13. Sleep Off Of The Ship!

"You've heard me once, Mr. Linton. I do not wish to repeat myself."

"Six days? Six days!? You expect me to remain on this boat for six days!?" I shrieked.

"Of course. You came anyways didn't you? Didn't bother asking beforehand how long the trip would be."

"You invited me to come along!"

"And you could've easily said no." I let out a scream of frustration and backed away from him, landing against the wall.

"You are not helping my case right now, and let me tell you, it's a very serious case! Do you hear!?"

"By the time you finish talking, that ability won't remain with me any longer, so I suggest you quiet yourself."

"No! No, damn you, no! You get me off of this ship now!"

"Too late for that. We are approximately fifteen kilometres away from the channel."

"You are going to be the death of me." I moaned and fell down against the wall. I buried my face in my hands. How!? How could I have let this happen? How could I have not bothered to ask the length of the trip?!

She is going to kill me. I thought. She is going to kill me as soon as I step back into that threshold.

"What have I done?" I wailed. "Why did I end up being so gullible! Had I really truly been a man, I'd have my life much easier."

Footsteps sounded in front of me and I looked up just in time to have Mr. Ambrose grab my collar and haul me up. "Don't ever say that again, because it is not true. Had you been a man, you would have gone through similar problems that you have now, but additionally more."

I didn't respond. I wasn't exactly used to men grabbing my collar, one because they didn't and two because I hardly wore clothes like this. "What does it matter? Isn't your life easy because you're a man?"

"It is far from easy because I'm a man. Because I'm a man I can do things you can't, but because I am a man, society expects me to behave in a certain way. The same is expected of you, what you're doing now would have the entire city of London looking at you in disgust."

"Well you aren't, and you're the richest and most famous in the entire city so I think that counts as not being shot down. In fact, you might as well have a possible likeness for me, but I highly, and sincerely doubt that, what with everything that's going on." I didn't know how I managed to say that without losing air to breath. His grip on my collar tightened and I swallowed. Well tried to. "What I don't understand," I managed to choke out. "Is how I'm supposed to behave a certain way around a man whose strata is higher than mine, and he is a cold, chauvinistic son of a bachelor."

"Simple. You resign and continue living your life as if I don't exist and you have never met me."

"You're still on that!? And let me go! I'm dying right now!" Indeed, my face was turning redder and redder with each passing second - and that was never a good sign. I could feel my throat becoming constricted in an unpleasant manner.

He realised how he was holding me and almost dropped me before fixing himself and then setting me down instead. In the process I could've sworn that something soft brushed against my forehead. It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure anymore.

"Thank you." I gasped and took a few deep breaths. "Don't understand where you get that strength, especially with you looking like a stick." I muttered under my breath before straightening up.

"I apologise for roughly handling you in such a manner."

"You men always tend to do that. One of the more reasons as to why I hate you. You're never gentle."

"I can be if I want." He said stubbornly and almost sounded like a hurt child. At that moment I wanted nothing more to do that reach out and hug the never ending life out of him. I was about to when someone screamed.

Oh no. Not someone. It was me. The little voice inside my head. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!? YOU CAN'T GO AROUND THINKING THINGS LIKE THAT! IT IS IMPROPER AND UNBECOMING OF YOU! ONE MORE THOUGHT OF THAT, AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE SENT TO HELL. I cringed so harshly that I almost fell onto the floor. Who knew that my inner feminist would scream at me like that?! I certainly didn't!

"What was that all about?" it was him. Apparently he'd noticed my strange behaviour. Could he read my mind as well? If so, then there'd be no need to explain things would there? At least then things wouldn't be so awkward.

But I knew better. People can't read minds. That kind of thing was banned around here, also known as a certain form of art called... Witchery? Witchity? Oh, no! Witchcraft, yes! That's what it is.

"Um no. Everything is perfectly fine." I said looking up at him. A hair on his eyebrow threatened to lift up. A hair!? Really, a hair!

"Clearly everything is not perfectly fine when you answered me incorrectly Mr. Linton. Come." He turned on his heel and walked away. I stared blankly after him. "Mr. Linton, that was an order." He called as he disappeared from view.

Part of me didn't want to follow him, take me wherever the bloody hell he wanted to. But the other part was simply curious. In the end, I sighed and followed his receding, quiet and utterly disinterested footsteps.

* * *

We ended up in a kitchen. Not outside on the docks where I could easily jump into a lifeboat and row away to land. The kitchen was simple and surprising to say the least, mostly because I didn't expect there to be one. I mean, this was Mr. Ambrose's ship. I wondered if he actually ate in general.

Probably not.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"To get yourself some food. This will be the first and last time I show you the way to the kitchen, so you're on your own from now on. If you get lost while trying to find the kitchen well... Tough luck." I blinked before rolling my eyes.

"Thank you sir. Your kindness is appreciated." I said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Don't. I'll be off now." And with that he left the kitchen. A sudden thought occurred to me and I barged out.

"Wait! Do I even get any living quarters on this god forsaken ship!?" I received no response. He was already gone. "Curse him and his ability to walk fast! If only he walked like an old man!" I muttered and turned around to find a plump man with slightly greying hair looking weirdly at me.

"May I help you sir...?"

"Yes. What kind of food do you make?"

* * *

An hour later, I had finished eating three sandwiches, two cups of tea and a slice of chocolate cake. "Thihs shtuff ihs really magnifishent." I said with my mouth full. I swallowed and downed another cup of tea.

"Thank you sir. Thank you very much for your kind words. Would you like more cake?"

"Oh I'd love to, but I think I am fine with just tea at the moment. Thank you." He nodded, bowed and went away. Within ten minutes, I was completely done eating my lunch (or was it dinner?) and I left the kitchen. I had a feeling that Mr. Ambrose didn't really have another room for me to sleep in, so I stumbled over to the table that held the newspapers and rested against the wall, legs feeling like lead. I scooted over to the corner and tried to make myself comfortable. There was a window far across the room from me and from it I could see streaks of a pinkish orange light across the blue sky. "Looks nice... Don't know why.. never noticed it.. sleep." And that's exactly what I did in that corner near the newspaper table.

I half woke up to find myself moving, rather being strangely rocked in a left to right manner. Or was it forwards and backwards? Up and down? I wasn't too sure. All I knew was that I was leaning against something hard yet warm, comfortable and... Familiar. It was probably my bed. Ah how I love my bed, safely tucked away from my aunt, my sisters, Lord Dalgliesh, Mr. Ambrose...

Mr. Ambrose? Hadn't he done something? What did he do? I tried to recall, in my half awake state and then I did. He invited me on a ship to... Where was it again!? Ah yes, right! Africa! If that was the case, then I was probably on the ship. But then what was this utterly comfortable... thing? I stirred slightly and then the thing stiffened. Can beds move?

My arm rested on it and I felt something pulsing against my arm. What... My eyes shot open to see the angular and perfect outline of Mr. Ambrose. I shrieked and fell onto the ground.

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