Tim Gideon Alternate Ending
‘Tim, must I remind you that tonight is the last night before we reach the shores of Cuba, I have used the rest of the ingredients that were soon to go off.’ The cook exclaimed as he came bursting through the doors with a steaming hot pot. As he set it down on the long wooden table, a waft of smells hit our noses sending us into a hungered frenzy. As all the sailors started to reach forward to scoop the contents from the pot, the cook slapped their hands away. ‘Hey! Even though you scallywags are barely ever in the presence of a lady, you know the rules. Woman always do first, besides she is sure going to need it.’ The cook studied me as his eyes swept up and down my full frame, sending shivers down my spine.
Slowly and cautiously I got
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My subconscious watched in horror as jagged flicks of red and black surged through the images, with a start I woke up still dizzy from my sleep. A cold and dirty hand was covering my mouth and as my eyes focused I realized I was staring into dark grey dead eyes. Bilton. But he was not alone I turned my head from one side to the other taking in the other sailors that were around me, Tim the scrawny sailor was holding my hands in place a crooked sneer covered his lips. I tried to scream but the hand clamped down even more, and as I tried to wiggle my hands free Tim held them tighter and I could feel my wrists on the verge of breaking. ‘Adrid hurry up with the ropes, I won’t be able to hold her for much longer.’ Tim said in a strangled voice as he tried to keep pressure on my wrists. Out of the shadows came the cook, in a second he was by Tim’s side and had wrapped a rope around my wrists in a very strategic pattern. A cloth was forced into my mouth and Bilton pulled me to my feet. ‘Don’t try breaking free or calling for help,’ Bilton whispered in my ear. ‘Your beloved papa and the captain have both been given a very special and rare substance… lets just say they won’t be waking up till tomorrow night. And when they discover you’re missing we’ll just tell them that when we docked at Cuba, you refused to get back on the ship so we had no choice but to leave you.’ Bilton’s breath smelt
My subconscious watched in horror as jagged flicks of red and black surged through the images, with a start I woke up still dizzy from my sleep. A cold and dirty hand was covering my mouth and as my eyes focused I realized I was staring into dark grey dead eyes. Bilton. But he was not alone I turned my head from one side to the other taking in the other sailors that were around me, Tim the scrawny sailor was holding my hands in place a crooked sneer covered his lips. I tried to scream but the hand clamped down even more, and as I tried to wiggle my hands free Tim held them tighter and I could feel my wrists on the verge of breaking. ‘Adrid hurry up with the ropes, I won’t be able to hold her for much longer.’ Tim said in a strangled voice as he tried to keep pressure on my wrists. Out of the shadows came the cook, in a second he was by Tim’s side and had wrapped a rope around my wrists in a very strategic pattern. A cloth was forced into my mouth and Bilton pulled me to my feet. ‘Don’t try breaking free or calling for help,’ Bilton whispered in my ear. ‘Your beloved papa and the captain have both been given a very special and rare substance… lets just say they won’t be waking up till tomorrow night. And when they discover you’re missing we’ll just tell them that when we docked at Cuba, you refused to get back on the ship so we had no choice but to leave you.’ Bilton’s breath smelt