Lloyd accepted the help and wrapped his arm around the man for support and slowly got up resting most of his weight on the other
"Thomas... right?" he confirmed, he was unsure if he heard the name right or not. He could feel his stomach groan quietly, demanding food, it must had been dinner time back in his house, he felt terrible about his friends.
"That's right," Thomas nodded, clearing away the coagulating blood, relieved the flow was finally quelling. "I don't know my second name though. I forgot ages ago."
"Uh huh." Lloyd muttered without really hearing as he took out his cell phone, feeling like an idiot for forgetting he had it with him.
The screen offered a comforting light as he punched his password in, but as he tried to make the call to his colleague, the line was dead; he again, but with the same result, a sharp hiss like the waves surrounding them. Dead energy.
"Why aren't you working?" he asked his phone in a whisper, of course he didn't expect an answer as he stretched his arm trying to see if in a precise spot there would be a signal, but it didn't change.
Thomas sat back and pulled himself up, watching him with pity. He didn't understand the use of these new-fangled devices. He had seen them on nightly excursions and read a little about them in the discarded papers. It all seemed futile to him, one error and all failed, leaving mankind in a lurch they could see no way out of.
"Nothing modern will function," he said quietly "not here."
Lloyd gave the young man an odd look. "You mean that here, there's no signal? None at all?" He asked arching a brow assuming that what he wanted to say was that in the sea the signal was bad, but the words he chose that made it sound weird, the man, despite his young looks, referred to his phone as if it was something that came from the future.
He span about to face Nathaniel. "I want explanations" he demanded trying to keep his cool, he was embarrassed for his way of acting when he was incomplete panic, he felt silly for allowing himself show such weakness. "Who are you? What is this place? And what the hell was the thing that attacked me?" There was not a pause between questions, flowing desperate and fast, his voice pitching higher. "And-and how can I return home?"
The last question ended breathlessly, his words more distant.
Nathaniel leant against the rail, glancing over when Lloyd spoke, his dark eyes lacking any discernible emotion, his tone just as empty. "I know times have changed but I thought that even now people would know what a ship is, that's one question answered. As for what attacked you, I don't know exactly since I ain't seen more than its claws. Nor do I want to. Demon, creature...?" he gave a shrug "call it what you wish but it prevents people leaving."
With a sniff, he strode away, his footsteps unheard as the sail unfurled like thunder. ready to catch any wind but prepared the sail even without.
Lloyd frowned at the answers he received, only serving to make more queries.
"I know what a freaking ship is! But all the ships I've been on haven't got a deadly creature surrounding it!" He snapped, his eyes lighting up with bitterness.
But as he complained the captain had already walked away. The words going unheard.
"I wouldn't bother him for a while," Thomas said awkwardly. "Captain Hemlock doesn't like strangers at the best of times but certainly not on his own territory as he sees it. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but you can't go home. Once something sets foot on board this ship, they're cursed along with the rest of us."Lloyd stared at him and his eyes darkened with disbelief.
"Captain Hemlock?" He repeated mockingly , arching an eyebrow. "You mean Nathaniel Hemlock? What a bloody joke." He added under his breath not believing what he was hearing,
Thomas was sounding exactly like the people in the restaurant that always told their kids those legends.
Slowly he limped away, following the direction Nathaniel had taken and trying to ignore the cold displeasure in the eyes of the others, cutting like icy needles through his body. Even when he took the narrow steps below deck, he could see feel their gazes.
He found himself in front of a solid wood door, the gilded albeit tarnished gold of the handle indicating the captain's quarters. He stood in front of it for several moments, his hand hovering about the cold metal.
Without knocking, despite knowing it was impolite on his part, he pushed the door and entered, striding over to where Nathaniel was sat, poring over his papers, a dark bottle of potent liquor set to the side.
Compared to the rest of the ship, the quarters were plush and impeccably clean and organised. His furniture, a rich mahogany, consisted of a desk and chair, unruly bed and bookcase half full of tomes and trinkets, all shining brightly even in the night hours.
