Grigory Borzenko Slavery The fourth story in the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Grigory Borzenko
Slavery
The fourth story in the series “The Love Affairs of Angeline Brontë”

Episode one
A person can work in hard work, in very hard work, when the words “tired” and “very tired” mean more than just words to him. When he feels tired not only with his whole body, but sometimes with almost every part of his body. We are talking about physical fatigue. But even this, albeit thrice grueling, occupation can bring him satisfaction if, while working, he subconsciously understands that in gratitude for his work he will receive big money, respect, status in society, and possible advancement up the career ladder.
Now imagine how a person feels if he is in the status of a slave, and his work is exactly slave labor. Where there is no payment for your work, no respect, and, even more so, no promotion upward to a higher position. Just as you are working now with a sickle in your hand, cutting stalks of sugar cane under the scorching sun, so you will do this tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and in a month, and in a year, and, perhaps, for the rest of your life. Until you drop dead from a burden too heavy for your body and soul.
It is not in vain that it is said about the soul. After all, a slave endures abuse of himself not only physically, but also morally. There can be no question of any respect and gratitude for your work addressed to the slave! No matter how conscientiously you work, no matter how hard you try, in the best case you will only hear contemptuous cries from the guards: “Move, lazy people and idlers!”, and in the worst case, over and over again you will have to feel painful blows of the whip on your burned and wounded back! And you will receive this in any case! Even if you show miracles of ability to work, work for two or ten, even if you did such a volume of work that under normal conditions they would reward you with bonuses, medals, salaries, and they would erect a monument to you as a hero of labor. But the slave for his titanic and heroic work receives only prodding, shouting, taking and lashes. Because he is a slave! Not a human! Namely a slave! A despicable creature, low and vile... Just a creature... A thing... Belonging to a planter...
It was in such an environment, and with such an attitude towards herself, that the once brilliant society lady, and now just a slave, Angelina Bronte, had to live in the last days, weeks, months... Which seemed to her like years and decades... Everything that had previously seemed to her hell, now it was not such a thing for her. Burnt by the merciless tropical sun, falling off her feet from incredibly hard and exhausting work, she would gladly lie on the cool floor of the stone dungeon she knew, or on the soft feather beds in the pirate captain’s cabin. Where it was not only not hot, but where you could always breathe the fresh sea wind.
The unfortunate woman thought about this, and each time she was horrified by the thought of how changeable and insidious fate is, what dirty tricks it can do to a person.
The firm confidence that initially overwhelmed her that she would certainly come up with something and escape had long since disappeared from her beautiful and tender head. Now the sun was burning this head, mocking her beautiful, beautiful and chic hair, and herself. Fate continued to mock our heroine. And test its strength.
That's not to say she didn't try to fight to put an end to what was happening. She often thought, looked around, looked for at least some clues that would allow her to leave this hellish place, either by escaping, or by some kind of cunning, but she could not find an answer or a way out.
One could not expect pity or at least some kind of concession, not to mention help, from the guards. And besides them, and slaves like herself, our heroine has never seen. She never even met her owner, the planter. They said that he occasionally went around his property and looked around, but she had never had the opportunity to witness such a walk of the planter. Sometimes, in periods of despair and extreme exhaustion, she had the idea, when meeting him, to shout to him that it was me Angelina Brontë! Why was I brought to you as a gift from England? It is I who should now live in your house, and not the impostor who went to you instead of me! Take me away from here! From this plantation! From this hot frying pan! From this hell! My strength is gone! She wanted not to say this to the planter, but to scream at the top of her lungs! Howl like a wolf! Loud and drawn out! She agrees to everything, as long as what is happening to her now ends! It's over forever! Irrevocably and finally!!!
Time passed, she calmed down, and reproached herself for the moment of weakness. “How could such stupidity occur to me?!” - she mentally reproached herself. She remembered the times of sexual slavery in captivity of the pirate captain, how in that dungeon a stranger to her easily and simply announced her death sentence. What horror she felt, knowing that any creak of the door could mean to her that the executioners had come to carry out the sentence. Living in every minute expectation of death is also something no less terrible than the situation in which she was now.
All this is true. But where is the way out?! It was bad then, and it is bad now too. Unlike her colleagues in misfortune, black slaves, she did not want to resign herself to her fate. But they humbled themselves. They simply had no other choice. They had nowhere to run. They were not expected anywhere. Some were not even welcome at home.
Some stories from the life of black slaves shocked our heroine to the core. There were terrible stories about how detachments of fishing vessels that arrived on the shores of the African continent constantly raided local residents. When all the coastal settlements were devastated, the slave traders, during their subsequent raids, increasingly penetrated deeper into the mainland. Captured blacks were shackled, tied together, and in such living chains they were escorted to the harbor, and then in the suffocating and fetid holds of ships they were taken to the shores of the New World. To sell fresh slave power to planters and mine owners. The cruel attitude of the slave traders towards their captives amazed Angelina. The inhumanity of the Europeans knew no bounds. Their barbarity knew no bounds.
But she was even more shocked by the following fact. The leaders and kings of some Negro tribes themselves, for some trinkets, pieces of colored glass, beads, scraps of multi-colored fabrics or other cheap tinsel received from slave traders, gave them their own subjects into slavery! Residents of your tribe!
