A novela I wrote, not much to day about it really.
Well… Enjoy.

“Are ya lookin’ for someone?”

Kisara started at him. “Yes.”

“Ya bro’er?”

“No, well yes. But he’s been acting strangely lately,” she responded distantly. The man was so mesmerising she found it difficult to take control of her speech. It was like she was talking, but not completely willing it.

“I ‘ad a sister once.”

“What was she like?”

“A good girl, always was mum’s favourite. Pre’y li’le thing, a sucker for stories though. Wan’ed to be a princess, she did. Wan’ed to find ‘er Prince Charming.”

That struck a church in Kisara’s memory, Prince Charming – that was why she was there, to find Lucas.

“Have you seen a boy around? Taller than me, with bronze hair and eyes like the sea?”

The man thought for a moment. “Nope, ne’er seen anyone like tha’.”

He was lying.

“You have, haven’t you?! Please help me, I need to find him. Is he alive?”

He nodded while he spoke. “Nope, ‘e’s dead as a door nail.” He had nodded; Lucas was alive.

“Please, where is he?”

The man lifted up his hat and looked at her. She recognised his face; it was Sean. “Why should I help you?”

“Because I love him.”

Sean smiled at her, it was his smile. Not the pirates, but his. He was free again. “Well then a ’spose I ’ave no choice, do I?”

He stood up on his little raft and tossed the fishing line out into the water. It tensed at something grabbed hold of the line. Kisara watched intently. Sean began to steadily wind the cord back in, it left ripples in the gently rocking water.

The tip came out and tightly clutching the hook was Lucas. His shining hair was plastered to his head and glistening with tiny flakes of ice. His skin was almost blue and his lips were purple with cold. Dried brown blood was coated along the wet rag he wore and in the centre his open chest wound was still oozing gluggy scarlet blood.

He had never looked more beautiful.  Kisara couldn’t believe her eyes; instinctively her hand went to the glistening cross hanging around her neck. She clutched it tight and muttered a prayer of thanks.

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