Late Winter, 1085 - Mediterranean Sea
Of course, as soon as the woman's toes touched the ground, she sprinted out the door. Robert cursed and chased after her, down the hall, and up the steps.
When they reached the mysterious room with the tipped over barrels pointing out of the ship, Robert siezed his chance. He grabbed one of the metal balls and threw it at the fleeing woman with all of his might, hoping to take off her leg.
The ball fell straight to the ground. Throwing metal balls was harder than he'd imagined.
The chase continued to the deck, where the woman ran to one end of the ship, then the other, and then doubled-back once again.
"Where is the ship?" she screamed in desperation, continuing to from one railing to the next.
"...You're on the ship."
"Not this ship! The other one! The one you were all talking about!"
"I never said anything about a ship, woman."
"Not to me, fool! To the others! To the rest of them!"
"The rest of who?"
"The rest of you pirates!"
"The...you mean my ship?"
"What?"
"You mean my ship. The pirates attacked my ship. It sank in the attack."
"Liar! If you are no pirate, then how did you come to be on this ship?"
"Are you a pirate?"
"Of course not."
"How did you come to be here, then?"
"You know how I came to be here, fool. I was captured."
"I climbed aboard."
"You climbed a ship."
"The anchor's chain."
"I see."
"Why did you attack me?"
"I was tied to a bed, you walked in wearing nearly nothing...where are your clothes?"
"They sank. Probably eaten by a sea dog."
"A sea dog."
"It's alright. I killed it. Sort of. My sword...fell into it's eye."
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"And the pirates? They died in the attack? All of them?"
"Yes...but I don't understand. Why did they all attack together? Why was no one left with the ship?"
"There were few of them left. They been at sea for far too long. There was no food, and then a terrible disease...by the time they captured me, not many had survived. Then they saw your ship. They were hungry, they needed the food. They did not plan well, as we can both see."
"I am glad I was able to come to your rescue then."
"I did not need your rescue. I had a plan."
"Indeed."
"You have a name, fool?"
"Woman, I am Robert of Guines, brother of Count Osbern, son of the late Count Reinel, nephew of the late Count Baldwin, grand-nephew of the late..."
"I didn't ask for your lineage."
"And you have a name too, woman?"
"It is Gulsum. Daughter of my parents. Grand daughter, oddly enough, of my grand parents."
"And you were captured?"
"Yes."
"Where from?"
"From a land you call Turkey."
"Turkey? You are a Muslim then!"
"And this makes me a heathen, yes? And yet...these pirates. These pirates who would capture me to pleasure their captain against my will, who would kill your men and burn your boat...these were Christians. These were grand, holy Christians. How proud you must be, to be associated with them purely through your religion."
"I am sorry if you were hurt. This is not the way of Christianity."
"No. It is the way of the Muslim, yes? It is the way of..."
"That is not what I meant."
"But it is! For it was my father, a Muslim, who sold me to a slave-owner, a Muslim, who lost me in a pirate attack, to Christians, who tied me to a bed. It does not matter to what you pray, all men have evil in their hearts."
"Not this man. I will see you safely back to Turkey."
"You do not listen, fool Robert. I was sold by my own father. There is nothing for me there, and even if there was, I could never return for fear of being captured once again."
"Then when we arrive in Jerusalem, my Captain and I will free you to go wherever you may wish."
"And where is this Captain?"
Robert led Gulsum to the ship's railing, along the anchor's chain, and pointed down.
But Captain Humphry was gone.