'Father!' Anya screamed as she saw her father sink into the deep black oblivion. She stood up and was about to jump in when she felt two strong arms grab her sides. 'No Mistress not you too!' 'Let me go he's all i have left!' cried Anya as she struggled with the men.

Then a huge wave crashed onto the small boat,capsizing it and throwing its occupants into the depths. Anya sank slowly, convinced that this was the end. "At least i will get to see my mother and father again' she thought as she was pulled to the bottom.It felt as if cold damp hands were pulling her into the depths and the light was already fading away. Anya was no longer struggling to swim nor stay afloat. She just wanted to go down down down...

A hand grasped her collar and pulled. 'No! Let me die with them!' thought Anya,but the hand refused to slacken its grip and Anya was pulled to the surface. 'No let me die! I don't want to live without them. Let go!' cried Anya as she attacked her rescuer. 'Please calm down Miss, I'm trying to help you!' 'No just let me drown now!'
'I'm really sorry about this Miss' That was when Anya felt a blow to the top of her head and felt herself slipping away. Her last thought was that the rescuer had granted her wish and she was going to see her father and mother.

This had to be heaven. Because Anya felt warm and comfortable. Surely she must've died and returned to her parents because there was no way the sea was this warm or soft. Was that the sound of her father's voice? But why was the pain still there? and why did she feel like pounded meat? She opened her eyes and felt pain shoot through her body like liquid fire.

'There there dear, take it easy. You've been through quite alot tonight. Just close your eyes and go back to sleep, if it wasn't for...' a gruff voice was saying to her,but Anya could barely understand what he was saying. 'My father?' she whispered. 'He's..claimed by the sea...' Anya fell unconscious,praying that she would never awake now that all her family was gone.

She awoke in a warm bed,bundled up in blankets. She feebly tried to reach for the jug beside her bedside. 'Its alright dear let me help you' a warm motherly voice said. Anya felt a hand support her and she drank a glass of warm milk. 'Where am I?' she asked, every word taking away what remained of her strength. 'You're in the Fork and Spoon Inn dear, and I must say that was some storm you went through.I'm Mrs Henderson by the way' 'My father?' ' He's fine dear, shaken but all in one piece.' That was all Anya heard before the door opened and her father hugged in a crushing grip. 'Oh Anya I didn't want to believe it when they told me you went overboard! Thank God you're alright!' sobbed Capt. Johnson as he held the remaining member of his family closer to him.

'Captain,I'm glad your girl is fine, but relax your grip or you might undo all my efforts to get her back' Mrs Henderson spoke in a calm but firm voice. As her father released her, Anya saw two men standing behind him. 'This is James Tempest and his son, Alexander. They came out to save us when they saw the fire. He personally pulled me out of the water.' said Captain Johnson.

'Thank you Mr Tempest for saving my father' said Anya. ' Oh don't thank me young lady. You should thank my son, he pulled you out even through you had a strong desire to throttle him and drown' James Tempest said laughingly. Anya blushed and turned to face the younger man. As their eyes met, she was struck by how youthful he looked,yet he had an air of maturity far beyond his youth. Despite the warmth in the room,she suddenly felt cold, as if all the warmth was radiating from him. His eyes were deep pools of blue,which seemed to ask for her very soul.Shyly extending her hand she said 'Thank you for saving me Master Tempest.' He grasped her fingertips, kissed her hand and looked into her eyes, 'Welcome to Tempest Bay'

'Father!' Anya screamed as she saw her father sink into the deep black oblivion. She stood up and was about to jump in when she felt two strong arms grab her sides. 'No Mistress not you too!' 'Let me go he's all i have left!' cried Anya as she struggled with the men.

Then a huge wave crashed onto the small boat,capsizing it and throwing its occupants into the depths. Anya sank slowly, convinced that this was the end. "At least i will get to see my mother and father again' she thought as she was pulled to the bottom.It felt as if cold damp hands were pulling her into the depths and the light was already fading away. Anya was no longer struggling to swim nor stay afloat. She just wanted to go down down down...

A hand grasped her collar and pulled. 'No! Let me die with them!' thought Anya,but the hand refused to slacken its grip and Anya was pulled to the surface. 'No let me die! I don't want to live without them. Let go!' cried Anya as she attacked her rescuer. 'Please calm down Miss, I'm trying to help you!' 'No just let me drown now!'
'I'm really sorry about this Miss' That was when Anya felt a blow to the top of her head and felt herself slipping away. Her last thought was that the rescuer had granted her wish and she was going to see her father and mother.

This had to be heaven. Because Anya felt warm and comfortable. Surely she must've died and returned to her parents because there was no way the sea was this warm or soft. Was that the sound of her father's voice? But why was the pain still there? and why did she feel like pounded meat? She opened her eyes and felt pain shoot through her body like liquid fire.

'There there dear, take it easy. You've been through quite alot tonight. Just close your eyes and go back to sleep, if it wasn't for...' a gruff voice was saying to her,but Anya could barely understand what he was saying. 'My father?' she whispered. 'He's..claimed by the sea...' Anya fell unconscious,praying that she would never awake now that all her family was gone.

She awoke in a warm bed,bundled up in blankets. She feebly tried to reach for the jug beside her bedside. 'Its alright dear let me help you' a warm motherly voice said. Anya felt a hand support her and she drank a glass of warm milk. 'Where am I?' she asked, every word taking away what remained of her strength. 'You're in the Fork and Spoon Inn dear, and I must say that was some storm you went through.I'm Mrs Henderson by the way' 'My father?' ' He's fine dear, shaken but all in one piece.' That was all Anya heard before the door opened and her father hugged in a crushing grip. 'Oh Anya I didn't want to believe it when they told me you went overboard! Thank God you're alright!' sobbed Capt. Johnson as he held the remaining member of his family closer to him.

'Captain,I'm glad your girl is fine, but relax your grip or you might undo all my efforts to get her back' Mrs Henderson spoke in a calm but firm voice. As her father released her, Anya saw two men standing behind him. 'This is James Tempest and his son, Alexander. They came out to save us when they saw the fire. He personally pulled me out of the water.' said Captain Johnson.

'Thank you Mr Tempest for saving my father' said Anya. ' Oh don't thank me young lady. You should thank my son, he pulled you out even through you had a strong desire to throttle him and drown' James Tempest said laughingly. Anya blushed and turned to face the younger man. As their eyes met, she was struck by how youthful he looked,yet he had an air of maturity far beyond his youth. Despite the warmth in the room,she suddenly felt cold, as if all the warmth was radiating from him. His eyes were deep pools of blue,which seemed to ask for her very soul.Shyly extending her hand she said 'Thank you for saving me Master Tempest.' He grasped her fingertips, kissed her hand and looked into her eyes, 'Welcome to Tempest Bay'

I'm a simple guy turning 19 this year.
I lend a helping hand to my friends when they fall, and a listening ear to my friends when they talk.
Kind, caring and nice are what my friends say of me.
I created this blog to start writing my stories, poems and etc.
Do leave me a comment on how I write.
Thank you.

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