Dwellers of the New World Chapter Seven ( Pt 4 ) Day Moved into Night

That same evening while Cinnamon and her family ate, day moved into night and the fog drifted across the land leaving everywhere as quiet as a graveyard.

The barracks were also engulfed in a thick fog. Inside one of the buildings, Gregor was finishing his supper, while in a corner of the room by the fire sat the boy Sam, he was eating a bowl of fine chicken stew.

Gregor sucked the marrow out of one of the chicken bones, his mouth greasy from the juices. He turned to the boy with an arrogant smile. “So Sam me boy...you want to work for me do you?” Gregor's teeth were black and he cursed the pain he suffered with each bite of food.

Sam nodded in agreement, eager to please the Master. “Well speak up boy...a nod means nothing, haven't you a tongue in that dirty mouth of yours?”

Sam was nervous, he placed the wooden spoon down in the bowl, the flames from the fire reddening his cheeks. In an agitated tone he stuttered. “Yeh, yeh, yes Sir! I...I'm very eager to please Sir.”

Gregor smiled full of himself, he loved it when he could put fear into another human, though Sam he felt was different, here was a boy that he considered really looked up to him and wasn't afraid to speak his mind. “So Sam would you like to work for me?”

Sam looked excited. “Yes Sir...I would be happy to work for you, but what can I do?”

Gregor laughed. “Why boy...run errands and take messages of course, you've already proved I can trust you, so what do you think? Oh! And for that I'll give you a bed and food to eat.”

“Can I do anything for you now Master?” said Sam jumping up all at once.

Gregor was becoming annoyed. “Yes...you can go to bed over there and leave me alone to think.” Gregor pointed to a sack of hay on the other side of the room, with an extra sack to cover him.

“Thank you Master.” Sam said with enthusiasm, almost as if he'd been given some real luxury.

“Quick get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

Sam almost ran over to the bed on the floor and flopped down staring eagerly at the master.

“Right now face the wall,” said Gregor. “I don't want you peering at me till you're asleep.”

The boy turned to face the wall, sucking his thumb and wondering what his first job would be, while Gregor pondered on Dawson and what he would do with him. He finally decided that he would speak to Bracus, about when he would be finished building his ship. Sending Dawson somewhere far away, where he wouldn't have any chance of returning, gave him hope that his future could continue without interference. Then he thought of the wild whistling Isle, that was as good a place as any to send him. He rubbed his hands together and decided to speak with Bracus in the morning.

With things settled in his mind, he decided it was time to sleep before the fire went out. Standing up he stretched and then made his way over to the entrance. Opening the door he spoke to Will who was on guard duty. “Everything quiet?” he asked.

“Yes Sir...all's quiet.”

“Well I'm off to bed...call me if there's any problems.”

“Certainly Sir,” said Will feeling cold. He moved from one foot to the other, clasping his arms around himself and rubbing them to connect with some warmth.

Gregor shut the door and walked over to his sleeping bed. Before he lay down, he took the stun gun from under his pillow and examined it, wondering how it worked and deciding if he would use it or not, for he had no idea of what it would do. He thought it a very strange object indeed. “So many things to work out and plan for.” He whispered to himself. Putting the gun back under his pillow, he yawned and lay down, it wasn't long before he was asleep.

The fog had become a lot thicker and Will longed to be off guard duty, so he could go home in the warm, he hated night time duty and would be there until dawn broke. He needed to stay awake, so he paced up and down, thinking about the high seas and what adventures would be out there waiting for him. It was going to be a long night.

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