Chronicles Of The Kakonia

This one is kinda short, the chapter is longer but I split it. No reviews yet, but I'll post the second chapter, kk.

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A little over a week had passed since Clara’s escape from the market. Clare had decided on her first day of her cruise to remain hidden. For god knows what the crew would do to a stole-away. Clara survived on the meat in her barrel, which wasn’t so bad after you awhile. The aftertaste of the stuff wasn’t good, but livable. Another barrel, provided water, and the ones in the back had a very strong wine. All in the entire voyage was really boring. Clara would gaze out of the porthole from time to time, but it would make her sick after a short time. She was sure that vomit on the floor would tip off the crew there ship had more than a few snakes and scorpions. Indeed, Clara’s traveling companions where small snakes and large scorpions. This made nights interesting to say the least, and if it wasn’t the creepy crawled keeping Clara up, it was the crew on the deck. During the day they were fine, but at night the men got into the wine and ruckus started. In the end, of the first few days on board, Clara resolved to sleeping during the day (since the snakes and scorpions were nocturnal) in her barrel, and keeping a paranoid watch at night in her barrel. Clara had the sneaking suspicion that she was going to develop back-pain by the end of the voyage.
Another bunch of days passed, leaving Clara disgruntled and wanting off the ship. The thought of showing herself to the crew crossed her mind a few times, but every time she chicken out. Who knows what the crew would do to her. No Clara would wait out.
On a day in the second week on the voyage, Clara was harshly awakened from her sleep, by a harsh jerk and rocked the ship. Screaming soon followed.
“What the hell! What now?” voiced Clara. She strained her ears from sounds. She could hear the crew shouting and running about above decks. A loud boom was heard and then the ship shook again.
“Are we under attack!” yelled Clara
“Pirates! Damn them!” shouted a voice.
“Pirates? Are they serious?”
“Look alive men, we are being boarded!” scream a voice that Clara knew to be the captain.
“Double shit on a stick” muttered Clara.
The furious sounds of fighting could be heard above decks, the clang of swords echoed down to the hold.
“Come on then, cough, lets loot while we have, cough, the chance” called a male voice by the stairs.
Clara heart that was beating fast, really started to pound as she heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs. She heard the moving of objects around her and yelling. Apparently, while some the thieves kept the crew busy, others came to loot the hold of its goods. They wouldn’t get much, but enough to please their captain and return to the hideout.
Clara remained still as stones, hoping to whatever god that her hiding place wasn’t taken. Pirates could be worse than slave traders. Clara held her breath as sweat gathered on her brow.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, the phase repeated in her head. She was scared, Clara didn’t know if this experience outweighed her others, but in the last few weeks she had gotten many scares.
I sense a life time of therapy in my future, she thought off-handily.
“Check the barrels!” shouted someone.
Shit!
Clara could hear tumbling of barrels and boxes, the commotion nearing her hiding spot. Before she knew it the lid on her barrel was popped.
Clara turned fearful eyes on the opener.
Black eyes, dull with weariness gazed down at her. Oily strands of black hair obscured his face, but not enough to hide his dead looking eyes with heavy bags beneath them. His face was handsome enough, but milky white with sickness. All in all, the man looked like a ghost or a man about to die at any moment.
As for the man, the last thing he expected to find in a barrel was a red haired girl. She looked at him with frightened eyes.
A stole-away, huh? Poor thing, thought the pirate. Well he never really considered himself a pirate, just a tag along for Artan’s behave.
Well I could take her, but then she’ll be either turned into a whore for the men or a servant. Either way it is a fate worse than death, thought the man. He didn’t approve on what happened to female captives, but he didn’t do anything to stop it. There were a lot of things he could of stopped but didn’t, maybe that’s why he was weighed down with sickness.
“Find anything in there?” asked another man.
A moment passed, but the sickly male answered “No, this one the meat has spoiled, it’ll do us little good. Let’s leave; we have over stayed our welcome”
“Yes sir”
Dark eyes gazed down at Clara again, a bit of softness to them. With a weak smirk the lid was replaced on Clara’s barrel and footsteps hurried up the stairs,
Clara was still in a state of shock at being spared by the pirate. The woman wouldn’t come out of her shock till the chaos above receded and things settled down. The ship’s crew counted their lucky stars that only some of their shock was stolen. The ship continued its journey, thankfully, only a day away from the capital.