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My mind won’t rest so after a few hours I head out to the exercise quarters, needing to let off steam when Clunk seeks me out, grabs my arm violently and yanks me into the bathroom. I don’t know where my usual guard is but he is terrible at his job.
He closes the door and pushes me against it, clapping his hand over my mouth when I try to yell.
“You have the fifth phone,” he hisses, and I immediately silence. He moves away checking the cubicles one by one. His hands ball into fists and I start trembling, wondering if I should run.
“I don’t know what you’re…”
“You’re lucky it was me that Captain tossed the bag at. Put four away, until ten minutes ago he asked if I had one, said he bought five.”
I clamp my lips shut. I am fucked. I’m going to die.
“Did you call him? The pig?”
I don’t reply. Though when his fist hits the door beside my head I definitely whimper and shy away.
He hisses as he shakes me, “Did you call him?”
“Yesterday,” I reply honestly and he moves away, ripping a hand through his hair.
“Fucking cunt… fucking fucked FUCK!” He punches the wall of the cubicle three times, making it shake. His narrowed eyes land on me again. “You told them where we are?”
“Kind of.”
“FUCK!” he roars again. “Okay.” He pulls a bandana out of his leather jacket pocket and ties it to his head as he thinks. It’s something he does when he’s stressed. It’s black with little white skulls on it, how fitting for a pirate. “This is what is going to happen.”
“You’re not going to kill me?”
“You’re going to make your decision right now because I’m moving this fucking ship.”
“My decision.”
“Life or death?”
“I…” I look around the room, hoping the answer comes out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die.”
“Then I’ll help you get to the island. You can stay there and wait for your pig boyfriend to get you.”
My breath hitches at the thought of finally getting my chance. “You’d do that?”
“I brought you here, I’m making sure you get out alive. But I have to move this ship. What’s your decision?”
Suddenly faced with the possibility that I might never see him again has my heart hammering and my palms sweating. I begin to panic, trying to find an excuse to leave, an excuse to stay… anything.
“What about the information?”
“Fuck the information, boys are getting reckless and Niall doesn’t know shit and Captain knows it.”
My teeth scrape across my lip. “I need to say goodbye.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do, I just need to see him one last time.”
He grits his teeth and grumbles, “This isn’t a fucking fairy tale. He’s not going to let you go if he finds out what you’re doing.”
“I know that. I just need ten minutes. Please!” I beg.
“Fine. Meet me by the sailboat in ten minutes. If you’re even a second late I’m moving this fucking ship with you on it. You got it?”
I don’t hesitate. I turn ready to run to Captain when Clunk calls after me, “He’s with Geoffrey.”
I pick up the pace, my feet hammering on the metal floor. I bump into people, narrowly miss doors and stumble over discarded rope as I go.
I just need to see him, I just need to kiss him, just one last time.
Of course, I hate him for what he did but I only have myself to blame for letting him affect me, and now, stupidly I’m risking my freedom to see him one last time.
What does that mean?
I don’t give it more thought as I skid into the hall outside Geoffrey’s lab. Voices echo around the narrow space and normally I’d be eager to listen to the gossip as it travels through the hollow pipes from different rooms. The pipes work like those cup phones with string sometimes, depending where you’re standing while you talk.
“You need to up the dose.” Captain’s voice carries quietly along one of the pipes leading from Geoffrey’s lab. I stop and catch my breath.
“She hates you, this won’t stop that,” Geoffrey replies and I stand on my tiptoes to press my ear to the cold, hollow pipe.
“No, but it’ll mellow her out and at the very least make her need me again.” Captain sounds sad, mad… what is he talking about? “Or at the very least arouse her enough for me to work my way back into her life.”
Geoffrey laughs once. “That’s akin to rape.”
“I know she wants me so no, it’s not.”
“I won’t do that to her. I’m sorry but I draw the line at this concoction.”
What concoction? What are they talking about?
“I’m your captain.”
“I refuse, I’m sorry, Captain, but no more. If she wants you she’ll come to you on her own.”
On my own? Are they talking about me? Surely not…
