Happy Wednesday! I’m trying to blog more, since that’s one of my New Year’s Resolutions, and I’m starting off with an excerpt from the WIP. I hope you like it!
He carefully put down his goblet of wine and stared at her with those eyes that seemed to pierce through to the darkest corners of her heart. “Mademoiselle, are you implying that it was my men who attacked the Esperance and killed all those aboard, except you, who, through happenstance, was lucky enough to survive?”
:”I am, Captain,” Aimee replied, lifting her chin and daring to return his icy stare with her own.
He averted his eyes from hers, tucking into his dinner with great zeal. Aimee picked at what was on her plate and was finally able to eat most of her pork loin, potatoes dauphinois, and haricots verts. Smee filled the goblet with more wine. Aimee sipped it cautiously, watching as the captain reached for more grapes. The captain looked at her as picked a small branch from the bunch and put it on his plate.
“You seem very convinced of this, mademoiselle,” he stated. “Would you stake your lfie on what you believe?”
“I don’t wish to go that far,” Aimee said. “But if i had to, I would make it known to the French authorities, and you would be condemned to hang.”
“Ah, but we are no longer in France, mademoiselle!” Hook reminded her. “The law of Neverland is based on the whims of a child, and anything else in the island beyond would be brought to the Faerie Queen for a final judgment!”
Aimee scowled as Hook’s voice took on a tone of amusement. Hook seemed to see that the game was drawing to an end. “Mademoiselle,” he said, “allow me to tell you that it was not my crew who attacked the Esperance and killed all of the poor souls aboard. We came upon the ship, perhaps some hours after Peter Pan had taken you. We buried the bodies of those who had fallen at sea, foraged what we could from the ship, and set it afire so that whatever had gotten to it first would not use it to lure other ships to their doom.”
Aimee watched Hook’s face grow graver as he told the tale. He asked Smee for more wine, and the bosun refilled both of their goblets.
“Do you know who might have taken the Esperance and killed everyone aboard?” Aimee said quietly, her heartbeat quickening as she remembered the fear that had consumed her that day.
“‘T’wouldn’t be a question of who, mademoiselle, but what sort of creatures took it, and why you were spared,” Hook replied.
“You saw what happened–what may have killed everyone else aboard?”
“I did not see the creatures themselves, but I did see their handiwork–and I can tell you that these are not creatures of our world…or even this one.”
“Then what do you think they are, Captain?”
“They are the creatures made from our worst nightmares, mademoiselle.”
And there it is! I will be updating the story on Wattpad a few times a week, so there is more to come!