Little of! Some Africans, for a sip of “fire water”, a nail, glass or other small thing, gave their own blood relatives to foreigners as slaves! The people closest to them! When Angelina first heard this, she didn’t even believe that this could happen! Alas, repeated stories from newly arrived slaves about such incidents made our heroine convinced that the world, which she had previously considered three times sinful and imperfect, tends to break its own records of cruelty, meanness and baseness!
Now her native Flint, Liverpool and London seemed like paradise. In her dear North Wales and in England everything was peaceful and calm. And here... Here hell reigned supreme... And our sufferer did not know how to escape from it, how to break this devilish vicious circle, and fly away like a free bird to her native places. She heard that on this plantation people spent almost their entire lives in slavery, and here, with a sickle in their hands, unable to withstand the unbearable conditions, they died. Here, ingloriously, in sorrow, tears and torment, their life’s journey ended...
Every day it seemed to Angelina that the same fate awaited her...

Episode two
Angelina was so familiar and tired of the bearded and mustachioed, angry and hateful faces of the elderly guards that she immediately noticed a change when one day the clean, hairless face of the new guard appeared among them. A young man, on whose face there was everything, but not the anger, hatred and contempt for slaves that were usual for the rest of his colleagues. Apparently he himself was shocked by what he saw and by the cruel orders that ruled here. Seeing this new guard, a thought immediately came into the head of our captive, which had never occurred to her before. Why shouldn't she use her main weapon?! Beauty! What if you try to seduce him? And he could eventually help her escape from this hell!
So far it all seemed very vague. After all, the captive understood that even an overseer, free in his actions, would not be easy to take one of the slaves, and just like that, without restrictions and unnecessary questions from the other overseers, take her away from the plantation territory. Or places where slaves sleep. After all, even at night, the barracks and huts in which the slaves live and eat are strictly guarded by guards.
Be that as it may, it would still be nice to have, if not a close friendship, then at least an acquaintance with a person who could become a kind of connecting link between her, Angelina, and the outside world. It's better to have something than nothing at all. This would give her at least some, albeit thrice illusory, hope. You just need to choose a convenient moment to somehow get closer to this new warden, and try to either start a conversation with him, or establish at least some kind of contact.
From that moment on, our heroine began to monitor not only the work she was doing, but also increasingly watched out of the corner of her eye where the guards were at that time. After all, they moved quite chaotically throughout the day. A large group of slaves worked on the plantation, and all this time the overseers rode horses around the area where they worked. They looked after everyone. It happened that at the place where Angelina, among other slaves, was working at that time, there was first one or another overseer nearby. From now on, she passionately wanted the moment to come when this new guy would be as close to her as possible. And what to do then, and what words to address him with, she will instantly come up with on the fly.
He stood out among the others, she noticed him from afar. She noticed that he never brought his whip down on the backs of any of the slaves. He never did what his other colleagues, fed up with unlimited power and impunity, did quite often. With or without reason. She was glad that this new guy was a kind person, not evil, not cruel. She hoped, or rather, she really wanted to hope, that she would succeed in everything she had in mind.
But a day passed, a second, a third, but to the girl’s great chagrin, this warden never once approached her close enough for her to call out to him and say at least a few words. That is why, when one day such a moment came, and she saw how this man was slowly driving around the territory where the slaves were working, and literally in a minute he would pass very close to her, she realized that her time had struck. That she has no right not to use her chance.
Seeing that he was slowly approaching and would very soon be nearby, she put the tool of her labor on the ground, walked up to a nearby wooden barrel of water, scooped a ladle of water from it, took a step towards the rider, and pulled the ladle towards him.
- Today is as hot as ever. You're probably thirsty. Here, take it... Take at least a couple of sips... Please...
It is not difficult to guess that such an action and such words were unheard of in this situation. This has never happened here. Therefore, it is not surprising that the warden stood for a moment in sincere bewilderment. But the girl continued to hold the ladle of water at arm's length and look at him intently. That look was everything! This was her main weapon! She understood that her pretty face, which he, of course, would certainly see, would also play a significant role. He can't help but see it! After all, now, being so close, he was looking with eyes wide open in surprise at her, at Angelina! On her face! But nevertheless, it was in the gaze that our cunning woman saw the main siu of her seduction. She tried to look at him in such a way that he must have a heart of stone or ice not to pay attention to such a look. Her large, burning eyes could not help but captivate this man. The girl understood that she should under no circumstances overact! She understood that it should not be an ingratiating, much less lustful look. That would only make matters worse. It shouldn't be intrusive! He must not understand that she started all this on purpose! He must see Kindness in her! Kindness and compassion. Tenderness, care for him. As if it was his sister, wife or mother who was taking care of him and worried that he was suffering from thirst. Reciprocal feelings for her should be reborn in his soul. He must also sympathize with her, and show, albeit later, over time, reciprocal signs of attention to her.
She really wanted to bribe him now with kindness. It never occurred to her to “make eyes” at him, to make him lustful and want to take possession of her body. Although it is not difficult to guess that in such a situation this option would also most likely be suitable for our captive, deprived of the right to choose, who has suffered beyond measure, and is now ready to do anything just to escape from this hell.
