“How glad I am we remained together.”
“Yes,” said Lucas.
“I think they were wondering whether I should be worth the effort.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Simon.
He looked at me steadily.
“We must do everything in our power to stay together.”
“I pray that we do.”
Food was brought to us. It was hot and spicy. In the ordinary way I should have declined it but we were near starvation and any food seemed palatable. Lucas advised us to eat sparingly.
I felt a little better afterwards. I wondered how they would send home for ransoms. To whom would they send? My father had a sister whom we had scarcely seen for the last ten years or so. Would she be ready to pay a ransom for her niece? Perhaps my parents had reached home, but they had never been rich.
And Simon? The last thing he would want was for his identity to be known. As for Lucas . regarding a ransom, he was probably in the best position of all of us, for he came from a wealthy family.
“I wish I knew where we were,” said Simon.
“That would be a help.”
I wondered if he had plans for escaping. He was very resourceful, as he had shown himself to be by escaping from England.
If he had done that, it was possible that he might be able to escape again.
So we brooded and all three of us, I am sure, were wishing we were back on the island. Food might have been scarce, hopes of survival slim, but at least we had been free.
I had an unpleasant experience on the first night. It was dark and we were trying to sleep when I heard stealthy footsteps outside the door and then the sound of a key being turned in the lock.
I started up as the door quietly opened.
Two men came in. I believed they were two of those who had come ashore to take us in but I could not be certain at this stage as one looked very like another to me.
They had come to take me. They seized me. I screamed. Lucas and Simon were immediately awake.
The two men were trying to drag me out of the cabin, and I could guess by their grunts and expressions what their intentions were.
I cried: “Let me go!”
Simon struck one of the men. He was knocked across the cabin by the other. Lucas brandished his stick and hit out at them.
There was a great deal of shouting and others appeared at the door.
They were all laughing and chattering. Simon got up; he came to me, seized me and thrust me behind him. I saw that his hand was bleeding.
A terrible fear swept over me. I knew I was in great danger.
I dared not imagine what would have happened to me if the captain had not appeared. He shouted an order. The men looked sheepish. He saw me cowering behind Simon and Lucas beside me.
Simon seemed somehow to indicate that if any one of them attempted to harm me he would have to face him, and he was formidable. Lucas was equally protective but of course he was crippled.
The captain had clearly summed up the whole situation. He knew what the motive of these men had been. I was different; I had long yellow hair such as they had not seen before. Moreover, I was a woman, and that was enough for them.
The captain bowed to me and his gesture suggested an apology for the crude behaviour of his men.
He indicated that I must follow him.
Simon stepped forward.
The captain shook his head.
“I see … safe,” he said.
“I … only I … captain.”
Oddly enough, I trusted him. I knew he was the captain of a ship engaged in some nefarious trade, but for some reason I believed he would help me. In any case he was the captain. If we had attempted to disobey him, we should not have done so for long. We were at his mercy. For all their gestures, neither Simon nor Lucas could save me for long. I had to trust the captain.
I walked behind him through those men. Some of them put out their hands to touch my hair but none of them did. I could see that they were greatly in awe of the captain and his orders obviously were that none was to touch me.
I was taken to a small cabin which I think adjoined his. He stood aside for me to enter. It was more comfortable than the one I had left. There were covers and cushions on a bunk which was like a divan.
I could rest more comfortably here. Behind a curtain was a basin and ewer. I could wash!
The captain spread his hands, indicating the cabin. He said: “Safe here … I see safe.”
“Thank you,” I said.
I don’t know whether he understood but my tone must have expressed my gratitude.
He bowed, went out and locked the door behind him.
I sank on to the bed. I started to tremble violently as I contemplated the ordeal from which the captain had saved me.
It was a long time before I could regain my composure.
I wondered what his intentions were. Perhaps Lucas was right. I felt sure he must be. It was a ransom they were thinking of; and if this were the case, they would want us to be returned unharmed.
I pulled aside the curtain and indulged in the luxury of washing myself.
I returned to the divan. I lay down. I was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally, and for a brief spell forgot the hazards about me.
I slept.
I think perhaps I tried to forget those days when I lived in a state of perpetual terror. Every time I heard a footstep, every time my door opened, I would be seized by an overwhelming apprehension. One’s imagination in such situations can be one’s greatest enemy.
Food was brought to me regularly and because of this I felt a respite from being constantly on the alert for danger;
yet I knew it was all around me. I was not sure what their purpose was, but it was obvious that they were planning something for me. The captain certainly stood between me and a certain fate and at least I had to be thankful for that. I trusted the man . not because I believed in his chivalry but his attitude meant that I must be treated with a certain respect because of what he had in mind for me.
I found I ‘could eat a little. My creature comforts were attended to.
It was a great blessing to be able to wash frequently. I wished I knew where the ship was going and what fate was planned for me. I wished I knew where Simon and Lucas were.
The captain came to my cabin once. I had washed my hair and it was just drying when the knock came. He kept staring at my hair, but he was very polite. I knew that he wanted to talk to me but his knowledge of English was exasperatingly limited.
“You … come in … ship … England?”
“Yes,” I said.
“But we were wrecked.”
“From England … alone? No?” He shook his head.
“With my parents … my father and mother.”
It was hopeless. I imagined he was trying to find out what kind of family I came from. Was there money? How much would it be worth to have me back?
He gave it up as hopeless, but I knew by the way in which he kept looking at my hair and smiling to himself that he was pleased with what he saw.
Then one morning when I awoke the ship was no longer moving. The sun had risen and when I looked out through the small porthole I caught a glimpse of white buildings.
I became aware of noise and bustle. People were shouting to each other in excited voices. One thing was
