The Unexpected Passenger 

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"WAIT! JOHN, WAIT." He exclaimed, holding his hand over the girl's intensifying pulse. "I think this one is alive." Nicolas rapidly blinked away the dew that formed in his eyes from the cold winds of the waters.

The crewmate scoffed and brought his calloused hand up to meet the back of the boy's head. "Don't be absurd, son. No one remains breathing after washing up on shore alongside those dangerous tides."

But apparently, this "no one" did. 

As Nicolas turned to see that his fellow sailor had appeared elsewhere, the brunette before him let out a noise quite indecipherable. 

His head snapped back and he rushed his left forearm beneath the struggling female in attempt to support her jittered breath. Though the constant sway of the large old bowl of rotting wood didn't help with stabling her body upright, Nicolas managed to calm the now present passenger and steady her hazy head. 

"Who are you? Wher-?" 

"Shh, no one can know you are alive. Please, stay quiet and do as I say." Nicolas hushed and raised his pointer to his chapped lips, shaking his head gently.

"I don't even know you" She whisper-yelled, trying to unchain herself from his forceful grip. 

The curly haired young man checked once again to his surroundings and contemplated his forthcoming actions. His chest heaved with worry as he didn't know what to do or what to say as much as that girl, who had unknowingly burdened him. So, he did what came first to his racing mind.

Nicolas' eyes came upon the rather large sack that sprawled itself across the dirty decking of the ship, and with one rapid movement, he reached over and pulled the sack over the brown locks that hung twisted in front of him. He hauled her up off of the floor and to her sore feet, which just reminded her that she actually had feet. The burlap sack now reached just below her knees as she resisted the urge to scream or yelp. She didn't know why she trusted she shouldn't speak because for all she knew, he was just another liar; a scam, if you must. But then again, why risk it? 

"I would apologise for the great inconvenience of this event, but we don't really have time for that." Nicolas spoke, taking a final glance at the big potato sack monster that he was now dragging along with him. He looked like a child with their homemade representation of their poorly imagined imaginary friend.

"Yeah, I guess we have time for your big boy words and clever sentences as well then, don't we?" Potato sack monster rhetorically mumbled from under the thick material.

There wasn't any conversation between the two after that, not for a little while, anyway. Just the faint voices of what seemed to be people.

"Groan." The boy quietly spoke. "And try to sort of shuffle your feet, you know, like one of them?"

She knew what he meant by "one of them",  but she was puzzled at all of these strange tasks and requests. What the hell was this stranger going to do to her? Where the hell was this stranger going to take her? And why the hell did he need her to act just like the fallen ones did?

Obviously, she did as he asked. Again, why risk it? 

She started dragging her feet in an uneven pace and tried to imitate the living dead moans and groans that roamed her island. Was she even near to her island anymore? And how did he know about the fallen ones? She didn't recognise the young man from the village, so why did he recall The Curse Of Tuskenvale? 

THE NEXT THING the girl knew, her eyes were fluttering open and the large sack she was once trapped in had disappeared to somewhere she wouldn't ever know. Her head pulsed with a sharp pain, and the musty air she found herself in filled her nostrils, a sour reminder that she wasn't anywhere where she was needed to be well taken care of. Something wasn't right, and she wanted to leave this... ship?

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the room. The walls were lined with wooden panels that were once painted white, now faded and chipped. Cobwebs hung in the corners, casting dark shadows on the creaky wooden floorboards. The bed screeched as she shifted her weight, as if it too had aged beyond repair. She then realised that she was most definitely on a ship --the sway of the vessel beneath her was unmistakable. She could hear muffled but urgent voices overhead on the deck, and a knot of fear twisted in her stomach. 'Where was that boy?'  'How did I get here?' Her paranoid thoughts overruled her, and as if she had actually spoken of the devil, The damp-looking door opened hesitantly, and there he stood. 

I think they would both agree that Jolene deserved a little bit of an explanation, It was long overdue. 

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A/N

here you go, this first chapter is quite awfully short, but i think its okay. obviously there are mistakes as I am still new to writing and stuff and its not fully proofread cause blah blah blah.. cmq, i hope u enjoyed chapter one and this strange interaction?? remember, FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED LADLDBAVFKEHGFORU!!!!!111111!!!!!!111111!!! Im gonna say this every chapter probably, but yeah.. ALSOO if anyone knows of any book cover artists, plez contact meeee. I  really dont like the one i did, it could be better. so long folks!😘😘

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