Untitled - Meline Hay

Many would say the crisp mountain air or the mossy green trees that seem to crawl up the mountain would be refreshing. Not that Anthony found this all too exciting, slumping as she got dragged along (quite literally and fugitively) on this ‘adventure’ with a spoiled brat of an English pirate. The ropes around her wrist were crimson as it dug into her skin and soon enough by noon her wrist started to bleed – she could tell by the sudden metallic smell; She’d long lost feeling in them. She could just hear the smugness in his voice when he had said: “You’re wrists must hurt love, we could tie it somewhere else if you like,” She tried slapping him senseless at his comment only to being carried on his shoulder. The crunch of the fallen leaves, branches and only god knows what else kept going through the air she’d learned to tune that out long ago, it probably scarred away any near by animals. The roar of the crunch was a little be less now they’d lost a few men to wild cats, animals, pit falls or just pissing off the captain. Arthur could always surprise her on how cruel he could be – she wasn’t any different however, she just pretended she was better. Anthony had that joy of throwing harsh words at Arthur and the consequences being minimal if any at all. Arthur had the honor of doing a task for the queen something that required him to bring back a silver back gorilla; She just had bad luck and ended up being there at the wrong time at the wrong place. Two birds with one stone get an infamous pirate (which so happened to be a girl) with a high price on her head and get his job done while at it. “Alright love you can wait here, and that ain’t a suggestion either.” Arthur said putting Anthony down on the stump rather forcefully and walked in the opposite direction. Anthony sighed shooting Arthur a rather nasty glare and kept looking around. Once Arthur had disappeared from sight a small gorilla had made it’s way onto her lap by her surprise.