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The Dangerous Life of Agnes Pyle
by Jeremy C Kester
(c) Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
Pain riddled her body as she tried to hold onto the axe. Safiya had been able to lodge her weapon into the hull of the ship just above the water line shortly after going overboard.
Expectedly, the crew gave her no chase. Either they knew she was there or they thought she drowned, but no matter what they knew, no one came for her. She was as good as dead without treatment for the wound.
Above her, Armando and the others began the tedious task of throwing those killed by the young woman off of the ship. Each body hit the water with a quiet splash. “This will not bode well for us,” one of them said.
As he said it, Armando slashed him across his throat and then pushed him over the edge as well.
“I will decide what bodes well for us! The girl is still loose,” he said to what remained of his crew. “Attempts to defeat Brandt had failed again. And though he survives, our master has forged another opportunity to claim victory as the resurrection draws near!”
“The swordmaster also lives and awake,” a shrill voice stated from near Armando.
“Without our insurance policy in hand it will be of little value to worry about that, my dear conduit scum.”
“She also still lives and is clinging to this water vessel. She is not diminishing in her aura.”
“Yes, and that bastard Ferdinand somehow survives as well. We cannot waste any more time with this. We’ll allow her to follow us. She’ll have to do it with her condition as a distraction. She is so intent to greet death, it will make it easier for us to grant her that wish.”
“The Darkness will not please for this.”
“My master has little regard for your kind and will instruct me in its way. Now the prey are being pressed to our final trap and all of us are being summoned to close it. We are leaving.” Armando motioned for one of the crew supporting them to come over. He was a scrawny young man with a scrappy beard. His hair was unkempt and flung about wildly in the wind. “Keep an eye on the little bitch. She’ll follow on her own if she doesn’t die in the meantime.”
“Yessir,” the young man said before turning away.
Immediately, the popping sound of the remaining Sentries and Armando passing over echoed briefly. It was loud enough that Safiya heard it although the pain continued to distract her enough that it took a few moments to register what was going on.
Her hand was flashing with blinding pain as she tried desperately to retain her hold on the axe wedged into the ship. Her other hand continued to grasp her gladius. She was fearful of sheathing the sword and losing the connection to its power, likely the only thing allowing her to survive.
Salt also stung her wounds. Her difficulty breathing was immense. Blood seeped gradually from the wound in lesser quantities than she would have supposed. But she didn’t pay it any mind. The wound would have to be tended to later, if she survived.
As she struggled to maintain her hold, she contemplated release. Letting go was a tempting option. Death would carry her into the spirit world permanently. Although she would be without her powers, she might find a way to help Agnes still. Before she could decide, a rope hit her in the face unexpectedly.
She had been found!
A man who she recognized as a part of the crew yelled at her. She couldn’t hear him, but it didn’t matter. She would not let herself live any longer by their terms.
The man yelled again. “They have left! You are safe now!”
She recognized the language as her own native tongue. The words permeated her slowly before she connected them to the strange popping sounds she had heard moments before. They had left.
She wasn’t going to see if they were indeed there to assist her or if the ones left behind merely wanted her for himself. She closed her eyes concentrating on the residual energies from the others passage and crossed over. She would find that bastard; she would make him suffer.
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