Saint Spirit

by Quelli di ZEd

that he/she asks you to live together with our body in the Terrestrial Heaven, where we would have the possibility to be everything. If you unwillingly refusals, however, are forced to follow your decision. We won't be then us to choose our fates, but it will be the fate. Someone out of us that it will make to turn the wheel of the possibilities to dash then us toward the destined destination, whatever it is. We now eat, you/he/she could be our last calm meal, to the warm one of our intimacy; we won't have anymore who knows perhaps then the opportunity to freely compare us alone."

  Saint fought the impulse immediately to send everything to the devil, but the hunger it docilely convinced him/it to first chinar the head on that abundance. Just finished the supper, reinvigorated by the food, you/he/she would be been able to rebel and to rout in a flash that insane intrigue. Unfortunately Saint hurt its calculations. Few accustomed to the cunning plots of the rich ones, didn't smell still too much already that food as the nth ring of his powerful chains. Ended ch'ebbe those dishes, it collapsed to the ground, drug addict once more from the enigmatic woman that sat him of forehead.

  XIII

  A bucketful of icy water fell inexorable on the extended body of Saint.

  "Wakes up, I advance of jail! The captain doesn't pay yourself to be in the hold to ronfare. Go above with the others to stern to clean and see to make her/it shine within midday, otherwise they will be troubles!"

  Saint, with the blocked eyes, the bearded man fixed, disguised by ancient sailor, that inveighed him against without any sense. What it happened? Where heck it was found? That labyrinth. it didn't do in time to realize the whole matter when a kick in full face dashed him/it supine in earth.

  "Scrotum of pig, is stupid or thing? Move the culo within two seconds or I will give you in meal to the sharks!"

  Saint, despite the dizziness of the hit, he/she succeeded in becoming himself/herself/themselves account that the premises of Dafne him you/they were making true. You/he/she could not do anything else other than to get up and to go off toward stern groaning for the broken lip that plentifully bled him. But already while it is salivating the ramp of steep stairs that his/her aggressor had pointed out him with threatening gesture, he wondered where never pits the stern? The stern then? What it meant.

  Its thoughts dissolved him burnt by the sun that invaded its retinas dazzling him the sight for some second, correct the time to encounter with another sailor.

  "That he/she takes you? Are you already drunk before starting to work?"

  Saint lifted the braccias in gesture of surrender.

  "Excuse me, I am going only to stern."

  The sailor pushed him/it making him/it turn of centottanta degrees.

  "The stern is of there, imbecile!"

  Saint proceeded toward the kind indication of the man, and its incredulity grew spropositata together with the dizziness that gathered him/it when the vessel on which was found you/he/she was invested by a rather bossy wave. It was found in full open sea, the sharp odor of saltiness of which the wood of the boat was impregnate burned him the throat, it was barefoot and he/she wore a threadbare shirt that in best times you/he/she had to have been of white color; the black pants that it had I wear they arrived to him as soon as under to the knees and they emanated a dense odor of fish.

  "Curse, this is folly!it " cursed among itself while, bits on the knees, rubbed, together with the other ship boy, the wood aces that composed the stern of a true nineteenth-century vessel.

  All and all gave him the clean impression to do seriously damnedly. What devil of performance was it this?

  Toward midday, when a pair of hits of whip had already forced Saint to continue its ungrateful person job, the bell that announced the meal of the ship boy played. All the companions of Saint got up standing in the same instant directing himself/herself/itself toward the door of the kitchen. On the door there was a toothless old man, with the dug eyes and an obsolete totally dressed by greasy cook and bisunto that, with a ladle, it poured from a pentolone in bowls of can an ambiguous greenish liquid that would have represented the lavish lunch of the day. Saint, obeying as the humble one essential instinct of the hunger, it put on in tail with the others to receive his/her ration. After having consumed the meal, while it was regenerating him from the works of the forenoon, thanks to the siesta that was up to the ship boy to subtract them to the scorching sun of the warmest hours of the day, he/she wondered as the countess you/he/she had succeeded in creating an alternative world to theirs so much reality. You realized ch'ella you/he/she had expressed with sincerity one will of his when it gave up deciding their future fates considering that he, had abdicated in turn you. Then Dafne now where it was found? It had the answer when, going out of the hold together with the other sailors, it was found in front of a dame elegantly dressed, with in hand a parasol alone that it concealed her the face. But he was certain that pits her.

