Post by Lady Liliana Campbell on Jun 3, 2008 0:21:25 GMT -6
"Throw 'er to the sharks, boys!"
"Let tha' wench drown!"
Cruel words. Heartless words. The last words mouthed by the men who had treated Liliana so very cruelly as they tossed her bleeding form over the side of the ship. Hitting the water, gasping for air just before her head went under, Liliana thought the one man would get his wish. It came to her then that she had almost no clue how to swim...
Arms and legs flailing, head rising above water for a second as she dragged air into her lungs, a splash sounded just off to her right. Fearing the worst, that those creatures, ones she had seen devour men who had had the misfortune to fall bleeding off the side of a ship, had come for her bleeding form she screamed. Another splash and another scream of fear. This one was bloodcurdling as her exhausted eyes spotted what she thought was a fin.
Little did Liliana know that not only was her exhausted mind playing tricks on her, but so were the men aboard the ship. The splashes came as they tossed off trunks and barrels, the men laughing with glee everytime she cried out, they were enjoying themselves as their Captain had told them to. A chest was grabbed, brought from the cabin where she'd been held captive, and tossed over the side again. Except this splash didn't bring another scream...
No, there was no screaming as Liliana had went under again. Struggling to get her head above water again, fuzzy eyes noting the way the water turned red from the wound in her abdomen. Memories from her childhood swam in her mind- the men killing her father and sister, her stepmother's sadistic laughter, the pirate chuckling as he stabbed her again and again...
Liliana realized then that she could not die here. Not yet. That pirate had not defeated her as a child and these pathetic men would not do so now. Having not been given food or water, or excercise, her body was weak, but she took every bit of strength left within her, drawing from her soul, until her head was above water again. Gasping for air, blinking water from her eyes, she spotted the chest off in the distance and made herself move toward it. As soon as she grasped the chest, dragging as much of her body onto it as possible, the hold on her strength slipped and blackness consumed her...
From a distance it would look like nothing more than a chest floating in the sea. By now it'd been floating for a day and a half, the figure upon it having suffered the rays of the sun during the day and the chill winds during the night. During this whole time she had not fully awakened though once in awhile delusional mumblings, likely caused by a fever, would pass her lips. Mostly the words 'Papa' or 'Beth' or 'Please...let me...go...'. There was distress behind all these words.
Though her skin was copper in color she was unnaturally pale, her form nude except for a shredded white shift that was stained with blood, and her long ebony hairwas tangled in the fingers of one hand. She looked nearly dead.
As that chest floated nearer to the docks of Turas Lan a wave would cause the object to lift and drop some. The figure upon it would shift, a hoarse cry coming from her, as she began to slowly slip off of it into the water...
"Let tha' wench drown!"
Cruel words. Heartless words. The last words mouthed by the men who had treated Liliana so very cruelly as they tossed her bleeding form over the side of the ship. Hitting the water, gasping for air just before her head went under, Liliana thought the one man would get his wish. It came to her then that she had almost no clue how to swim...
Arms and legs flailing, head rising above water for a second as she dragged air into her lungs, a splash sounded just off to her right. Fearing the worst, that those creatures, ones she had seen devour men who had had the misfortune to fall bleeding off the side of a ship, had come for her bleeding form she screamed. Another splash and another scream of fear. This one was bloodcurdling as her exhausted eyes spotted what she thought was a fin.
Little did Liliana know that not only was her exhausted mind playing tricks on her, but so were the men aboard the ship. The splashes came as they tossed off trunks and barrels, the men laughing with glee everytime she cried out, they were enjoying themselves as their Captain had told them to. A chest was grabbed, brought from the cabin where she'd been held captive, and tossed over the side again. Except this splash didn't bring another scream...
No, there was no screaming as Liliana had went under again. Struggling to get her head above water again, fuzzy eyes noting the way the water turned red from the wound in her abdomen. Memories from her childhood swam in her mind- the men killing her father and sister, her stepmother's sadistic laughter, the pirate chuckling as he stabbed her again and again...
Liliana realized then that she could not die here. Not yet. That pirate had not defeated her as a child and these pathetic men would not do so now. Having not been given food or water, or excercise, her body was weak, but she took every bit of strength left within her, drawing from her soul, until her head was above water again. Gasping for air, blinking water from her eyes, she spotted the chest off in the distance and made herself move toward it. As soon as she grasped the chest, dragging as much of her body onto it as possible, the hold on her strength slipped and blackness consumed her...
From a distance it would look like nothing more than a chest floating in the sea. By now it'd been floating for a day and a half, the figure upon it having suffered the rays of the sun during the day and the chill winds during the night. During this whole time she had not fully awakened though once in awhile delusional mumblings, likely caused by a fever, would pass her lips. Mostly the words 'Papa' or 'Beth' or 'Please...let me...go...'. There was distress behind all these words.
Though her skin was copper in color she was unnaturally pale, her form nude except for a shredded white shift that was stained with blood, and her long ebony hairwas tangled in the fingers of one hand. She looked nearly dead.
As that chest floated nearer to the docks of Turas Lan a wave would cause the object to lift and drop some. The figure upon it would shift, a hoarse cry coming from her, as she began to slowly slip off of it into the water...
