∼THE BLACK LAGOON – 3∼
She’d had a restless night, but managed to get a few hours
of sleep. Being alone in this place made things different.
There was no one to have your back. She was vulnerable.
Time to prepare for difficult times, she thought.
Time to be on the defence. Self preservation.
She gathered some branches to fashion into weapons.
She had a knife, now she knew why. Before anything else
she knew she had to fortify her camp.
The night had been fraught with terrifying sounds.
Sounds that made her shiver.
I should have gotten back on board, she screamed into the
silence. Tom told her to. Nan had warned her. The Captain
insisted he’d take no responsibility for her welfare.
Once the ship was gone, they wouldn’t be back. The crew
were the worst. They stared right through her with
In her despair she suddenly remembered The Chief.
He had hopeful eyes. On the Day of Evacuation
he’d taken her quietly aside and slowly placed an amulet
over her head laying it gently close to her heart, saying
softly, “She will guide you, she is in you, she is of you.
Listen to her my child.” Then he turned away. At the time
she really thought nothing of it, except that it was a
beautiful Amethyst. Yet she’d held it tightly in the palm
of her hand and hadn’t taken it off since. She looked
down at it hanging delicately between her breasts. It gave
her a sudden sense of calm and heightened awareness.
It strengthened her resolve and gave her a renewed feeling
of confidence. She felt a sudden surge of purpose. Whatever
her destiny was, it existed on this God Forsaken island.
She stood there fearlessly and in a kind of trance. “Take the
Path. You must find and take the path.”
For one mystifying moment, she was sure she saw the Chief,
as a shadow, amongst the trees.
©J.E.Goldie June 1, 2019
I don’t pretend to vouch for any of the following qualities of the Amethyst. However I don’t disbelieve any of them either. ©J.E.Goldie