Dead Man's Chest by Alex Westmore

Author:Alex Westmore
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Publisher: Inspired Quill
Published: 2018-07-27T22:00:00+00:00

They were upon her so quickly and so silently, she didn’t have a moment to cry out for help. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself across some Indian’s lap on horseback. She was jostled as the horse galloped along.

Not horse.

Horses.

They were all around her. Indians on horseback, and they were taking her with them.

Her head ached from being hit from behind, but the rest of her felt intact. The problem was she had no idea which direction they were headed, nor how long they’d been riding. From where she lay, she could not see the sun to determine the time of day.

When they finally arrived at their encampment or village or whatever they called it, Quinn was sore, tired, and hungry. Not in that order.

When she slid off the horse, she was dizzy and her head beat with every beat of her heart.

All around her, the men spoke a language that sounded like gibberish. How on earth was she going to be able to communicate with these people?

The men led her to a blazing fire the women and children sat around. One woman rose and stood in front of Quinn, just staring at her. Then, she stepped back and tilted her head, looking her up and down. Then, she spoke to the man who had ridden with Quinn. They conferred for a moment with the large man looking Quinn up and down as the woman had. Then he laughed.

“Great,” Quinn said in Gaelic.

The woman said something to the men, who all backed away from the fire before disappearing into the shadows.

“Do you speak English?” the woman asked.

Quinn’s eyebrows shot up. “I do! You do, too?”

The tall, thin woman with the flawless skin smiled softly and nodded. “I do. The colonists. They teached me. Speak slowly and I will understand. I am Tadita.”

Quinn wanted to look for a way out, for a weapon, for something that might help her get out of this, but she did not even know what this was. If they’d wanted her dead, she’d be dead already.

“I am Captain Callaghan. Why did they bring me here?”

She frowned slightly. “Captain? A woman captain?”

“Yes.”

“Chofufuzira” she said softly. “Interesting. They bring you for you to seek those who do not want to be found.”

“Wait. You know where they are?”

“Yes.”

“Then, are we in Croatoan?”

Tadita shook her head slowly. “No. Croatoan is different island.”

“Is that where they are? The colonists? Have they moved there?”

She shook her head, looked over Quinn’s shoulder, and spoke to someone Quinn could not see in a language that sounded more unfamiliar to her than any she had ever heard. “They are not there, either. Are you… hungry?”

“I am, but I would rather have answers. Are the colonists alive?”

Tadita motioned for Quinn to sit by the fire. Dusk was falling, and she knew her crew would be frantically searching for her, yet for the life of her, she could not get her bearings. Tall trees obscured the moon, if it was out there, and her head throbbed so much she could barely think.

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