Chapter 6: The Ghost Returns!
Ganadella was in such high spirits. She was going through all the rooms for her belongings.--wait--her belongings? She had not been there, but for a day, Shensé thought.
"Ganadella, we have not decently discussed the matter yet for you to be speaking of what belongs to you here!"
She turned around and raised her brow. Shensé almost bumped into her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look, Ganadella, I understand that you are a G.B.W. but...my things--as well as Barber Thomas--are not yours, I'm afraid."
Ganadella frowned as she sat a random box down beside herself.
"Young man, am I not a barber?"
"Yes, you are, but--"
"Are we not going across the seas for several days...weeks, months even, to attend to a customers needs?!"
"Yes--no! I am not going!"
She gasped at that, then made a sudden angry grunt while squinting her eyes.
"Oh, the hell you are not!"
"Madame??"
She covered her mouth, flustered and angry.
"Blast it, boy! You have made me curse! Whether you like it or not--your bum is going on the ship!"
"Surely, you cannot think of forcing a grown male on your ship, eh?" he smirked, crossing his arms.
She dropped her hand from her mouth and raised her eyebrows.
"Think I cannot drag you along? Men are fools to look at me and not think twice."
"Ha! But I am not a fool! That is just a word! I am strong, confident and very sure of myself!"
"...heh..."
Shensé sat tied to the main sail pole on deck, watching Ganadella tug the boxes and things along on to the ship. How humiliating to have been taken advantage of. If only she had not kicked him there.
When finally done loading, she stood in front of him placing her hands on her hips.
"You will soon learn that women have ways of getting what they want."
"That was very low, Ganadella!" he croaked.
"Oh, quiet you!"
Soon, several male villagers came along to drop off food reserves for the trip, as well as pelts and heavy coats. Every once in a while, a gentleman would spot Shensé tied to the deck and give an odd stare. Ganadella would just hurry them along.
Then, with a release of the rope and firm push. the ship was off...
Shensé squirmed and fought to get free from this form of torture. He hated being in boats --period. Even if not on sea. And to add, he hated the sea. Ganadella surely had to be somewhere watching and laughing at the lads severe distress.
"Nooo! This CANNOT be happening!!"
"Get over it, lad. We've already passed the lighthouse."
"What?!" his voice echoed across the ship. As if paralyzed, Shensé sat still with a horrified face for five minutes straight. By then, Ganadella had climbed her way down from the quarter deck and walked over to look at him.
"...lad?"
"Go away."
She giggled.
"Oh, come, now! This is nonsense!"
"I said go away! Because of you, I'll never see Maman et Papa again!"
"Will you stop being so negative?!"
"Laisser!"
Ganadella jumped before angrily bitting her lip and trudging away into the captain's quarters. Shensé had released a shaky sigh and lowered his head.
Hours went by and the full moon rested itself upon Shensé's moist face. Everything out there seemed to blend away into the darkness...except the moon...leading what is lost to a final resting place, he thought. Before trying a way to doze off, a voice faded in around him. Shensé tensed making the rope seem even tighter.
"A sad day that I am placed within a coward..."
Shensé tossed about, mentally moaning at the idea of being alone with...a ghost, again! He recognized the voice instantly from a day before...deep and powerful.
"Please, leave me be! I don't think I could possibly spare another piece of my sanity!"
"Oh, but I must concur...with me...you will do much more than keeping a clear mind..."
Something rumbled and twisted under his feet...he could see it. It was like his shadow was morphing before him, trying to break loose. Soon, it lifted from the ground and formed a figure standing in front of him, head dropped with arms dangling at it's sides/ Shensé pressed himself harder and harder against the pole, the more detailed and closer the figure became.
"T-this is i-insanity!" he whispered.
The figure began to look more and more like....a person. The figure gently shook what looked to be it's hair. Something that caused Shensé to further jump was the quick "boink" that came from a huge, long, curled mustached that appeared aong the figures face.
"A...mustache..."
"You are correct."
Before his eyes, a tan man stood with dark hair and violet eyes. His clothes were colorful and unpredictable. Shensé could not make out too much due to the darkness. However, Shensé could not stop staring at his mustache. So perfectly curled, long...even better than papa's.
