The sun glinted off of the shining steel blade as it rose upwards, then swiftly arched down to stab deeply into the wooden planking of the ship’s deck, barely missing Leigha’s head. There was blood all about the deck as men continued fighting. The scene was ghastly, and the man that held the sword that had so nearly come to destroying Leigha’s young life grinned evilly at his victim as she cowered down lower against the side ropes. His face came close to hers, the stench of his breath mingling with the sea air that blew about them. As he reached out to take hold of her face in his bloodied hands, Leigha screamed in terror.
“Leigha!” Robert yelled, sitting up in his bed and struggling against his tangled sheets. “Leigha!”
Jesep came running into the room carrying a candle to find Robert staring into the darkness in helpless terror, his eyes glassy and filled with tears. The old man shook Robert’s shoulders gently, trying to make him wake up enough to realize that he had only been dreaming. Robert’s nightshirt felt damp and clammy beneath his touch for the horror of his nightmare had drenched him in sweat. Bringing out another shirt for his young master to wear, Jesep helped him to remove his damp clothing and change. Robert had awakened by this time enough to know where he was, but the dream still haunted him, leaving its mark of fear upon his heart as it had so many of the nights past.
“Ye had the same dream agin?” Jesep asked softly.
“Yes, Leigha was on a ship, and this time, the man almost killed her with his bloody sword!” Robert answered in a hoarse voice that shook with emotion. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of Jesep’s thin arms and exclaimed, “It seemed so real, I believe that Leigha is truly in danger! Jesep, we cannot wait for my father any longer! We must go after her now!”
Lee, Virginia (2011-01-20). Dagon’s Blood (p. 273). Xlibris. Kindle Edition.