1-Stowaway

"Budum"

"Budum"

"Budum"

That day I had no clue what kept me going, I don't know if it was fear or cowardness but as the blade came down and separated my father's head from his body, the blood in my body came alive and it turned restless. I darted out of the crowd and down the street, the sounds of troating hooves barreling down on the cobblestone jolted me faster.

The wind wisping by I chose to break and head down an ally on the left of my vision. "HE HEADED DOWN THE ALLY" I heard one of my pursuers shout and I picked up my speed another notch. The minutes ticked away and my feet never stopped.

"Docks"

"Docks"

"Docks"

That was the only thought on my mind. The tears just wouldn't stop flowing as if the heat from the sun was pushing me along all I wanted was to escape this crisis.

His small body darted through the allies and streets and not once did he turn his head to look back. Time ticked by and he kept on moving until the sounds of sea birds echoed out and the shouting of the seamen and pirates shouting their leave.

"Ai mi Boys, sea dogs will see you on the high seas."

"Selling Shirts, shoes, pants, anything you need we have".

The sun had set and morgan stood at the corner of an ally peering out at the dock. His eye's frantically whipped from side to side until they landed on a pair of black sails. A series of men going up and down its wooden landing caring thickly wooded crats and an idea popped into his head. Night graced the docks and a thick shadow flowed over its blue and delicate shores.

He made his move creeping from stall to shop till he reached a similarly styled crate like the one the men were carrying. Morgan looked around and felt as if he was being watched so he quicked his pace and pop the top of the crate and jumped in. He was met by thick grain and so he shook his way down into it. He buried his head into it and his tear's made the grain stick to his face.

"Cracahu" The sound of a crate being lifted and moving up a wooden landing and boarding its designated ship." Why the hell is this thing so heavy" one of the crewmen lifting the crate sounded out and jerked up the crate. "Stop complaining we are leaving anyway and we won't be landing back here for at least 6 months so take it slow so we can enjoy the land. "The Lantic Dynasty is such a bless place my friend" He looked across to his friend as they placed down the crate saying.

"Indeed it was but did you hear about the execution that happened early" His friend replied as they stood up from placing the crate."They both looked at each other and shook their heads in silence and walked off.

***

"The tears never stopped flowing that night" it was just me and that crate through the night. The grubbling of my stomach echoed out because I was so hungry. I swear someone could hear it from the outside. And there I stayed crouched down and stuck in between grain. Daybreak came and my wet and puffed eye's found their peace and closed."

The sun broke through the cloud and a rather large ship departed from the Lantic Dynasty dock. The black sails had no identified marks on them. The ship sailed on for hours and hours each crewman dedicated themselves to their job. The ship cut swiftly through the seas not caring for anything behind it.

"Say, Jacob where we going this time" Spoke a scrawny-looking man with a few teeth missing. A rather built-looking man with tattoos flowing down his arms turned and looked down at him.

"Ahh, Scruby Cappin has been real hush, hush about it so I don't know much but he did say that we'll get a big payday if we're able to deliver the goods we load without trouble. Jacob nodded his head in a pointing manner as he spoke and Scruby turned his head to look at all the cargo on the ship.

Night came and the two crewmen looked over at the bountiful cargo on the ship and then looked up at the night sky with a heavy sigh, they turned and headed down into the ship's hull. The vessel floated on sliding through the waters of Phion heading for a new destination. A short rattle of a crate brought on no attention, Morgan had just woken up and the scent of dry grain and saltwater forced their way down his nostrils.

"Ahuh" He forced a short cough out and peered out into the dark box. His head whipped around trying to see if he had alerted anyone to his presence. After waiting for a good amount of time he slowly stood up and bracing his hands on the lid of the crate and pushed up. His eyes darted around the ship not that he could see much but he slowly stood up and hopped out of the crate and place the lid back down.

He crept up to the edge of the shadow where the cargo ended and poked his head out. The ship was silent and the sounds of rough snoring echoed upwards and out of its hull. The scent of chicken soup drifted to his nose and his stomach reacted to this new development. He sniffed the air, lowered his body, and crept out moving as fast as he could he found the entrance down and slipped his way down into the ship's body.

The scent of soup became stronger as he crept around the sleeping crewman, The orange light lit a small corner of the ship and so he headed for it, With each step, his heart pounded harder and so he crept up to the entrance of the kitchen and peered in.

"Bam"

"Bam"

"Bam"

A metal mallet came down on a slab of meat, splashing blood and tenderizing it slowly with each hit. The butcher's hand never shook and his focus was absolute. The mallet never missed its mark, Morgan's eyes looked him over until they landed on the simmering pot and the shifted lid cooling it down.

His stomach growled and the butcher's hand froze in mid-motion.