Could this be the ghost of an old hero? he thought.
"Ganadella, we have not decently discussed the matter yet for you to be speaking of what belongs to you here!"
She turned around and raised her brow. Shensé almost bumped into her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look, Ganadella, I understand that you are a G.B.W. but...my things--as well as Barber Thomas--are not yours, I'm afraid."
Ganadella frowned as she sat a random box down beside herself.
"Young man, am I not a barber?"
"Yes, you are, but--"
"Are we not going across the seas for several days...weeks, months even, to attend to a customers needs?!"
"Yes--no! I am not going!"
She gasped at that, then made a sudden angry grunt while squinting her eyes.
"Oh, the hell you are not!"
"Madame??"
She covered her mouth, flustered and angry.
"Blast it, boy! You have made me curse! Whether you like it or not--your bum is going on the ship!"
"Surely, you cannot think of forcing a grown male on your ship, eh?" he smirked, crossing his arms.
She dropped her hand from her mouth and raised her eyebrows.
"Think I cannot drag you along? Men are fools to look at me and not think twice."
"Ha! But I am not a fool! That is just a word! I am strong, confident and very sure of myself!"
"...heh..."
Shensé sat tied to the main sail pole on deck, watching Ganadella tug the boxes and things along on to the ship. How humiliating to have been taken advantage of. If only she had not kicked him there.
When finally done loading, she stood in front of him placing her hands on her hips.
"You will soon learn that women have ways of getting what they want."
"That was very low, Ganadella!" he croaked.
"Oh, quiet you!"
Soon, several male villagers came along to drop off food reserves for the trip, as well as pelts and heavy coats. Every once in a while, a gentleman would spot Shensé tied to the deck and give an odd stare. Ganadella would just hurry them along.
Then, with a release of the rope and firm push. the ship was off...
Shensé squirmed and fought to get free from this form of torture. He hated being in boats --period. Even if not on sea. And to add, he hated the sea. Ganadella surely had to be somewhere watching and laughing at the lads severe distress.
"Nooo! This CANNOT be happening!!"
"Get over it, lad. We've already passed the lighthouse."
"What?!" his voice echoed across the ship. As if paralyzed, Shensé sat still with a horrified face for five minutes straight. By then, Ganadella had climbed her way down from the quarter deck and walked over to look at him.
"...lad?"
"Go away."
She giggled.
"Oh, come, now! This is nonsense!"
"I said go away! Because of you, I'll never see Maman et Papa again!"
"Will you stop being so negative?!"
"Laisser!"
Ganadella jumped before angrily bitting her lip and trudging away into the captain's quarters. Shensé had released a shaky sigh and lowered his head.
Hours went by and the full moon rested itself upon Shensé's moist face. Everything out there seemed to blend away into the darkness...except the moon...leading what is lost to a final resting place, he thought. Before trying a way to doze off, a voice faded in around him. Shensé tensed making the rope seem even tighter.
"A sad day that I am placed within a coward..."
Shensé tossed about, mentally moaning at the idea of being alone with...a ghost, again! He recognized the voice instantly from a day before...deep and powerful.
"Please, leave me be! I don't think I could possibly spare another piece of my sanity!"
"Oh, but I must concur...with me...you will do much more than keeping a clear mind..."
Something rumbled and twisted under his feet...he could see it. It was like his shadow was morphing before him, trying to break loose. Soon, it lifted from the ground and formed a figure standing in front of him, head dropped with arms dangling at it's sides/ Shensé pressed himself harder and harder against the pole, the more detailed and closer the figure became.
"T-this is i-insanity!" he whispered.
The figure began to look more and more like....a person. The figure gently shook what looked to be it's hair. Something that caused Shensé to further jump was the quick "boink" that came from a huge, long, curled mustached that appeared aong the figures face.
"A...mustache..."
"You are correct."
Before his eyes, a tan man stood with dark hair and violet eyes. His clothes were colorful and unpredictable. Shensé could not make out too much due to the darkness. However, Shensé could not stop staring at his mustache. So perfectly curled, long...even better than papa's.
Could this be the ghost of an old hero? he thought.