Finally, the overseer came to his senses, took the ladle, and began to drink, without taking his eyes off the slave. It is not difficult to guess that she, too, did not take her eyes off him at that time. She tried to make the most of this situation for herself. In such a short period of time that fate had now given her, she had to charm him as much as possible and win him over. This is what she was doing now with all her might.
Seeing that he had drunk all the water, she again extended her hand, and he, purely by instinct, thrust the empty ladle into that hand.
- Drink to your health! I see you are a kind-hearted person...
With these owls, the girl hung the hook-shaped handle of the ladle back on the edge of the barrel, took the sickle in her hands, and began to work quickly and conscientiously. She made it clear with all her appearance that from that moment on she was interested in work, more work, and nothing but work. But you and I understand that everything was exactly the opposite! The last thing on her mind right now was work, dear. All her thoughts and thoughts were occupied with one thing: how would he react to all this? She did not hear the sound made when the horse's hooves hit the ground. The warden didn't leave! Although her back was to him, she understood with every fiber of her soul that he continued to stand and watch her. She liked it! Yes, she is not in that attractive form now when ladies “swim like a swan”, trying to attract the attention of a possible gentleman with their graceful gait. She understood that her appearance now was far from brilliant. But at the same time, she was aware that he now clearly saw her well-proportioned and slender figure. And, if he is not blind and not a fool, then he should appreciate her graceful figure. And the more he now sees the merits and charms of this young slave, the more reason and desire he will have to pay attention to her in the future. And this is precisely why our cunning woman started all this.
And she started it, apparently, not in vain. Now he, after standing for a while, left. Actually, it couldn’t have been any other way. He had to continue his usual work, without attracting special attention to himself and Angelina from other guards. But she really hoped that now she would see him more often. It’s hard to imagine that this is exactly what happened. If for several days she hardly saw him, then from now on she began to drive past him more and more often. She watched him with her peripheral vision; she understood that he was deliberately not approaching close to her. But his appearances near her became more and more frequent, and each time he approached her closer and closer. She understood that the grain she threw fell on fertile soil. She began to wait impatiently for the time of germination to pass...

Episode three
It is not difficult to guess that in the evenings and nights the slaves in their settlement, where there were huts and slave barges, where they ate and slept, were guarded by the same guards as during the day on the plantations. It is clear that they changed, replaced each other either on day or night shifts, but they were all the same guards and guards. For their night shifts, the term “guards” was more suitable for them. Of course, among the night guards, Angelina increasingly began to notice the new warden, already familiar to her. She secretly, without showing it, watched him with her creamy eyes. She noticed that he looked at her over and over again. Sometimes coins happened when she tried to look at him, and at the same time he threw his gaze at her. On such occasions their gazes met. Both were embarrassed and looked away, but all this made it clear to our sufferer that sooner or later a conversation between them would become inevitable. She was sure that just as she herself had once chosen an opportune moment to speak to him, so he was now looking for an opportune moment to approach her and start a conversation. All that remained was to wait for this to happen. But I just didn’t want to wait. The cup of her patience was so full that she was going crazy with the desire for this to end quickly...
Some black slaves who were brought to Barbados by families, or formed them already here on the island, lived in thrice modest, but still huts. Yes, shacks, but in these kind of separate, let’s say, huts, where they could at least somehow feel some kind of, albeit three times small or conditional, personal world. Some kind of, we repeat, three times insignificant, personal space.
For other slaves there was no such personal space. They slept in a long wooden hut, on roughly planed hard boards, where old, worn-out rags served as pillows and featherbeds. Not far from this common barracks there was a common toilet. It's not hard to guess what he was like. It didn't even have a roof. It was simply an area fenced off with loose boards with cesspools in which the slaves relieved themselves.
One night, after visiting the toilet and returning back, passing by thickets of bushes and trees, Angelina heard someone quietly calling out to her. Purely instinctively turning her head, she saw a familiar silhouette near one of the nearby trees. Her heart began to beat faster. Natural instinct and a sense of self-preservation told her that it was impossible for a young beautiful girl to answer this call, go to him, and retire in the night thickets with a man in the prime of life, whom she did not know at all, and who could do anything to her.
But, on the other hand, she understood that this was exactly the warden she had been thinking about lately. And, apparently, he’s talking about her too. She believed, she really wanted to believe, that he was kind, that he would not harm her. She really wanted to trust him. In him, and only in him alone, she saw the one and only thread that could lead her to the desired freedom. Therefore, she, of course, could not respond to his call now and not go to him. On the contrary, she was glad that he called her. That she had the opportunity to communicate with him.
She came up. He took her hand and led her into even deeper thickets. She followed obediently, without pulling her hand away. She was shaking all over. The reason for this was excitement, fear, excitement, everything! He stopped near the trunks of one of the trees. He stood opposite her and looked intently into her eyes. Almost exactly the same way she herself had looked at him earlier, there on the plantation. Although it was night, they both saw the faces and eyes of both of them perfectly. The brightly sparkling stars in the sky illuminated not only their faces, but were also reflected with burning lights on the moist corneas of their eyes. Both looked at each other for a long time, not knowing what to say. Only now did she take a closer look at his face up close and realized how handsome he was. She began to understand that from now on she sees in him not only someone who could help her escape from the island.
- I understand that you wanted to tell me something. – He finally said. - Speak.
