Dead-Living

"Mathias!?She is too young!" He yelled at my father.

"She is not. She turned 18. Perfectly ready for marriage" said my father.

"Socair síos grandpa, its not good for your heart. Fiú fuair mé os a chionn é" well that was a major lie.(A/N "calm down grandpa....even I got over it")

"Damn your blood Mathias! Why in the bloody hell do you want to marry her of at such young age?!"

"Leave it, grandfather. Just leave it be. I'm telling you, even I got over it"

Granpa sat the rest of the dinner at silence. I did a small talk with Símon. And quickly ate the rest of my food.

"May I be excused?"- I asked politely already getting up from this damned table.

"You may dear" said my mother.

I did a little bow to everyone, and quickly kissed my grandpa on the cheek whispering "Is breá liom tú" to him (A/N "I love you")

"Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin" (A/N "I love you too") he whispered back.

Exiting the dining hall, I went to my room chamber to sleep.

Since I was very tired from today.

Plus this corset it kindly killing me...

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After taking hours to get rid off the stupid corset. Of course metaphorically said.

But it really did take me a long time to get out off this dress, to my night gown.

My night gown was pretty simple. Lose, white and long, whit long sleeves.

You really can not get simpler than that.

I laid down to my soft bed sheets. Ready to end the night but I felt something inside me.

My feeling was telling me that something was not right.

And If I choose to ignore it, I would deeply regret it.

Something is going to happen tonight.

Something not good.

And people are going to die.

That feeling is not going away.

But even at that feeling I was simply to tired to think.

To tired to be awake.

So I prayed that my family survives, with or without me.

"Lord, please.." I whispered and with that thought I closed my eyes.

Feeling myself drifting from reality.

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I was woken up suddenly, by a canon's fire...

Me being the foolish girl I am, instead of being scared I was intrigued.

It's not every day that you hear cannon fire.

But again it's not uncommon.

It's just that it never happens near our land.

It is always at the Caribbean sea.

This is The Caribbean Age.

Never mind my ramblings.

So after I heard not one but two more cannonballs I finally decided to get up from my bed, nevertheless I've been in my night gown.

I went to the window to see what was going on and let me tell it was not pretty.

I saw people running, soldiers fighting with what seemed pirates, but they weren't quite alive if I may say so. Burning houses. This odd, thick fog. And above the sea was a wrecked, weird  floating ship.

Now that's a first.

Without knocking my mother and father entered looking frantically at me.

"Adelaide child, are you okay" asked my mother with fear-struck eyes.

"Yes, I am" I nodded and only then i was my father holding a sword in his right hand, more known as the Cutlass and he had a Musket strapped around his left shoulder.

"Common Adelaide we have to leave at the bunker, here is not safe dear." Said my father hurriedly.

Our house had a bunker for the time like these. Or if there was a storm. It was basically a basement with hidden doors.

I just nodded and followed them out.

Mother and father quickly moved down the stairs, with me right behind them, when we heard a crash. It sounded like a window.

I turned to see what caused it, but my fathers gripped my forearm and tugged me behind him.

"Stay behind" he warned.

We heard crashing in the dining hall. That's when we heard

"ITS THE DEAD LIVING" from outside. Just as the man said it, my mind went for my dream.

Did I predicted the future, what is happening.

My mother brought me out off my confusion.

"Adelaide listen to me, very carefully. This in not a play. I need you to run trough the back door. Run straight to the dock. And don't stop. Even if you think that it's wrong. Run, and get on the first boat you find that looks safe enough."

"But mother...what about you, and father" I looked at her quizzically

I saw the tears in her eyes, I saw them. Even if she was fighting to save them.

"Don't worry my child. Not about us. Your father and I have prepared for this. We love you. But listen to me once again. Run...just run."

Those unshed tears, now were falling at her cheeks.

My mother, whom I have once in my life saw to cry.

"What is going on momma" I asked starting to tear myself.

"Destiny" was the only thing she said.

"Take this..." my father said holding the Cutlass towards me "..and use it if you must. Take care, we're going to meet again dear, I promise" by now tears were running freely down my cheeks.

"I cannot leave, we are family" I said, my voice cracking at the end.

"We are, but now you have to go...." my mother was interrupted with a crash.

We abruptly whipped our heads to the pirate , even If I did not know what he was. He did look....piraty.. but he was dead. You could see the flesh hanging from his left leg, and he did not seem to have a stomach.

"RUN!NOW" my father said

"I love you too" I croaked and started running. I could hear the gunshots as I got out of the house. But I didn't stop. Even with my mushy eye sight, from the tears, I continued.

Taking the nearest route towards the dock.

People were running out of the opposite way.

The nearer the dock I was, the thicker the fog was.

I heard swords clinging onto swords, onto bones.

I heard voices yelling.

"KILL THOSE CREATURES" A commanding, yet familiar voice said.

Of course. I could distinguish his voice always. That hatred....that darkness.

Diego.

Remembering the promise to my mother and more importantly promising myself that I will do anything to escape him, I turned the opposite direction and started sneaking. Carrying the Cutlass now in the air.

The Cutlass was slightly curved, it was heavy, I cannot lie. Heavy and short.

But it wouldn't be my first time carrying it.

I may be a damsel as my mother says, but let me assure you. I am not a damsel in distress.

Both my father and mother made me learn how to hold any weapon. Of course they didn't let anyone know. But they made sure I learned.

Something about me needing to know for the future.

And they we're right.

I saw a ship. Right a head. Still docked.

But it looked like it wasn't planning on staying too long.

Sneaking carefully, and making slow and steady movements. I quickly got to the ship.

Luckily for me there still was a board connecting the dock and the entrance.

I squatted myself as low as possible, but still to be able to walk and carefully went up the board.

Luckily for me people who roamed on the ship didn't notice me climbing because the thick fog was still there.

'Thank the Lord for not squeaky boards' I thought for myself.

On my left I saw a stack of barrels both tall and wide enough to hide my body.

They weren't far away, so approaching them was not an inconvenience.

"Rise tha sails, we're going after the Captain ye little scam bags" said a loud voice. It was utterly familiar.

But I could not place it where I heard it from.

A load of voices responded with "Aye, Aye!"

I felt the ship starting to move, and I cam only thank my father for taking me when I was smaller with him and teaching me not to be sea-sick.

I sat on the deck and leaned my head on the railing behind my head. Shutting my eyes and stroking the ring around my finger. My grandmothers ring and thinking about what to do when they caught me, about my mother and father, about the situation with those weird things happening.

And realizing that the thing with Diego is the least problem I have now.

Lord how, in the bloody hell, did I get in all of this. And help me get out.

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I was woken up with cold water hitting my face.