kindness, but my knees start to tremble and feel weak. The overwhelming nausea comes back with a vengince from the boat swaying sharply to the side from a large wave. The man, Howell, reacts fast and jumps to retrieve the tin bucket and holds me steady before I fall. His hands are rough but he softly pushes back my strands of hair while my stomach empties itself completely.
"I'm sorry," I gasp, "that you must witness me in this way." He helps me stand and walks me over to the bed.
"Tis be alright." He says with a wink and I smile. "I am Captain Nate's first mate, and his trusted friend."
I look up at him, "But you are such a kind gentleman, surely you are not here by will. You have been captured like me."
He shakes his head, "No, I came here on my own."Â The ship sways again, and I groan, unable to ask another question. "Shh, rest now. However, tell me what you need and I will go and fetch them for you."
I nod my head, "For starters, may I ask for some fresh water and clean clothes to change into. Perhaps a small, soft stew to soothe my stomach and throat?"
"Yes, of course. Lay back and I will return momentairly."
Nodding my head again, I lean back into the thin, uncomfortable pillows and close my eyes. I hear Howell close the door behind him and though it was late morning, I drifted into sleep.
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I let out a squeal of laughter, running after my crazy little sister. "Come back!" I called after her. Her tiny, shiny red shoes clop against the wooden floor. For a moment she disapears from my view, hiding behind piles of crates but her giggles expose where she is.
"Oh little Mary!" I sing out, and I hear her giggle again. "Where have you gone!"
Suddenly, her blonde curly hair pops up behind a dark wooden chest. "Here I am sissy!" She runs into my arms and I pick her up, twirling around. "You found me, you found me!" She laughs.
"Come on girls, we must head inside. The Captain has warned me that the seas are becoming rougher now." I turn and see my mother standing against the wooden rail of the bow. Her elegant teal blue dress flows behind her from the misty sea air, and her blonde hair is tightly wound up in a bun.
I nod my head and start to head inside until the ship suddenly makes a loud, groaning sound. Mary screams in terror and squirms out of my grasp. I try to hold onto her but the ship suddenly takes a sharp turn and I fall onto my side. I hit my head and I look up, dazed, for my sister. I see her crying, running towards my mother. Terror trickles through my blood and I struggle to stand.
I hear my mother screaming for Mary and me to get safely inside but she stops abruptly. A sweet and addicting song had mixed into the rapidly increasing winds. I watch, horrified, as my mother's eyes grow wide, and the blacks of her eyes grow smaller. My sister Mary clings onto her legs, begging to be picked up.
A crewman snatches me up, and I notice he's stuffed his ears with cotton. What's going on here, I wondered to myself, trying not to cry. I let out a cry as the ship takes a violent wave to her side causing me to fall over, taking the crewman down with me. Again, my head smacks hard against the floor and black dots blur my vision.
"Lilianne, darling no!" My father's voice bellows out, he too having his ears stuffed with cotton. Then, from the corner of my eye, I watch in horror as three men jumped over the side of the ship. I scream loudly, the wind whips past my ears bringing another song along with it.
I start to sob, crying out for my mother to snap out of her trance. Mary still clings to her legs, but she too has the same dazed expression as my mother. Then, my heart shatters. With another final wave hitting the side of the ship, both my mother and sister climb over the edge and plummet down into the sea.
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"Julia! Julia, wake up! Wake up!"
My eyes open, light flooding into them. My vision is blurred by tears, I didn't know I was crying. I sit up too fast and feel faint. My nightgown clings to my body like a second skin, soaked from sweat. I cry out in disgust and wipe away drips of sweat down my face.
"What-?" My face flushes a bright red of shame. Howell and Nate were watching me, Howell with concern and Nate was just staring at me.
"Ye must been havin one nightmare." Howell says, back in his unruly speak infront of Nate.
I smooth back my hair, "Oh, oh yes. I may have been- ahem, thank you for waking me." I fludder my eyes down, settling on my hands folded into my lap. My heart is heavy, and I struggle to keep back tears. I refuse to break down in front of this brute.
"You were shouting like a mad woman." Nate grumbles.
"I will not be treated this way by you!" I snap at him. "Now, I do apologize for my actions but I feel quite ill. I request to be left alone to- to rest." My voice wobbles at the end, unable to take in anything anymore. This is all too over whelming that will sure to cause early wrinkles!
"Now, now Nate. Lets leave er be." Howell ushers Nate out the door but pauses briefly, leaving a covered cup on the empty dresser.
I stand up, unsure of my legs and walk over to the cup. Its warm to the touch and when I opened it an aroma of a wonderfully smelling stew fills my nose. I choke back on a sob from Howell's kindness, no one has ever been this kind to me for years. With a tear falling from my eyes, I bring the cup to my lips and start to sip at the stew. The stew is just as delicious as it smells and the warmth brings comfort to my throat and stomach. I settle back down on the bed and continue to sip the stew, allowing to lose myself to several moments of sweetness.
I really liked this chapter:) This is happening at the same time Charlie's events are going on.
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