Already something, a moment to speak out, to pour out all the pain that has accumulated in her soul, to ask for help in escaping, this is what she has been waiting for most of all lately. But now, when such an opportunity finally came her way, she, stupid, was at a loss, not knowing where to start. But this weakness lasted only a minute. She knew she shouldn't miss her chance, so after a moment she began to speak. Speak quietly, but quickly, with emotion and prayer in your voice.
- Help me escape from here! Please! I will do whatever you say! Just help! I ask you to!
The sufferer had no doubt that he would ask for sex as payment for his efforts. But a sudden thought, unexpected and crazy, suddenly occurred to her! How did she not think of this before?! Why didn’t such an option of salvation occur to her in the past?! She immediately began rattling it off to her midnight listener.
- You are a free person! You, unlike me, have the opportunity to visit the port of Bridgestone and communicate with captains who sail to London. Ask them to contact either King Charles the First or Duke William Jacobson. His Lordship is the King's right-hand man. They both know me. I once saved the life of a king! Let him now save my life! The Duke will also do everything he can to save me. Ask, for God's sake, some captain to convey the news to the king or duke that Angeline Brontë is in captivity! A slave on the plantation of one Jacob Haig! If they send people here to save me, I will thank you! I live at court! I know the king and the duke! With Viscountess Gloria Cloud! Milady can also do everything to save me! I'll make you rich! Help me! Please!
The poor thing was so imbued with the idea that all these noble people could help her, she believed that freedom could be so close that she literally trembled with her whole body, realizing that it would be a shame to tears if such a real opportunity to free herself did not bring the desired result. She was now ready to fall on her knees in front of this man, beg him, lament and cry, if only he would do what she asked.
- I will certainly do everything, madam, that you ask. “He said quietly, but firmly and confidently. “But I won’t do it out of self-interest.” Not because of your promise to make me rich. I just want to return your kindness with kindness. That ladle of water that you treated me to there on the plantation showed me that you have a kind and big heart. I simply have to respond kindly to your kindness! Must! Otherwise I will stop respecting myself!
How much these words meant to Angelina! They were said with such sincerity and confidence that the sufferer had no doubt at all that this noble man would do everything possible and impossible to realize what he promised. She now, after many months of suffering and hardship, finally has not a ghostly, but a very real hope that soon her hell on this island may end.
This was the main thing, but not the only thing. During all this time, she was surrounded here only by evil, grief, deprivation and torment. Everyone, absolutely everyone who surrounded her, treated her rudely, cruelly, arrogantly, and with contempt. Absolutely no one needed her on this damned island. Everyone saw her only as a slave, free labor, and nothing more! She wasn't actually considered human! And finally, a person has appeared who quite sincerely wants to take care of her, help her, protect her! Every, absolutely every woman in this world needs a strong man's shoulder. Even if she herself is a strong personality, she is also pleased to have a protector nearby who not only loves and caresses you, but also protects you, shields you, fragile and tender, from all life’s adversities.
Now that our suffering heroine has had enough of such a person in her life, she really wanted to cuddle up to him, to hide in his strong arms from all the troubles that exist in this world. She did not dare to rush into his arms, but the overabundance of positive emotions was so strong that she burst into tears.
Seeing this, he, trying to calm her down, very carefully and tenderly touched her shoulders, and began to stroke them even more tenderly. Very, very careful! He did this so as not to make any careless movement, which would cause her to push him away. Seeing that she was not moving away, but, albeit very slowly, but still, as if purely instinctively, leaned towards him with her whole body, as if seeking protection in it, he very carefully hugged her, pressed her to him and began to stroke her even more passionately.
- Don't cry, Miss Angelina. Everything will be fine. I will do everything to free you.
These words and these hugs, so careful, tender and warm, excited her so much that she began to shake all over her body, as if in a chill.
An older and more experienced man perceived this trembling in his own way. That's why I decided to take advantage of the situation.
He began not just stroking, but kissing the girl’s arms, shoulders, and neck, saying passionately:
“You promised to make me rich, Miss Angelina, for helping you find freedom.” But your strength does not lie in clear gold coins. Your strength is in your beauty. Marvelous, indescribable, extraterrestrial beauty! This is your real gold! Give me, Miss Angelina, this gold, and I will do everything possible and impossible... I... I...
It was already difficult for him to speak. It was completely clear that he was excited and very passionately desired intimacy with the one who was now intoxicating him. Intoxicated his eyes, thoughts, heart, everything!
He began to kiss her lips, cheeks... His hands became more persistent and pervasive, his actions decisive and daring.
“No...” she whispered, choking herself from an excess of emotions. – This shouldn’t happen so soon... It will be after you help me... This...
She could no longer speak. She had not had intimacy with a man for so long, she missed caresses so much, so much sexual tension had accumulated in her body that, having started to say “No,” by the end of the phrase she realized that now more than anything in the world she wanted this very thing "Yes". Now she suddenly wanted intimacy so badly that if he had stopped now and said “No!”, she herself would have begged him to do it! She didn't just really want sex. She wanted him very much! She agreed for him to do everything with her now! Everything! Even what that damned pirate did to her in his cabin! But if he then did all this, treating her cruelly, with contempt for her, now she was sure that this kind-hearted man, if he did the same, would do everything tactfully, tenderly, with respect for his partner. She had already once compared similar moments with Thomas Day, and felt the difference when the same action, but if it is done with love and tenderness for a partner, can bring not suffering, but true pleasure. She was sure that this new patron of hers would now do exactly that. She wanted this pleasure! She craved him! Therefore, she could not and did not want to resist the way her new partner began to take possession of her.
