Stowaway: The Discovery and Creating Fear
POV: Lillian Flint
'They caught me... They actually had the nerve, when we were so far from any shore, to discover me. Well, I wasn't alone in their discovery. Elora also had something to do with their finding our hideout. I'm sure one of the crew had smelled her rotting flesh, even through all the layers of empty tack bags that I could find while the crew was asleep. The smell still must have reached them. No point in berating my self for it now though. The ship now had to take a detour to an Island closer then their original destination to relieve the ship of me and my sister. They were originally going to just toss her overboard, but I had begged and pleaded, a stowaway's last request, that she needed a Christian burial and so they promised to take her to shore.
They would have continued onto their original destination, which was the America's, if it hadn't been for Elora's decomposition rate and the smell that came from her. I heard gossip all about the ship, men complaining that there was "a woman on board, no wonder we've been having so much bad luck,"as they passed the room that I was being held in. The captain and his first mate had entered the room one night to discuss the arrangements. They needed her off as soon as possible before any disease rose from the corpse.
One of the crew, I overheard as they were talking outside the door, had suggested some isle that was nearby. The lower ranked crew whispered to his captain that it wasn't a law run island but it would get the body off quicker. The Capitain agreed without much debate and after telling me face to face we were soon headed for Isle Olvidada.
Everything seemed to be going smoother, but I heard some odd rumors of tortures that I would go through once I got there. One man confirmed it one night standing outside my door with an evil glare and then spitting across the threshold at me cursing my soul to hell, claiming that whatever they do to me I deserve. Though the fact that some of his mates were standing around the door holding in their laughter from his devilish acts could not have occurred to me, I thought these notions to be true. I had a decision to make soon, and I had to think quick. We were now only a day away from shore. My fate hanging ever closer in the air.
