I search the ship for the others, who have been put to work. I watch them do all their tasks without complaint. When they are asked to do a job, they smile, and calmly walk away.
There are several pirate’s, who are spooked by the dark clouds gathering in the distance. Those who believe, now hide their true anguish. Life on the sea is superstitious, but can change like the moon. One minute full of hope, the next faith lies only in a slither.
They have to leave at dusk – the pirates will be taking their full of rum and food. They can slip away without being noticed. They will not be followed because they will sail away from the macabre dark clouds.
The only person to blame will be me – I can look after myself.
‘Are you sure you won’t go with us,’ Mary says, as I lean over the railings.
‘No, there are things I have to do here. Your mission is with your God, but mine is with my brother. I cannot explain it, but he needs my help.’
‘Thank you Sarah,’ Charles says. ‘We will never forget you.’
I watch them go into the water, and even though I am not a believer, I say a prayer. A few days on my boat, and they will reach land. I cannot keep them safe here.
A distant rumble of thunder, and I stay where I am until they have disappeared. Now I’m truly alone.
To give them a day’s grace, I must create an illusion of them being here. What the pirates will see is a vision of their appearance. I whisper a quiet spell, and smoke surrounds me like the love of my mother. I walk with them back to our sleeping quarters.
They will have a whole night to get away, and I can talk to my brother again in the morning.