When it all began, continued, and reached the peak of emotions, she realized that she had never experienced such indescribable voluptuousness as now in her life...

Episode four
Early morning, where the slaves lived, meant one thing: getting ready and going to the plantation. Where work awaited them, more work, and more work! And nothing but work until the evening. If for ordinary people morning is a period of vivacity, enthusiasm, and plans for the whole day ahead, then for slaves it brought nothing but despondency. For they all understood what awaited them ahead during this day, and the next, and everyone else.
But for Angelina this morning still became unusual. When all the slaves were already assembled and, accompanied by guards, were about to go to the plantations, several men suddenly appeared, one of whom shouted loudly:
- Is there Angeline Bronte among you?! - And not hearing the answer, he shouted even louder and more insistently. – Is Angeline Bronte here? Angelina Bronte! I order you to respond!
Only now did our pensive heroine realize that this was her name. She immediately perked up and called herself names.
- Yes! I'm here! It's me!
- Leave the group! – The same authoritative voice was heard. - Come to us! And you can send the rest to work!
The last phrase was addressed to the guards. They immediately began to use the usual shouts and lashes, and the cheerless caravan moved towards another grueling day's work.
Our heroine approached the men, stopped, and froze in anxious anticipation. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad about what was happening now. She didn't know what to expect from these people. She looked around for James Beam, the new warden who had recently become her friend, protector and lover, who swore to her that he had conveyed news about her, Angelina, to London, but she could not see him anywhere. Apparently, his night shift was over, he went to sleep, and other overseers were already leading the slaves to the plantation. Not seeing him, she was very upset. In him she saw hope and support. She really wanted him to see all this and know what was happening. Perhaps something is happening where his support is needed. Alas, he was absent, and now she could only rely on herself.
- Are you sure Angelina Bronte? – Asked the same authoritative voice. - How can you prove this?
The girl was confused.
- Yes... I'm Angelina... But I don't have documents with me confirming that it's me.
Among these men, one stood out, more richly and stylishly dressed, as if he had just arrived from the capital. The locals, even the nobility, dressed in a special way. Easier, perhaps? It was he, who had been silent until now, who now turned to the captive.
- Do you know Duke Jacobson? Can you say his name?
- Yes! Of course! - Angelina quickly answered. Starting to understand what is happening. – His name is William Jacobson. Viscountess Gloria Cloud introduced me to him. Milady brought me to His Lordship's office in order to...
- Enough! – The stranger cut her off mid-sentence. - I recognized you! It was I, Jacob Cook, his assistant, who was entrusted by the Duke to prepare the carriage that he presented to you, Miss Bronte!
A storm of emotions exploded inside our sufferer. She realized that this person had finally arrived who was supposed to rescue her from captivity. She had been looking forward to this visit for a long time and with great impatience. She believed James Beam that he had conveyed to London what she asked him to do. But the more time passed and no one showed up, the more doubt crept into her soul that her new friend in Barbados was deceiving her. That he deliberately delays the girl’s stay on the island in order to prolong those voluptuous nights that have become more frequent among them lately. Now it turned out that he was not lying. And yet he conveyed the message to the capital to the king or duke that she, Angelina Bronte, needed help! Hooray! Here you go! Help! Finally she was waiting for her! After so much suffering and hardship, our poor fellow wanted to squeal and dance with delight and an excess of emotions.
Jacob Cook turned to the people surrounding him.
- That's her! I'm taking her! The day before I visited the planter and informed him that I was taking one of his slaves with me. In order not to cause him harm, I paid him the specified amount. I showed you this paper, gentlemen. This slave... This respected and respectable lady bought by me. Therefore, I believe that no one can have any objections to the fact that this lady is now going with me.
- Of course, Mr. Cook. Of course.
The authoritative voice sounded less authoritative now.
Angelina now had the feeling as if she was driving along the central streets of the capital in that luxurious carriage that the Duke gave her, and everyone was looking after her with admiration and envy. She really liked that Cook mentioned the fact that a noble master had given a luxurious carriage to her, yesterday’s slave! Let these vile people who mocked her so much here and did not consider her a person, listen to this! Let them understand who is in front of them! Let them know who they, worthless ones, mocked! Now our heroine’s vanity was satisfied, and she was filled with joy from the fact that all her suffering was over, and her former secular bohemian life at court awaited her ahead! The girl’s spiritual joy knew no bounds!
It was at this time that everyone saw a covered carriage drive into the courtyard, from which some noble gentleman got out, followed by another man, apparently someone from this gentleman’s retinue, and then another girl. Angelina recognized her immediately! This was the slave with whom she had once switched places! Which Angelina went to the planter's harem instead of herself. At the sight of this girl, something broke in our heroine’s soul. A bad feeling instantly took possession of her.
The girl also immediately recognized Angelina. She was dumbfounded, and even fearfully, stared at our heroine, raised her hand, pointed a finger at her, and, in a voice breaking with excitement and fear, whispered:
- That's her…
Angelina felt the ground disappear from under her feet! With numbness in her soul and heart, she began to guess how all this could end, and she wanted to howl. Howl with despair and grief. If everything goes wrong now, at the most inopportune moment for this, when she is already tuned in to freedom and a happy life, she will not survive it. She'll lose her mind!
