Creative Writing: Empire Island

this take place on deck under your careful eye Captain." "If you wouldn't mind," Susan said smirking crossing her arm's. Leading Matthew back to the upper deck, listening as the leather of his bag creaked as it swung on it's handle. Setting the him up on the Poop deck behind her as she took over the helm from her first mate. "Prepare to disembark you hearties! It's time we enjoyed the hospitality of Charleston," she said her voice carried along the wind. Setting course northeastward whispering to her first mate to lower their black flag that was flapping in the wind. To replace it with the one they normally used when they ran their smuggling operations to the colonies. "Quartermaster," Susan called out watching the pudgy man bound …show more content…
"You all set up back there," Susan said turning around keeping one on the wheel. Noting how he had padded the storage barrel's that laid secured on their side's. Setting a wooden crate before them, a few inches lower then the lip of the barrels to give his patient's a sense he wouldn't be looming over them. "That I am Captain, whenever you're ready send the first one up," Matthew said looking out on to the forecastle. Watching as the ship cut through the water, the knocking of the pulley blocks as they banged against the mast. Looking away as she saw how the wind teased his hair, feeling her cheeks burn shaking the thought from her mind. Matthew watched as the first of his patient's walked up the wooden stair's. Keeping the scowl from his face when he saw how poor her body looked. If he had to guess the woman weighed no more the a hundred pound's soaking wet. "Any loss in appetite," Matthew asked as she took her place on top of the …show more content…
Watching his hand's as he probed along her slender leg's, wincing as he touched her thigh. Matthew could feel the swelling in her leg's he just hoped it was what he thought it was. Holding the back of his hand to her forehead scowling when he couldn't discern between the heat of her skin from her time under the sun, or the fever he suspected was burning within. Matthew didn't need her to raise her shirt to see the tiny red dot's that marred her mid dirft. "Open, please," Matthew quickly added he wasn't a fool to miss the sign's of what kind of ship he was on. Seeing her bleeding gums solidified his hunch of what plagued her crew. Stepping away thanking the woman, telling her to send the next one. As the hour past into two sweat beaded along his brow as he ladored under the harsh sun. Dismissing the last of her crew that was affected by the disease. "Captain," Matthew said leaning against the railing that overlooked the deck. "What did you find Doctor," Susan asked, trying not to look at the man. Her mind just couldn't keep her eye's from seeing how he looked in the late afternoon sun. How the waning orange light played across his skin, to how it set his blonde hair ablaze in the dwindling rays. Susan tried to ignore how her heart raced, how her skin heated whenever she felt his eye's on