Ship a'hoy(Evilin)
Evilin had lost track of the time but judging from the position of the sun it was fast approaching sunset. She knew that Luke’s hideout must be nearby for only a fool stayed out at night in the forest. The men talked amongst themselves in hushed voices, the only time they spoke directly to her was to see if she needed a bathroom break or a drink of water. Her legs and back ached from the unaccustomed riding, and she desperately wished that they could walk for a bit but she was afraid to ask such a request as she didn’t know how much further they were going.
Without warning the forest ended and a vast rocky beach opened before them. Evilin had never been to the other side of the island and judging by its appearance, she hadn’t missed much. Large rocks jutted up from the water to form a semi-circle with a small waterway that led into the ocean. The beach was littered with broken shells and pebbles that had tumbled their way onto the shore and seagulls loomed over head looking for a bite to eat. There were no signs of any other people and Evilin couldn’t help but ask why they were there.
“We’re going home, of course.” Laughed Solo with a wink to Chewie. It took the hairy man a few seconds before he understood the joke, then he too began to laugh.
Luke made a gesture with his head and the men set to work uncovering something in a nearby brush pile. To Evilin’s surprise they pulled forth a small row boat, complete with oars. Ben took the horses and walked them to the forest edge where he appeared to be talking to them. He sauntered back with a content smile upon his face. Evilin glanced around the man and saw that the horses had disappeared.
“You can help carry,” Solo nonchalantly put two ores in her arms intending for her to carry them to the water’s edge. The small girl stumbled and fell into the sand under the weight of the wooden poles.
“Think, man.” Chastised Ben as he removed the ores from atop the girl. “Just follow us and don’t try anything funny or your father can find his own way out of the slave pens.”
Evilin was too scared to try anything anyhow and wouldn’t know where to go if she could escape so she simply did as she was told. Once the boat was placed in the water the five of them loaded in and Solo and Chewie began the laborious task of rowing the vessel out to sea against the incoming tide. Evilin had never been on a boat before and clung to the side of the boat with all her strength as it pitched back and forth upon the frothy water. Noticing the girl’s white knuckle grip, Luke decided to try to make small talk with her in order to help her relax.
Once they came out of the cove the large four sail schooner that awaited them could be seen. Her colors of royal purple and gold whipped about in the ocean breeze and the ship rocked gently on the waves as if it were excited to see its captain return. Pulling the row boat along side the much larger vessel where some ropes awaited, they quickly tied off. Having done this they waited patiently as they were hoisted up by man power and pulleys. The crew that awaited them was a vast arrangement of noblemen, peasants, and free men who had come together under one cause – to rid the Island of Antipodes of the dictator James Small.
Without warning the forest ended and a vast rocky beach opened before them. Evilin had never been to the other side of the island and judging by its appearance, she hadn’t missed much. Large rocks jutted up from the water to form a semi-circle with a small waterway that led into the ocean. The beach was littered with broken shells and pebbles that had tumbled their way onto the shore and seagulls loomed over head looking for a bite to eat. There were no signs of any other people and Evilin couldn’t help but ask why they were there.
“We’re going home, of course.” Laughed Solo with a wink to Chewie. It took the hairy man a few seconds before he understood the joke, then he too began to laugh.
Luke made a gesture with his head and the men set to work uncovering something in a nearby brush pile. To Evilin’s surprise they pulled forth a small row boat, complete with oars. Ben took the horses and walked them to the forest edge where he appeared to be talking to them. He sauntered back with a content smile upon his face. Evilin glanced around the man and saw that the horses had disappeared.
“You can help carry,” Solo nonchalantly put two ores in her arms intending for her to carry them to the water’s edge. The small girl stumbled and fell into the sand under the weight of the wooden poles.
“Think, man.” Chastised Ben as he removed the ores from atop the girl. “Just follow us and don’t try anything funny or your father can find his own way out of the slave pens.”
Evilin was too scared to try anything anyhow and wouldn’t know where to go if she could escape so she simply did as she was told. Once the boat was placed in the water the five of them loaded in and Solo and Chewie began the laborious task of rowing the vessel out to sea against the incoming tide. Evilin had never been on a boat before and clung to the side of the boat with all her strength as it pitched back and forth upon the frothy water. Noticing the girl’s white knuckle grip, Luke decided to try to make small talk with her in order to help her relax.
Once they came out of the cove the large four sail schooner that awaited them could be seen. Her colors of royal purple and gold whipped about in the ocean breeze and the ship rocked gently on the waves as if it were excited to see its captain return. Pulling the row boat along side the much larger vessel where some ropes awaited, they quickly tied off. Having done this they waited patiently as they were hoisted up by man power and pulleys. The crew that awaited them was a vast arrangement of noblemen, peasants, and free men who had come together under one cause – to rid the Island of Antipodes of the dictator James Small.
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