The noble gentleman took a step forward. Everyone except Cook politely avoided him. Apparently it was a planter. Angelina saw him for the first time. He came closer to our heroine, stopped, and took a closer look at her.
- Yes... Good... Really good... No wonder they specially brought it to me directly from England! This will truly be a bright flower in my harem! Why did you, fool, give up your happiness? Why did you, scoundrel, try to deceive me? And she sent this one instead... Yes... It's good! Oh, that's good!
And he began to very slowly walk around Angelina, frozen in a mute stupor, to get a better look at her charms.
The sufferer's eyes darkened. It seemed to her that the ground was disappearing from under her feet. She glanced at Cook in despair and hope. And I immediately noticed his eyes, full of hatred and determination. She immediately realized that Cook also did not like the planter's words. From the firm and confident look of the guest from the capital, she realized that he would fight for her. This gave her hope.
- I’ll ask you to choose your expressions, Mr. Haig! – Cook’s voice sounded amazingly firm and decisive. – Please do not use the expression “wretch” in relation to the dear Madam Angelina Bronte! Who is a free person, and now she will go to London with me instead.
“She won’t go anywhere...” the planter said in a malicious voice, diluted with an equally cynical laugh, continuing to walk around the girl, examining her, without even turning his head towards the one who had just addressed him. - She will go to my harem. This is my property!
Angelina felt like she was about to faint.
- Please do not forget, Mr. Haig! Just yesterday you sold it to me! Here's the paper to prove it! Please keep your promises! If you are the master of your word!
The planter's face broke into an even more malicious smile.
- You yourself answered your own question, my dear! It is precisely because I am the master of my word that I am free to dispose of it as I please. Yesterday I gave it, today I decided to take it away! Yes... She's good.. Oh, yes she's good... I hope she will be just as sweet in bed...
Cook's face filled with anger.
- You forgot about the paper signed by the king! I showed it to you! King Charles the First himself asks Angelina Bronte, his savior, to come to court! What are you doing?! Are you trying to defy the will of the king?!
According to Cook, this was such a damning argument that the planter could not object to anything. But he only broadened into a smug grin.
- Well, you and I know very well what the will of the king is worth now. Although we live here, far from England, we have heard about everything that happens there. It's not just Oliver Cromwell and Parliament who are kicking Charles in the ass these days. Everyone is kicking him! His word means almost nothing anymore! And my word is law here in Barbados! I am richer and more influential than the governor of the island himself! Therefore, my word is dominant here! This doll will go to my harem! I said everything!
- But I didn’t say everything! – Cook’s voice became such that Angelina involuntarily shuddered. – Maybe you want to say that the words of Duke William Jacobson mean nothing to you?! If the king can be called soft-bodied and flexible, then, I dare to assure you, this in no way applies to the duke, who is even more influential than the king himself. I have no doubt that you have heard about His Lordship and his tough character. I sincerely advise you not to become one of the enemies of the all-powerful count! He deals with his enemies, sometimes very noble and famous, very harshly and even cruelly! Believe me! I myself had to carry out the Duke’s instructions more than once, and I saw how important gentlemen, to whom you are no match, trembled and babble, almost on their knees, soaring for forgiveness before the all-powerful Duke! Don't anger God, Haig! Get away from Miss Angelina! She's coming with me!
The planter's nodules played. It was clear that he knew about the Duke, and was aware that he was a formidable opponent. But the proud Haig got used to the fact that here on the island he was almost God. Everyone was in awe of him, fawned over him, and tried to please him. Now he was clearly embarrassed that, in front of his entourage, some stranger allowed himself to talk so imposingly to his, Jacob, a respected person.
- The Duke is far away, but I’m here...
But the heated Cook did not let the planter finish.
- The Duke has long arms! No matter how brave you are here now, you understand perfectly well that if you anger him, he will certainly get you here too! Or rather, people will get him. Don’t you understand that if Madame Bronte doesn’t come to London soon, or I don’t show up either, or I show up myself, without her, the Duke’s determined people will soon arrive here and raze your plantations to the ground! And you along with them! Who are you thinking of contradicting, Haig?! The Duke gave Madame Bronte, his favorite, such a luxurious and expensive carriage that even the top officials of the state do not allow themselves to travel in such prestigious carriages! And you came here, like a peasant, in this terrible village creaking cart, intended only for transporting manure, which a self-respecting gentleman was embarrassed to sit in! And at the same time pretend to be a noble gentleman now! You are a speck of dust compared to the Duke! Don't cut the branch you're sitting on! Otherwise, everything you have built here will collapse in an instant! Live quietly and peacefully here and beyond, without sticking your neck out against the powers that be! Otherwise you will pay dearly for this! Miss Angelina is coming with me!
And with these words, the proud and determined Cook just as confidently put his hand on the hilt of the sword hanging at his side. He was tall, broad in the shoulders, at first glance it was clear that this man had remarkable strength, and to get involved with such a person meant to voluntarily run into trouble. And if we add to this the amazing determination and courage of this man, which he was literally spewing out now, it was clear to everyone present that in front of them was the one who would not only respond to the insult inflicted on him, but could also bring it to anyone! If he has now literally razed the all-powerful and mighty Haig to the ground, then what can we say about the steel ones who dare to contradict him.