A trunk sat in the corner, the only piece to show any age, used only to house clothing and anything not of much value.
An embroidered rug adorned the floorboards, a hypnotic masterpiece of bold colours forming strange beasts and patterns. Every time one looked at it the creatures seemed to have moved or new images would appear.
His panelled walls were bare save one picture of an eerie seascape and a woman upon the cliff, the moon battling with the light of her lone candle. It was signed with a flourish at the bottom; N. Hemlock.
"One of my better attempts," Nathaniel said with a touch of morose pride in his voice as he noticed Lloyd's eyes turn to look towards it "Perhaps not up to Botticelli standards but still..."
His best attempt was hidden in his desk. A small portrait of a handsome young man, with russet hair that fell in silky waves past his shoulders, deep green eyes they revealed everything or nothing. His pale skin made them more piercing and beautiful, it was rare for the life at sea but there had been a reason for it.
The scrawled title read William Masters.Lloyd ignored the words, glaring coolly, his arms folded. "So, you are the Nathaniel Hemlock from the legends, right? The captain that now sails in complete solitude because of a curse" he mocked before he laughed curtly. "What a joke, but all of you had done a great job keeping the play, went too far by putting a bear or whatever you out outside, but I'll forgive you if you let me go."
Nathaniel pushed the papers away and turned slowly in his chair. Outside the ship groaned arthritically as it eased away from the dock.
The yellowing paper was covered in a strange language, one long lost to mankind telling of devils and demons, so far, he had translated around half. He held onto the hope that it may reveal something, anything.
If he could find the name of the beast then he could perhaps find a way of defeating it. A grand alternative to giving it the one thousand lives it demanded.He had wondered sometimes if anyone remembered the days when the name The Black Hind sent fear into sailors hearts. Whether their fate had been recorded like that of the Flying Dutchman.Still, it hardly mattered. His mind was already too distracted.Damn mortals.
"I don't know about you, lad, but as far as I am aware bears can't survive being crushed between a ship and a wall." He answered softly, in no mood to joke or argue. Especially with one who invaded his sanctuary. "Now leave me be. I'll see you're kept busy and if you have any sense, you'll keep busy and keep your nose out of things that ain't your business."
"I don't care what you have to do, I want answers, and not those half assed replies you had given me, I want to know what is this place, and what do you want from me! I just want to go home" Lloyd demanded, gripping the edge of the desk. His angry tone of voice fading as he mentioned home, his voice lowering.
He looked down hurriedly as he felt tears filling his eyes, not wanting the man to see the fear the uncertainty caused.
He blinked them away, continuing his diatribe when Nathaniel remained silent."And please tell me the truth... You can't be Nathaniel Hemlock, he is just a legend from my town, there isn't even proof that he existed, just pirate texts, but they also claimed that mermaids were real and we all know that's fake!"
The silence was weighty as Nathaniel considered his response, leaning back to watch the flicker of the candle, and it would have understandable for one to think he was not going to reply at all.
"Legends are often based on truth, lad," he said eventually. "They get twisted over the years but the kernel is still there. Same in this case. So, if you know whatever tale they tell now you know where you are. As I said there ain't anyway off this ship, the creature who clawed your leg is one of the guards to prevent it. Had it been earlier the mist would have caught you and just dropped you back on deck."He sighed and went back to the books, tracing the words idly. "I don't know about mermaids but there are certainly sea spirits. But the main issue is what to do with you since you're stuck here. Maybe Thomas told you that in the old days I'd have killed you without a second thought but I've seen enough of that. All I can think of is you stay and pull your weight; the ship may practically run itself but there's still things that need doing."Lloyd wasn't satisfied, it was more out of stubbornness now, he refused to believe that all these years the legends had been true. "Prove it, prove to me that you are Nathaniel Hemlock and this is a ghost ship" he demanded crossing his arms resting against the wall, his leg beginning to hurt again after standing for some time.
Nonchalantly, Nathaniel flicked open the cuff of his shirt, pulling down to expose his wrist. Deep scars lined the pale skin, wounds like would surely have killed any living person. He traced a finger over one idly.
