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A/N: I'm not a native speaker, so forgive my mistakes pls.
Chris walked through the woods to the small and almost dry creek in the middle of the island. In the early days Chris was sure that soon some boat would dock the seashore. But after three days waiting and seeing that Jill didn't wake up he decided to build a raft to try to get her out of there.
With only his knife and no proper tools, he knew that his job would not be easy and fast. Looking at some logs on the ground, he was wondering whether to continue with his work or not. Jill was awake and fine, maybe he should wait for the next ship to come.
Still confused, Chris knew he could not be idle in that place. Even though there was little he could do, he knew he should occupy his mind with something useful. He just didn't want to think about her.
She would never understand what he felt when he saw her fall into the sea and then watch her sleep for days not knowing what to do to save her. Everything he could do was trying to make the that place more comfortable for her. He explored all over the island looking for utensils and fabrics in other cabins. He chose the best fruits everyday for her to feed and hydrate herself as soon as she woke up.
It was hard for him to see her reaction, especially after keeping the a distance she asked, respecting her as she deserved. He knew that woman was too special, he had already confessed to himself that he loved her. An experienced man as Chris knew it was too early to think about love, but all he felt for her could not be anything less than love. From the moment he grabbed her wrist on the boat, Chris knew that this woman was different, there was something about her. He didn't see her that day, but he felt her soul. And when he finally saw her eyes he felt like a blow in his soul and knew that he would never recover from that.
He also knew he should learn to live with that feeling, since she seemed so unattainable. And maybe she was really unattainable, she might be too good for him. With so many rich and powerful men, what would a woman like her see in a simple and coarse sea-captain? She deserved the whole world and he just could give her his heart, nothing else.
Looking at his knife, his only companion, Chris went back to work, they needed or not that raft, that was the best he could do at that moment.
Excella coördinated the servants in the organization for the banquet, choosing crockery, cutlery, glasses and ornaments personally. An important dinner like that one didn't happen often in the main mansion of Pine Hill.
All men were under governor Wesker's feet, except that distinguished guest, Lord Oswell Spencer. Pine Hill was large and well-developed, known as the largest city in that region. But not so far away from that region, Oswell Spencer ruled not only the great city of Rockfall, but all the communities around it, which represented more than 30 thousand people.
Most of the inhabitants of Pine Hill lived proud of their city, unaware of Rockfall power. But if most people ignored or was indifferent to that difference, Wesker was not.
Excella looked over her shoulder and saw Wesker angry by the door. She was the only one who knew when that man was furious. Wesker remained cold in any situation, no matter what happened he never changed his facial expression or his voice and he was not the type of destroying things with anger. But when he was furious his gaze became gloomy, she could even swear his eyes became red.
"Wanna talk, Albert?" She said waving to the servants to continue the job, and she approached him.
Wesker did not respond, he just sat on the chair near the window and put his fist in his mouth thoughtfully, looking at the garden.
Excella wrapped him with her arms and kissed his neck gently.
"The ship with those pirates has just docked the beach. The captain disappeared with my map, so they had to return"
"What will you do to that boy?"
"Nothing for now. If that bastard is alive, he will soon come back for his brother. I knew I should guarantee it. This will be my only chance."
"But he disappeared at sea?"
"That makes no sense. Maybe it's time to make the girl speak."
"Which girl, Excella? The dancer's sister." Wesker removed Excella's arms from his neck and stood up. "I'll relax a bit. Meanwhile ask them to bring the girl. I'll talk to her when I return."
Excella watched Wesker leave the room. She knew he was going to the basement. He always went to the basement when he was happy when he was sad or when he needed to relax. This not only made her angry, but curious. He was a man of many mysteries, but this one left her puzzled.
Deborah was in a beautiful but dark room for over two hours. Piers tried to prevent the guards to take her away, but she feared that they could do something to the boy so this time she tried to calm him down, hiding all the fear she felt.
She had already seen the governor other times when he had hired her sister. He was not rude or an ugly man, but she felt chills near that figure. With her gift, she could feel he had a dark soul and that he lived surrounded by shadows.
As he entered the room with a rose in his hands, she knew what he would ask her to do. At the same time she felt afraid, she felt relieved. He sat in the chair in front of her and smirked.
"Hey girl. You Know why I brought it, don't you?"
"Yes. You saw my sister doing this to me once."
"So, do it again for me."
Deborah felt like an entertainment that time. She didn't only know if it would be good or bad.
She took the rose Wesker handed her and placed it on the sofa, lying with her head on it. After a few minutes, Deborah got up and handed him the rose.
"Your servant Lana harvested it in the garden behind the house, near some orange flowers and a beautiful water fountain. And you asked her to withdraw the thorns before picking it up."
"Impressive" He took the rose back "You sister said your gift also works with people and the future."
"Yes, but it is not as simple as it seems, sir."
"What you mean, girl?"
"Because I need something owned by the person or something they have touched and it's supposed to happen during my sleep. I'll always see something, but in some cases the dream can come encrypted and only those who have the gift of deciphering are able to understand it completely."
"Why are you gypsies so complicated?" Wesker nodded slowly.
"I'm not a gypsy, sir. Helena and I have different fathers, my father was a gypsy."
"So was my mother, she had the gift to curse people."
Deborah's eyes widened. Now she understood he took after his mother. Although the governor was being very friendly, she knew she could not trust that man.
"Among the gypsies there must be someone who could decipher my dreams that come in code."
"My men interrogated one of the girls some days ago, I think I know who's the person that can help us."
Deborah realized she was holding her breath, then she lowered her head trying to avoid his gaze.
"Your life is safe with me, girl. I can even offer you a room up here and treat you as a guest. But I want your total dedication to my cause. You're gonna win if you stay by my side."
"What about Piers?"
"That boy?" Wesker nodded in a negative meaning "He's still my prisoner."
"I'd rather stay with him, sir. But I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"Suit yourself. I only need your dedication." He said handing her a scroll "I hope that tomorrow morning you may tell me everything you can about the man who signed this agreement."
Deborah took the parchment and smiled forcefully at Wesker. She didn't know his plans, but she knew she had just become complicit in something not very good.
Jill saw when Chris entered the hut bringing some coconuts. He spent almost the whole day in the woods and Jill was kind of worried. She thought about looking for him, calling him, but her pride was stronger.
She had a very boring day, and she was surprised how Chris was able to spend these past days there alone. As he entered the hut she followed him.
"I'm behind you."
He turned to her with a serious expression.
"Guess you're thirsty, aren't you?" He said handing her the coconut.
"Yes" she accepted that. "Thank you."
He turned and was walking towards the door when she decided to call him back.
He did not answer, just looked at her.
"We're in Yuhinb, aren't we?"
"Guess I already told you that, no?"
"I don't think so."
He turned back to the door and took a few steps.
This time he did not turn to her, he just stopped.
"I just wanted to apologize for being so ungrateful" Jill closed her eyes and lowered her head. When she opened her eyes she saw blood on her hands and on her belly. Pretty scared she just said " Oh my God!"
"That's ok, Jill. You don't need to apologize, I understand you're nervous about everything that happened. And I'll keep my distance as you wish."
"No Chris, it's not about it. I'm bleeding. I think I'm injured."
Jill touched her abdomen trying to feel where she was injured and Chris turned to her worried.
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