Fury Like The Sea

I got a few responses so here is an update, early I know, but that's it for this one for a while. War is making me want to punch an infant I'm so frustrated with my writers block. I'll work throught it, I love the story too much to do anything else. So read and enjoy and let me know if you would like me to continue.




A not so gentle nudge in her side woke her up from her not so comfortable sleep. The fisherman who had carried her away had tossed her haphazardly into the brig of the ship, luckily she had been alone, if other prisoners were there she had a feeling she wouldn't be alive. She sat up and held the side of her head gingerly, only a little blood but she doubted it was hers.

"Get up girlie, you're home."

She focused her eyes and looked up at the gruff man standing over her. He wasn't in the garb of the King's Guard, but he didn’t look like a peasant either. She got to her feet steadily and took inventory of her things. Her clothes were intact, all fingers and toes in place, they had even been so kind as to return her dagger to her hip. Her hands were untied, which was unusual, after her first run in with the guards they had always kept her tied. They found out quickly that her hands did things not so kind when they were free.

"Home?" The words slipped from her lips clumsily, she needed to clear her head and fast, if they had already crossed the channel and reached the island she was in trouble.

"Complete with oceanside view and death, rape and pillage." She grinned, not wanting to fulfill his deepest delights by showing him how panicked she really was.

"Sounds like my kind of place. Where do I get off?" His smile left his lips as he led her dryly from the hold. She smiled at his boldness to turn his back to her while she had a dagger at her disposal. She thought of all the ways she could kill him without making a sound.

They reached the dock and it seemed the entire ship had been waiting for her. Most watched hungrily as she stalked towards her exit, a wood plank stretched over the side of the ship. She looked into the distance at her fate. A small wooded island with nowhere to hide. She knew hundreds of convicts had to be there, it was impossible for her to avoid violent contact that she knew would be waiting for her. She stepped onto the black wood and a cry of glee rose from the men behind her. She didn't think she could get a louder rise out of them if she had taken her clothes off. The water was clear enough; she couldn’t see the notorious sharks that plagued the water in the area.

"Jump dearie we don't have all day!"

She glared at the men from over her shoulder as she unstrapped her dagger and placed it in her teeth. It was her only weapon; she didn't want to lose it before even reaching the beach. Without pause, before her resolve could soften she took three long strides and stepped off the end of the board. Cries of glorious victory were drowned out by the wash of ocean water swallowing her whole. She resurfaced in the choppy water and set to work swimming to the shore, the faster she moved the less time the sharks had to realize she was there. The ship hadn't been too far from the shore, and they didn't get the show they wanted before she was too far for them to see if she had died or not. But her trial wasn't over, as she neared she watched as a group gathered on the shore. She ship was like a flag for fresh meat, and she was sure the welcome wagon wasn't going to be friendly. She swam faster none-the-less; sharks were gathering in the shallows as she neared, they would be waiting for her too.

The men came into view as she closed the space between them. Three of them, large and muscled and dark from the sun. They each had crude rusted blades that would cut her as well as a piece of wood. She wasn't too afraid of them, yes there were three and they were much larger than she was, but they would depend on blunt force, she had other tactics. The sharks were too close for comfort when she finally could touch the sand beneath her feet. One of the men had waded eagerly into the waist deep water and waited for her to close the distance. She smiled, his first mistake. As soon as she could get a foothold into the sand she charged him, a small glimmer of surprise on his face she freed her dagger and sliced along his thigh, darting away from his grasp like a wild dog would. It was her way to defeat blunt force, strike and get away faster than they can move.

The blood flowed into the water around him as his temper flared and he charged her. She only ran through the shallows, being careful not to draw him from the water. She only had to go a short way before he screamed in pain, a tiger shark sinking his teeth bone deep into his thigh. He was finished. She darted onto the beach to meet the others waiting for her and a little off tilt by her show. She tensed and took her stance before them, not willing to attack first. She was smaller; a head on attack from her would do nothing but get her killed. If the larger men charged her, it was easier for her to take them of balance. One gathered his malice and charged her, a guttural cry rising up his throat. She sidestepped his charge as her dagger flashed out; the beautiful sound of cutting flesh resonated in her ears. His cry was cut short, blood bubbled out of his gaping throat as he struggled for breath. He clutched at his wound at an attempt to stop his death but it was close and she didn't need to worry about him anymore.

