The Meal

I waited awhile and then eased up the steps. This time I was far more cautious. Ready to scurry back to the cabin if anyone spotted me.

Though it was nearly night, it was vibrant enough along the swaying water and the deck that I could see. Upon lifting my head there was the immediate gust of fresh air. Smelling of salt, leather, wet ropes and water beasts. Fresh and wild.

What Lucien usually smells like.

I reached the far side of the deck and saw there was quite a banquet of laid out along the tables. Some overly soft fruit and the boiled potatoes cook had promised.

They’re celebrating being close to shore. I knew. Knowing we were now near enough I could swim.

I was nearly quivering with anxiety. Hoping that the men below wouldn’t find a way out of their cages too soon. And ruin this whole thing.

I crept behind barrels and posts until I was close enough to huddle over a stack of boards and see the table, lit by a few dancing candles.