The prison room.
Michael could not believe what he was looking at. He was stood in a castle in 1890. In his own world this castle was almost derelict, but here, in this world, it was as if time had stood still. His guards, who looked like a combination of medieval knights mixed with modern day soldiers, shoved him through a door that exposed a narrow spiral staircase leading up into a tower. The medieval chains that bound him, made it hard to climb. When he reached the top, a door was opened and he looked down into a narrow corridor that must be hidden in the castle’s outer wall. There was very little light in the passageway and he was roughly shoved down the small flight of stairs that lead into the passageway. The chains around his ankles caused him to stumble and he reached towards the wall to stop his fall. At the end of the cold and damp passageway was a single door which opened into a small round room. The only light source came from a small window in the wall and the fireplace. There was a small bed and a desk in the room, but little else. Another rough shove forced him into the room and as he stumbled to turn around to the door, he realised that there was no way that he would ever escape and see his daughter again. The door was pulled closed and he heard a key being turned in the lock followed by bolts being drawn across. Taking a look around at his small cell, he couldn’t help feel like he was living in some medieval story.
He pulled himself to his feet and lowered himself onto the crude wooden bed which had a straw mattress and a rough blanket. The fire not only provided light, but it was the only source of heat in the whole room. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he had an idea that it was connected to the ship. If he was here, it meant that the ship, her crew and his daughter were safe from harm. He heard muffled footsteps echoing down the corridor along with a conversation outside the door. The bolts slid open, the door unlocked and as it opened he came face-to-face with his host.
“Norland Bracegirdle, I presume?”
The man bowed, “Do I have the pleasure Michael McClay, of one of the two current owners of my ship?”
“Our ship, you legally sold it to us then tried to take it back. What is all this about Norland?”
“I don’t have to answer that, I need my ship back and once I have the captain along with you, then I can persuade you to finally return ownership back to me.”
Michael laughed “Nice try, with all that you have done, there is no chance of ever seeing it again.”
“There is still time for that” Norland replied before leaving the room.
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