The third was wary of her, more cleaver than his friends. The first to attack her had already gone silent, the sharks making quick work of his body in the water. Bubbling sounds to her back let her know the other was on his way to hell and she was paving her way. She twirled the dagger in her hand as she stanced again, ready for an attack, but one never came. His head whipped around, his eyes wide with fear as an arrow shot through his eye. Her fight or flight response switched in that moment, she wasn't going to fight every convict on the island. Her feet turned her and she bolted down the shore, faster than she had ever moved before. She needed shelter, a place to hide, somewhere no one would find her. Her ears strained to hear a pursuer behind her but she didn't hear anything but the ocean and her feet driving into the sand. The forest was thick and dark and deep, everything in her screamed to keep out of it, it would be hard to fight and run in something so thick, but she couldn't stay in the open. She slowed to a jog as she slipped into the forest. It was considerably cooler there, but very thick. She didn't like it, she couldn’t see more than a few yards in front of her and the wind made it hard to listen for footfalls. She felt exposed and alone and felt a tinge of fear rising in her. She didn't see anywhere she could hide herself well, her shirt was white, she stood out in the dark brush. She quickly buttoned her jacket close, despite the heat. A hand closed around her mouth, silencing the scream she didn't get to sound. Out of instinct her hands went to the arm about her, her dagger falling to the ground with a metallic thump. She cursed herself mentally for the slip up. Her head was held back painfully, making it hard for her to breathe. Warm plumes of air fell against her ear as cold steel slid across her skin, she tried to see her captor out of the corner of her eye but all she could see was a mass of dirty brown hair.

"Be quiet little girl, you'll wake the dragon."

She swallowed hard, a complicated process with her windpipe nearly closed from her head being so far back. He didn't relinquish his hold of her; she tried to look in the direction he was staring. They were hidden well behind thick brush, so long as they didn’t move the 'dragon' wouldn't see them. He was tall, maybe six feet, if not more, and the single most terrifying person she had ever seen. Everything on him was black; everything on him was made to kill. His boots rose high up his legs, a place for a switchblade could be seen at the toes. His dark leather pants looked too tight to be comfortable, but he moved easily in them as if they were his skin. His shirt was more like an armor chest piece, thin black leather that was formed against his skin perfectly down until just above his mid-thighs. A metal belt rested just above his hips that she was sure contained a weapon or two. Heavy leather straps draped around his throat and low near his chest as if he had been contained at one time. Over all this he wore a long, high collared trench coat that was badly tattered at the bottom. Sleek black blades that she didn't think was metal extended from both his hands, but they weren't swords, it looked as if they were attached to his wrists or something of the sort and extended straight from his fists. His face, despite the threat that radiated off of him, was beautiful. An eye patch covered his right eye, the strap crossing over his cheek and below his left ear. His long black hair fell into his gaze and against his masculine face.

His visible eye shined an animalistic yellow straight through the brush, right at her. That wasn't what shocked her and sent chills through her body. Extending from his back were two large black wings. Thin membrane stretched over delicate bones, two large red claws extending at the bending point that could deliver a deadly blow if needed. He wasn't human, he wasn't right, he wasn't anything she had ever seen or encountered in her life and she didn't think she wanted to now. But as if in slow motion, he moved towards their hiding place, Naomi and her captor. She felt his hand drop from her mouth, the metal slide away from her skin, she was unable to move. His golden gaze was locked onto hers and everything in her SCREAMED for her to move.

Her body simply wouldn't obey, she had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and she had the underlying feeling that even if she tried, he would find her. His gaze shot to the man only a few feet behind her now, faster than her eyes could follow he was before her, an evil grin pulling at his lips and exposing the short fangs behind his smile. His hand gripped the arm that had held her silent only moments before, but no shoulder was attached to it, it dangled in his vicious grip out to his side as he leaned in close to her, a growl rising up his throat. She didn't remember hearing the other man scream, but her eyes were too afraid to wander, she could smell the blood in the air, there was no need for her to look for it. His voice was smooth and cool and something inhuman as he spoke to her calmly, his growl never leaving his throat.

"You woke the dragon little girl."

Her body snapped in that instant she couldn't stare the snake in the eye frozen like a mouse anymore. She had taken the dagger into her hand the other man had held to her throat the moment he decided to run. She used it now, and moved as fast as her body would allow, to her surprise it connected to his face and bit deep into the flesh. His head whipped from the contact, breaking his terrifying gaze as she fleeted away from him and through the forest. Blood trickled down his pale cheek as a smile touched his lips; the cut was already healed leaving behind no evidence that she had even encountered him.

"Interesting attempt, far too brave for her own good." He wiped away the blood on his face and licked it away from his hand, the island was small, he would find her again.

Naomi didn't stop until her legs buckled beneath her, dropping her at the entrance of a small cave, a VERY small cave. The opening was almost too small for her to slip through, but she managed and was glad to find the inside cool, dark and empty. She pushed dirt up to the entrance to hide the opening and block out the light. Her adrenaline was pumping through her veins as thickly as her blood as she tried to slow her breathing and think of a way off the dreaded island.

yay! chapter two fin! R&R plz, let me know if you'd like me to continue. If so I'll work out a schedule for a weekly update.