Riden appears perplexed, but he answers. “I told him that if he wished to keep
the support of his crew, he would be wise to stop encouraging you to kill them
off.”
“Did you care for them? The men who I killed?”
“No.”
Hmm, perhaps I was wrong about how much he cares for the members of this
crew. “Then why bother?”
“I answered your question. Now let me out.”
I sigh. “Fine.” Though I wonder why he doesn’t want to talk about it. Perhaps
I’ve hit on something there. If it wasn’t to do with the men I killed, then wouldn’t it have to do with his brother?
The cage sings as it unlocks, and I hand the key to Riden. “You and the captain are brothers.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“What exactly happened to your father?”
Riden locks me in soundly. Then he pockets the key without taking his eyes
off of it. He turns to leave.
“I killed him.”
Chapter 4
THE FLOOR IS DISGUSTING, but somehow I manage to sleep. When I wake, a face is inches from my head.
I shriek and roll away. Even though I realize now that he’s on the other side
of my cell, my heart still races.
“No need for that,” the pirate says. “Just needed a lock of your hair is all.”
My hand flies to my head. Indeed several strands have been cut. “What are you doing? I’ll kill you for that.”
“It’s best to leave the lass alone, Enwen,” another man says. It’s Kearan. “Has
a thing about people touching her.”
“It needed to be done,” Enwen says. “I tell you, red hair’s good luck. Keeps
you from getting diseased an’ all.”
I recognize now that Enwen is the tall man who helped carry my things down
yesterday.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard,” Kearan says. “I hope you get sick tomorrow. You need to set your head right.”
“You just wait. Next time a plague hits, I’ll be strokin’ this hair while you all will be coughin’ and dyin' and such.”
“I need a drink.”
“Nah, Kearan. It’s too early for that.”
“If I’m to survive the day, I’ll need to start early.” He pulls out his flask from one of his pockets.
“What is this?” I ask as I stand and stretch out my neck. I can feel a couple of cricks in it. And I smell worse than I did yesterday. Blasted floor.
“We’re your guards, Miss Alosa,” Enwen says. “First mate says it’s wise to
have someone watching over you at all times.”
I eye Kearan. “And I take it that neither of you volunteered.”
“That’s the truth of it,” Kearan says.
“Oh, I was happy to do it,” Enwen says. “Ever since I saw you yesterday, I’ve
been wantin’ to get my hands on that hair of yours. Very rare, it is.”
“I can assure you, it has no magical properties,” I say, angrily fiddling with the patch of hair that is now shorter than the others.
“Not magical,” Enwen says. “Just good luck.”
“I get sick as often as any other person.”
“What?”
“You said red hair wards off disease. I’ve got a whole head of it, yet I get sick.”
“Oh.” Enwen looks troubled for a moment. He hunches over my lock of hair,
staring at it. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t work on you because it’s your own hair.
It’s got to be taken from someone else for the luck to work.”
“So if I steal it back from you, will it work for me?” I say sarcastically.
Kearan laughs, choking on the rum in his mouth. A few drops fall to the floor
as he coughs. He sighs. “Bloody waste, that.”
I sit on my chair, all too aware of the grime and slime that coat everything in
the cell, including me. I need to change, and I need some water to clean myself
off. I’m about to ask for the latter, when I hear someone coming over.
It’s Riden, of course. He carries with him a tray of food and a dangerous smile. At the sight, I feel my stomach growl. I’m fairly certain that’s a response to the food and not the smile.
“Enwen, Kearan, you’re relieved while I question the prisoner. But you will
return to this post once I’m done.”
“Aye, Master Riden,” Enwen says. Kearan nods, looking bored. The two