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Post by Lana on Apr 12, 2008 11:39:00 GMT
I head straight to the galley, knowing that she surely isn't hiding in the Crew Quarters - there're too many men there and she has a tendency of avoiding them. Entering the galley, I look around attentively, but there's no one there. Looking under the tables - where she sometimes hides - and behind the barrels, I leave the cabin, disappointed. She was nowhere to be seen.
"Nadia?" - I call out her name, going along a corridor. But, of course, she wouldn't reply if she heard me. I sigh and feel upset.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 12, 2008 11:43:55 GMT
Nadia heard her though, sitting in one of the storage room that Scarlett is approaching. She climbs out of her 'fort', a couple of barrels of gunpowder between which she had been hiding. When all the screaming started last night she thought everybody was dying, and when the noises stopped she was afraid to go check it out, expecting to find only corpses. But now she hears a voice, and she can't restrain her curiosity. Carefully she approaches the door and opens it slightly, peeking into the corridor.
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Post by Lana on Apr 12, 2008 11:48:31 GMT
I freeze when a door creaks, and, noticing which one made that noise, I approach it carefully and push it open. "Nadia!" - I smile at the girl who looks a bit scared, nervous, but otherwise - fine. I look her over, from head to feet, and see not a scratch, not a bruise on her body. Either she didn't sleep at night, or these nightmares didn't affect her.
"How are you?" - I ask her, half-hoping for a reply, but half-expecting none to follow.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 12, 2008 11:51:48 GMT
"Not dead?" She asks, looking at Scarlett with a mixture of curiosity, wonder, and relief. She points at the wound around Scarlett's neck, the circular one where the rope burned the skin. "Dead?"
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Post by Lana on Apr 12, 2008 11:55:40 GMT
Even though she doesn't reply, I am glad that she speaks up.
"No, not dead", - I smirk slightly, touching the wound around my neck and frowning slightly as my fingers find the mark left by the rope. - "Almost", - I shrug and feel very uncomfortable, having remembered that dream.
"A nightmare", - I explain, but of course this explanation makes no sense for those who haven't been in these dreams.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 12, 2008 11:57:58 GMT
She nods though, as if she totally understand. "The dreams, yes." She says, apparently familiar with the concept. She glances around the corridor they're in, gets a slightly worried look on her face again and looks back to Scarlett. "The others? Nathan.. he dead?"
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Post by Lana on Apr 12, 2008 12:05:02 GMT
I'm quite surprised to see understanding in her eyes: "You know these dreams? You've had them?" - I ask Nadia, hoping that, perhaps, she knows more about them than we do. Maybe she's more experienced in all the stuff Hell's Water might come up with.
Others? I bet there's no sense in telling her about the dead crewmembers, she didn't know them anyways and I don't want to upset or frighten her for no reasons. - "Ja--- Nathan? No, no, no!" - I say hastily, afraid even of letting this thought come close to me. - "He's fine, he's absolutely fine!" - I lie about 'absolutely'-part, though.
"Come on", - I take her hand and pull her with me. - "He's searching for you".
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Post by Jacky on Apr 12, 2008 12:08:42 GMT
Nadia holds Scarlett's hand tightly, more often than not resembling a lost little girl instead of a woman who's been fighting Hell and high water for years. She follows after her, frightened eyes registering everything around her.
Suddenly, she stops, making Scarlett stop too..
"I want to go home." She says, looking into Scarlett's eyes.
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Post by Lana on Apr 12, 2008 12:15:13 GMT
I turn to look at her, and our eyes lock - mine and hers, looking almost the same now: frightened, tired, almost hopeless. It scares me and I look away immediately, I know I am afraid and lost, too, and I don't want to think that everyone around me is, as well. I want to believe that at least someone knows what to do, even if I have to keep fooling myself.
"And me..." - I say quietly, almost inaudibly. Actually, I am almost at home - aboard the Pearl, with Jack. That's something that I can call 'home', because except this place, I definitely have nothing homelike. But Hell's Water isn't my home, the Caribbean is, and I want to be back there.
"Where's your home, dear?" - I ask her softly. - "What's your home?"
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Post by Jacky on Apr 12, 2008 12:20:12 GMT
At Scarletts question Nadia's eyes turn glassy, as if remembering takes too much effort for her. She does though, and the faintest look of recognition comes to her features. "England." She says.. "Bristol." She then adds silently, not knowing that Scarlett had been there ever before.
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