"Tell me how a normal human could survive these? It was a futile effort but you can't blame me for trying..." He looked over and frowned slightly "and sit down before you fall down."Lloyd stepped closer and touched the scars, ragged beneath his fingers, they felt quite real, he could tell it wasn't makeup. He realized Nathaniel was right, there was no way that someone would survive such a thing and the whole world crumbled. What he had believed for years, denied and scoffed at, had been proven to be wrong.
He staggered back, dropping onto the bed, finding in oddly comfortable for such a place. His eyes were almost blind as he looked up, seeing only shadows blurred with tears.
"I-I don't..." He started, breath catching painfully in his throat. "I still don't understand. But-but I'll do what you want. I just want to get home." He slipped down the wall into a slump. "Eventually."
Nathaniel grunted, feeling the eyes move and stare blankly. "Anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare, lad?"
"Sorry. But my vision of pirates is a guy with a bushy beard and flames tied to it. I guess you've heard of Blackbeard?"
"Heard of 'em all, lad." Nathaniel tensed irritably, not relishing conversation after all these years. "Watched a few, as well."
"You outdid them all," Lloyd lay back. "At least according to legend. But proof never existed, and I never believe much without proof. I suppose you were more surreptitious."
"I made sure no records existed." Nathaniel turned, fixing Lloyd with a glare that would rival Medusa. "One scribe threatened to record all my acts in the town, so I had his fingers cut off, one by one. And I made bloody sure that the others watched. They can tell all the tales they wanted but I wasn't having written libel." He pressed his own digits together, rocking on the back legs of the chair. "And don't think my temper has calmed enough not to do that again."
Lloyd nodded. The image enough to still his tongue.
The skies above the ship began to lighten and flushed clouds reflected their rosy hue down onto the sea below.The sun fought its way through, golden and brilliant as it seemed to rise out of the black depths with phoenix like glory.The beauty of the day, and the fresh, fragrant breeze, was lost on Nathaniel. Day in, day out, it all seemed the same now, even though the ocean still gave him the childish shudder and thrill of the mysteries it held. Sometimes he thought if he could not see that, his heart and soul would have been lost long ago.As much as Lloyd loved the sunrise, in images anyway, he'd never rise early enough to see them intentionally, it was also lost on him. His mind was awash with possible solutions, some crazy, some logical, of how to end his plight."Tell me," he said at last ""if you find the way to break the curse, will I be free as well? And how long would it take? I mean it has been centuries since pirates existed, at least the kind
Lloyd was happily surprised by the quality of the produce, and soon the room filled with the deliciously scented steam of beef stew. It was basic recipe he had seen his mother use, and even though he knew he hadn't added the stocks and spices she had on hand, he could tell by the aroma that it wouldn't be unpleasant.It had been a challenge to figure out the stove. The fire for cooking was contained in the hearth beneath and the smoke filtered away up the chimney through a funnel to the weather deck. The stove held a hot water tank and three ovens with hefty cast iron doors, heating the surfaces for the pans and kettles hanging near the surrounding pipe railings.To prevent heat penetrating the deck below, it rested atop a layer of sand and crumbling brick.Even Nathaniel had once admitted it was one of the most cumbersome and complicated pieces on the ship, which made him wonder why a man such as Higgins was able to operate it. Yet once it was maste
The day was long.The ship sailed smoothly and passing vessels made no sign of seeing it but deftly avoided a collision as though a field radiated from it, making sure no harm came to those who didn't owe the ocean a payment.Lloyd watched sadly as the waves rose and fell, no sign of land in sight, just empty blueness, home to the whale and not of the human.Now and again a fish would approach the surface, barely more than a shadow in the sapphire, taking what it needed before sinking beneath again.Thomas offered small talk, the odd jape to try and ease his tension but little worked. Depression and resignment had settled and nothing would lift it unless he found the answers he needed."How long are we going to be sailing?" Lloyd asked eventually, tiring of gazing at the nothingness.Thomas shrugged. "It depends. We move faster than others at sea, we're in-between times and worlds. But we're still reliant on weather and suc
