"I still don't understand all of this. So there was a young man named Williams on the Emily Rose.
What does that have to do with me?"
The spirit of Silas Williams pointed away from where they were standing.
"This is inhuman," Issac Dove was yelling at Webster.
"You cannot possibly put us ashore here."
"Would you prefer I toss the whole lot of you over the side of the boat and make you swim to shore?"
Bill looked around. People were being brought from below deck and forced to climb down rope ladders to long open boats. Bill could see two of the boats on the open water headed for a small beach.
"That doesn't look like Tuckamore Bay."
The spirit of Silas Williams shook his head.
"Indeed it isn't, young Bill. But this is where Webster decided to relieve himself of the residents of Tuckamore County."
Bill watched as sailors tossed furniture and chests overboard.
"Why are they doing that?"
"It would take too much time to get all the belongings to shore."
The spirit turned to the horizon.
"As you can see, some rather nasty looking weather is on the way."
"You have given us but a small portion of the livestock that we brought abroad," Issac Dove complained to Webster.
"How will we be able to assure our animals thrive with such a small ..."
Webster grabbed Issac Dove by the jacket.
"Be lucky that I have given you any livestock. My crew and I shall live well until we get to Boston."
"You will not go unpunished for this," Issac Dove threatened.
"And just who do you think will even care?"
"I am sure that Captain Landers submitted our course change to the representative of the Cartwell Company."
Webster started laughing.
"Poor Captain Landers fell ill, long before he could submit the change. But then I did inform the representative that assuredly I would see that you safely made passage to Captain Cook's Harbour."
"You Sir are a vile man."
Webster laughed even harder.
"The next merchant ship will not be this way for at least a year and by that time, the Emily Rose will no longer exist in these waters.
I'll be taking my crew and this ship to friendlier waters in the south."
"If I were a violent man, I would surely give you a thrashing," Webster threatened.
Webster and his crew laughed heartily.
"Hurry and get this livestock off the ship," Webster yelled, pushing Issac Dove to the rail of the ship.
"We set sail shortly."
"But there is still much that we have to get from below," Issac Dove complained.
Again Webster grabbed Issac Dove.
"You count your blessings that I have allowed you what you have."
He threw Issac to the deck of the ship.
"Father."
Bill watched as a young woman hurried across the deck and helped Issac Dove to his feet.
"I am fine child."
The young woman glared at Webster.
"You are such a vile pig," she spat.
"Elizabeth," Issac yelled.
"You mind your manners."
"But father, he is no more than the ..."
"Elizabeth. You are a young lady. Act as one."
Webster pushed Issac Dove toward the rail, again.
"Off the ship before I throw you overboard."
Issac Dove slowly started to climb down the rope ladder.
"Come Elizabeth."
She started for the railing but Webster grabbed her arm.
"She stays with me."
"Certainly not," Issac Dove yelled, as he attempted to climb back on deck.
One of the sailors punched him in the face and he fell to the water below.
"Father," Elizabeth screamed, as she rushed to the rail
Bill ran across the deck as well and stared over the rail. Issac Dove was being helped into the boat by several other men.
"Get them to shore and be quick about it," Webster yelled at the sailors rowing the boat, "or you will be rowing all the way to Boston."
"Father," Elizabeth yelled.
Issac Dove struggled to his feet, yelling to his daughter, but he was hit by one of the sailors and forced to sit down.
Elizabeth attempted to climb the rail, but Webster grabbed her roughly.
"Not so fast wench. You shall keep my bed warm until we reach Boston."
He pushed her toward the teenage Silas Williams.
"Take her to my cabin."
Elizabeth looked at Silas with tears in her eyes.
"You must help me."
Silas walked toward Webster.
"Captain, surely you would be better off with a real woman, rather than this young girl.
Let me take a boat to shore and get the black haired Johnstone woman. She seemed to have pleasured you in the past."
Webster slapped Silas viciously across the face. He fell to the deck of the ship, bleeding from the nose.
"Unless you want to swim to Boston, I advise you to do as I say, boy."
Elizabeth helped Silas to his feet.
"You are not a nice man."
Webster started laughing again. He put his hand on his heart.
"Your unkind words hurt me so."
He quickly grabbed Silas.
"Now do as I told you, or face the consequences."
Webster turned to walk away.
"No," Silas yelled at Webster.
"I will not."
Webster turned, drawing his sword as he did.
"Would you rather I stick you like a pig?"
He put the point of the sword to the teenager's throat.
"Well, boy?"
Silas slowly shook his head.
"I didn't think so. Now do as I say."
He put the sword back in its sheath.
"Or I will forget that your father was a friend of mine and I will surely let you swim with the fishes."
"I would rather that, than sail with you."
Webster put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"You are trying my patience boy."
"I said no," the teenage Silas yelled.
Webster was about to draw his sword, but Silas was quicker. He pulled a knife from his waistband and slashed at Webster's sword arm, cutting it deeply. Webster yelled, dropping his sword and grabbing his bleeding arm.
The teenage Silas then grabbed Elizabeth around the waist and jumped over the railing of the ship, into the cold waters of the ocean.
"Kill them," Webster yelled.
Several sailors hurried to the railing of the ship and fired muskets into the water.
Bill watched as the water churned around the two teenagers, from the metal balls fired from the muskets. Bill thought he saw Silas get hit, but the two quickly disappeared under the water.
"They are gone Captain," one of the sailors informed him.
"Did you get them?"
"I believe so Captain. They have not surfaced."
Webster took a bandana from one of the sailors and wrapped it around his bleeding arm.
"Then let the water have them."
He watched as the last open boat was pulled aboard. His eyes gazed for a moment to the shoreline.
"Perhaps we should row to shore and slaughter each and every one of them."
"Captain, the skies grow dark," one of the sailors reminded him.
Webster took one last look toward the shoreline and turned angrily away.
"Get us out of here, due south. Quickly now."
"Yes Captain," the sailor nodded.
He ran off yelling, "Weigh anchor. Turn this ship around, due south."
Bill stood at the rail looking toward the shoreline.
"What of Silas and Elizabeth?"
A moment later, Bill was standing on a large rock, a short distance from the small beach, where Issac Dove and his people were gathering their belongings, as the ocean current pushed the items to shore.
Bill watched as two figures emerged from the water.
"Father," Elizabeth screamed.
Bill saw Issac Dove turn and quickly he and several other men, ran to where Elizabeth was and helped her and Silas out of the water.
As soon as they were on shore, Silas collapsed on the beach. Bill could see that he was bleeding from the shoulder.
Elizabeth stared at her father, tears streaming down her face.
"You must help him father. He saved my life."
Issac Dove picked the teenager up.
"We will do all we can, child."
Elizabeth Dove