  "Dafne!" proruppe an arrochito cry from his/her wide open mouth.

  She turned of release verse of him with the eyes that shone her of bitter joy. The sailor to head of the ship boy directed him with vehemence toward Saint.

  "As you allow yourself to shout the name of some puttanas that frequents, done address to Lady Conrad?it shouted " him the guardiamarina, that tried to strike him/it with a baton that held among the hands.

  Saint, as if you/he/she was suddenly freed by the numbness of a seraphic sleep, it stopped with a release the arm adversary to mezz'aria and sferrò a hook to the kidneys of the aggressor, putting him/it in knee.

  "Now enough Dafne, your games are fed up with. Day to these crazy persons to end her/it and to bring me on the dry land!"

  The countess, or perhaps in this context we should call her/it Lady Conrad, it said with firm and indifferent voice:

  "Voialtri, picks up that man, hand him/it in the hold and given him of the water. Don't you see that an insolation is taken? Is rambling!"

  Quickly the other ship boy grabbed Saint, who to the ankles, who to the braccias, who the sferròs some a little convincing fist so much to prevent a possible his/her resistance that however it didn't come. Saint was petrified. A furious anger filled hot every cell of his. You/he/she would have wanted to kill him in that instant, his/her terrestrial dame, his/her sensual incarnate inspiration in a body. Before perfect accomplice, dream of whatever man, and now turned into a crazy person, in a carcass that stole his liberty. It rolled in the hold facing more times with the nape the asperities of the filthy stairs of oak. It arrived of there to few the guardiamarina struck by Saint that, backed up by others two muscular sailors, the takings to kicks. Then it had been unthreading the insured whip to his/her belt for a moschettone and the ten minutes of hits that Saint owed suffer they didn't even save him a second to take back breath. Reduced a rag, you/he/she was confined in a cell to the dark.

  The sailor started of watch watching over on the only prisoner of the vessel called Lawrence, an important too name for his/her small stature. Well soon on the ship he gave to call him/it Lorenzino, Enzino, thin to reach the unpleasant nickname of "Tzè Tzè." Compared his/her presence to that of a fly, the young one, as soon as sedicenne, saw more convenient to create its vital space to the shade of the others, apart. This way it became in substance a mute for the others, a robot that obeyed the commands without beating eyelash. It avoided to confide him with whoever, the only exception it was the old cook. The elderly wolf of sea had lost by now for a long time the classical hard sailor attitude sweetening its look on the events and the people. This way you/he/she was taken to heart that young outcast, happened to work on that boat after having been abandoned from the family and possession lived thousand misadventures. Lawrence, loyal to any assignment was submitted him, with careful eyes you/he/she had sat on a stool that obstructed the entry to the narrow corridor that brought to the cell of Saint. It was totally spiazzato when him from now on the wife of the captain protected him in person. The youth labored to prender breath to timidly pronounce:

  "Milady, of here you/he/sh
e cannot be passed, they are the orders of the captain."

  Dafne sharpened his/her cat look and slightly loosened the drawstring of the bodice that opened of a pair of centimeters, already underlining his generous neckline, when it markedly inhaled for answering to the boy.

  "I know well the orders that have been given you, but I need to speak five minutes in private with that ship boy. Not do worry you there is not need that you come to open me the cell."

  "No Milady, is not able really, the orders are orders."

  "Boy, won't want at all the wife of the captain to start praying you? Make me give, I employ there an instant."

  "No I, regret milady, goes from there of my head!"

  "But that you say? On this ship nobody has never been hung!"

  "On this veliero no, but if the captain makes me throw in sea, a shark with a bite the head detaches her/it to me of sure."

  Dafne looked at him/it frowning. You/he/she would never be waited such a resistance from such a timid little boy. It changed tactic.

  "I have understood. Tell me thing you want to have on this ship, of thing you have need, and you will have him."

  "No miladies, anything renders me to you, they would steal her/it to me the others in man that is not said."

  "Boy, promises that from now on you will be treated with an