By studying the images accompanying the text, Lloyd found it easier to work out some of the old languages. His head throbbed in concentration and he took in each minute curve, each dot and kick of the letters, all glorious art in themselves. He became lost in a world of fantastical beasts that lurked unseen beneath the waves, visible only at the very last second when the life was extinguished from the viewer. Tales of beauty, of horror and combined. Told only from sketches and symbols. In the poor light, his eyes began to burn and he pushed the papers aside, rubbing his temples with a low groan. "My head's killing me." Nathaniel didn't look up."Get some air," he suggested pragmatically. "The salt in the breeze clears it." He took up the bottle near him, allowing the strong scent of alcohol to permeate his own senses as he opened it before taking a long swig. "Just don't whine about it, it ain't befitting around here." "I don't know
The island that peered through the humid haze seemed abandoned. From beyond the shore, more rocks than sand, grit and mud strewn paths led into the womb of the forest. Roots of trees, knotted together like despairing lovers, covered any safe footing. Islands like these had been a godsend in Nathaniel's golden years. A bounty of fresh fruit and vegetation that gave the much-needed nourishment that dried and cured produce couldn't. Not that it was all manna from heaven, falling foul of poison was a high risk, some of the most succulent looking plants being the most deadly. Lloyd stared in wonder. He'd read about places like this in books, seen images in museums of long-lost islands that apparently never existed. Or islands so remote that no one ever discovered them, or just avoided them out of fear of the supernatural. His imagination grew, suppressed for so long, it crafted mystical and magical scenario's, ones he knew were poppycock but thrilling
"Oh, come on!"Lloyd rolled his eyes as a loud hiss covered the words and the smell of frying fish and steam filled his vicinity."You can't say you're not abit interested! I mean, Adam Grant is starring! You know you like him, and it's being filmed in our town! He'll be walking the same streets as us!""Yeah," Lloyd wafted the humidity away and reached under the counter for his water, unpleasantly warm from being sat there. "Surrounded by bulky heavies. Remember to change the oil? Rick forgot last week and it reeked.""I'm not Rick." The blonde peeked through the hatch, her wispy hair fighting to free itself from the messy plait. "And don't change the subject. Sophie Lawson is the other lead and I'm dying to see if I can catch a glimpse. God! She has cheekbones to die for!"Lloyd tuned out as the ramble continued, voice growing higher and more annoying in her excitement.
Despite what he had said to Thomas, Lloyd was not about to allow the chance to find out more to slip through his fingers.Nerves roiled in his stomach, undulating and nauseating as he closed Nathaniel's door behind him, confident he would hear any approach. The hard boards echoed with any tread and even walking barefoot one could be detected.His fears were only partly for about the repercussions of being caught. His greatest consternation was finding out something that was better left unknown.It was a risk he needed to take, he could lie in the shadows and allow the waters to wash over him, suffocating him in ignorance.He was wary of Nathaniel. Their first meeting gave him reason to be. The man had strength, had power that he was not afraid to use. But unlike the crew, people he could not yet see as companions, he hadn't the experience to fear or be in awe.Nathaniel's desk was in good order, albeit slightly random in the manner in whi
Nathaniel watched Lloyd's expression as he slept. It slipped rapidly from nonchalant peace to discomfort.His brow furrowed as something spoke, the beast Nathaniel knew well, or one of its many minions.He looked away, already imagining the words being offered. Lloyd was innocent here, save for being too curious. He hadn't shaken the hand of a clawed fiend and sold his life and thrown away the souls of others."Means he's fair game for it," he muttered, swirling the residue of rum in the glass bottle. The etched crystal caught the candlelight and sent diamonds dancing like young stars on the walls. "Can only hope the lad's got sense enough to see through it. I ain't holdin' much hope for that though."He thought of Thomas. He was an example of one who resisted the constant taunts and allure of the mist dwellers. So many men, older and supposedly wiser, had been lured in. His crew was less than what it had been, foolishness wiping them out one by