The American dream. That’s what everyone wanted, what everyone aspired to have and Jane was in the select few that was to find it before anyone else. Leaving London had probably been the easiest thing the girl had ever done. She was being promised gold and a life everyone would envy – something she didn’t exactly have at home. She went bar from bar, got into stupid fights and was looked at like a piece of meat from the male population. Her new life, the dream life she had always wanted, was waiting for her and she would have been an idiot not to grab the first opportunity to change her fate.
The storm upon the waves had nearly stopped the party from getting to their well deserved treasure but Jane had proved to the crew that she wasn’t just a pretty face. She had sustained most of the spray from the salty water that threatened their lives and she had simply laughed in death’s face. She had survived and saved the lives of others in the process. She was worn and battered when they came to shore and all she wanted to do was sleep, but of course that wasn’t allowed. Governor Ratcliffe forced a gun into her left hand and pickaxe in her right hand before shoving her into the thick, deep forest.
Letting a soft yawn fall from her cherry lips, the girl was guarded, on her toes in case she was attacked. Her heart was stone and she knew she’d shoot someone or something if she had to. As the leaves began to russle, the girl’s careful oceanic orbs scanned where the noise came from. Did she just see something? A shadow? Or was she deluded from her long voyage in the deadly sea? Whatever, she was going to follow it anyway. Climbing the tree branches, she found a rock ledge that lead towards even more trees. There it was again, dancing across the rock face.
Maybe she shouldn’t have called but what else was she meant to do? Her simple and slow crouch had turned into a hurried jog as she ran after the shadow, raven hair catching her eye. She had been warned about savages, about people who wouldn’t think twice before gutting you – that’s if they even had brains. So, instinctively, she raised her gun, aiming at the hidden shadow. Purely waiting.