The planter was scary to look at. He did not want to forgive Cook such an unheard-of humiliation, but after all the lucid arguments he had heard, he did not want to make hasty decisions that could really become fatal for him. He was silent, buying time. He needed to decide what to do.
It was at this time that the one who came with him in the carriage came to his aid. He approached the planter and began to quietly, in a whisper, for a long time and confidently say something to his owner. Covering your mouth with your hand. So that no one can hear what he says or read it from his lips.
The more Haig listened to him, the faster the grimace of anger disappeared from his face, and instead he was overcome by complete peace and complacency. Angelina was amazed at the change on his face. Now this man, who just a minute ago was glaring at Cook with an incinerated angry gaze, was an example of humility and repentance.
- You're right, Mr. Cook. The Duke is truly a famous and respected person, and I, like many, have sincere sympathy for him. – The planter’s voice was a kind of peaceful and quiet murmur of a brook. “It would be stupid of me to upset a person for whom I have sympathy.” Convey to the Duke my sincere respects addressed to him. Go in peace! May all be well with Mrs. Brontë! But I will be ashamed to let her go in such modest clothes in which she is now dressed. I ask and demand that you accept the gift of a more decent dress for Miss Angelina. There are wardrobes in that building that I keep for my guests. You never know... Someone could ruin their dress or suit on the road. In such cases, I always show hospitality to my guests. I ask you not to do me this favor! In the eyes of the Duke, I don’t want to look like the one who let go of his favorite... His friend... In an unkempt dress. I ask you, Miss Angelina, to go and choose a more worthy outfit for yourself.
Soon, sparkling with happiness, our heroine, accompanied by Jacob Cook, left the plantations she hated in a beautiful green dress, with an equally spectacular green light cape on her shoulders...

Episode five
The sight of the seaport at Bridgestone made Angelina euphoric. One day she never got to him, so now she was sincerely glad that she had finally seen the desired gate that would open her way to London! The way home! Soon, very soon, she thought, all this hell will end! She will board a ship that will take him in full sail to his native shores. All sorrows, adversities, grievances, everything will be left behind! Incredibly hard slave labor, humiliating shouts and attitude towards you, fatigue, malnutrition and suffering, everything will be a thing of the past! There will be only good things ahead! And nothing but good things!
The only thing that bothered her was the fact that she would go home without saying goodbye to Thomas Day and James Beam. If she is a decent person and has a conscience, then she simply must say words of gratitude to both of them for their support. For all the good things they both did for her. Besides, both of them were more than just her friends. There was something between them that was much more than friendship. Intimacy brought them even closer together. She could treat both of these two guys like family. To leave, and not just to leave, but to leave, most likely, forever and finally, and not say the human word “Farewell” to them, this is not in conscience, not in a human way...
But the sufferer also understood that, after all the insane hardships she had experienced, she now had to think first of all about herself. And only about myself! Now her main goal should be one: to quickly get away from this hellish place! All! There simply shouldn’t be any other thoughts and thoughts in her head! Yes, almost everything has already been decided, and now they, together with Cook, will go home on the first ship sailing to the shores of Britain. But you never know what can happen. While she is on this island, in this closed little world that has brought her so much grief, she cannot feel calm. When the shores of Barbados are left behind, and the ship is carrying her home at full sail, only then will she be able to breathe easy. This is exactly what our heroine was thinking now. She will then come up with something and give some gifts or money to the island to both friends who helped her. But she didn’t dare ask Cook now that they stay here for a while longer so that she could meet with Bim and Dey. She was sure that this decisive man would certainly refuse her such an unusual request. And she herself didn’t want it. Now she wanted only one thing. What exactly, I think, you can guess.
Here it is, the port, here it is, the ship moored to the quay wall. Cook said that it was on it that they would go to London. He has already paid for two places on this ship. Now he will ask the sailors to call the captain, he will only find out from him what they did, and they will go to their cabin. It was for a separate cabin that he wanted to negotiate with the captain. Cook asked her to stand in one place, not to go anywhere, and he went to the sailors who were loading the ship.
It was at this time that something happened that Angelina never expected. Neither she nor Cook saw or realized that in the nearby karate with curtained windows, several pairs of eyes were closely watching every movement of Cook and his companion all this time. They were waiting for the right moment. And now, when it came, they immediately implemented their plans.
The coachman spurred the horses, and the carriage drove up and stopped so that it was just between Cook and Angelina. The door, which was on the girl’s side, quickly swung open, two strong men jumped out of it, who tightly closed the unfortunate woman’s mouth, grabbed her by both arms, and just as quickly pulled her into the carriage. The door immediately slammed shut, and the carriage calmly, as if nothing had happened, slowly, so as not to attract Cook’s attention, drove away. Away from the marina area.
It’s not hard to guess what was going on in our heroine’s soul at those moments. The first and most important thing she had to do was scream loudly! Call Cook for help! In him, and only in him alone, she now saw her salvation! But the kidnappers understood perfectly well that this is exactly what the captive would try to do in the very first minutes of her captivity. Therefore, they not only held her hands tightly so that she would not escape, but also closed her mouth just as tightly so that not a single sound would be made by the unfortunate woman. It is not difficult to guess that the kidnappers succeeded perfectly.
When the streets of Bridgestone were left behind, and fields and plantations familiar to Angelina began to flash outside the window, when she saw them again, she almost fainted. Noticing this, one of the men grinned maliciously. The girl recognized him. It was he who arrived in the morning with the planter, and then whispered some advice in his ear. Now he looked at the captive so mockingly that she wanted to howl with resentment and despair.
- What, baby? – He said in a malicious voice. - You look out the window, expecting your protector to jump after you? That he will come to your aid again? So know! Nobody will come for you! Since he is sure that you are already feeding the fishes at the bottom of the city careless!
Seeing that the captive looked at him with great surprise, he grinned even more cynically.
“I see, honey, you need to tell me what I came up with and offered to the owner.” So that you don’t indulge yourself with unnecessary illusions. So there you go! Listen! I suggested to the owner that it was not worth making an enemy in the person of the Duke. You can do everything in such a way that you, cutie, will not escape from the owner, and you will remain in his harem, and the Duke will not know that his former favorite is now with Mr. Haig. She'd better think she was the victim of an accident. That she died and is no longer alive.
Seeing that the girl's eyes became even larger with amazement, he continued, grinning smugly.
- Our road is long, so I will have time to tell you everything that I have planned and offered to the owner. So here it is. One of the owner’s slaves was sitting in the same carriage with us. Dressed in the same clothes as you. With the same cape. Following you and the carriage, Thomas, one of Mr. Haig’s brave boys, also arrived at the port. He knows his business well. The slave was told that, on our order, she should immediately jump out of the carriage, run to the embankment, and jump into the water. Tom consoled her that he would be nearby. That as soon as she is in the water, he will immediately jump after her and pull her out. We assured her, the fool, that this was necessary for the performance that Mr. Haig was putting on, that everything would be fine in the end. How could her chicken brain know that everything would end up being far from the case.
The narrator chuckled maliciously, but immediately continued his story.
- If your protector had not gone away and left you alone, Tom would have distracted him with conversation. So that we have time to make a substitution that this smart guy, Mr. Cook, won't notice. But he himself went to the sailors, he himself simplified our business. As soon as you were left alone, we drove in so that our carriage covered you, and Cook did not see you. Immediately a slave ran out of the map and ran to the edge of the pier. We quickly dragged you into the carriage and drove off slowly. So that the fast gallop of the horses does not attract the attention of your intercessor. But Tom caught his attention. He shouted, “Look, some girl wants to bend her into the water and commit suicide!” I'll save her! Tom should have rushed after the girl no sooner than he saw Cook turn his head and see that the girl in clothes familiar to him was jumping into the water! It was then that Tom was obliged to rush supposedly to help the suicide. And he should have done it first! So that Cook, who will also rush to help, does not get ahead of him! Having bent down after the slave, Tom should not have saved her, but drowned her! Yes! Yes! Pretending that he would dive to save the drowned woman, he had to hold her under water until she swallowed water and sank to the bottom! And the bottom is deep there! It is unlikely that Cook will find the body even if he wants to get it. And Tom will only have to come up to the top with a familiar cape in his hands. Make a sad and sympathetic look on your face, complain that I tried, but she sank like a stone... So, only the cape floated up... Cook will be sure that you, fool, drowned... He will tell the Duke about this too. Everyone will think you're dead. Nobody will look for you. So don’t hope that your all-powerful intercessors will come for you again. From now on, the goal of your life will be one thing: to please all the whims of Mr. Haig and to be a submissive and affectionate slave in his harem! Tell me I'm great! Not a bad idea! Mr. Haig did not lose a beautiful doll, and did not quarrel with the Duke! Why make enemies and enemies for yourself if everything can be solved by cunning and deception!
The narrator chuckled again, and everyone else supported her. Everyone was in great spirits.
The same could not be said about the captive. It seemed to her that life had stopped for her...

Episode six
In order not to go crazy from grief, despair and hopelessness, Angelina mentally searched for at least some positive aspects in the situation in which she found herself, in order to somehow console herself. It is clear that the avalanche of troubles that washed over her, like a rapid salt stream, morally killed our heroine. She had already suffered so much, now it seemed that she had broken free, and she was sincerely happy about it. She reassured herself so much that she was actually free, a free person, and now they would return to the hell in which she had already been, this was more than cruel on the part of Fate towards Angelina. She almost lost her mind. That’s why I was trying to find some calming moments for myself now. The first thing she consoled herself with was the fact that here, in the cool rooms of the planter’s house, she did not suffer from incredible heat and exhausting labor. Here the merciless sun did not burn her arms and shoulders, and her back did not ache from overwork. After all, it was necessary to constantly bend down to cut the sugar cane stalks. This in itself is hard and exhausting work. But what made her even more painful was the fact that she had to do all this while bending over! My back suffered and hurt no less than my tired arms. Here, in the harem, these unbearable tortures did not occur. But there were others...
The last thing the author of these lines would like to talk about now is about them. There are things in the world that are so unpleasant that people try not only not to discuss them in detail in their conversations, but not even to remember them. For just touching this shameful phenomenon, the use of which other cruel and unworthy people despise, is disgusting. There is no doubt that such shameful phenomena in a person’s life, confirming that he is not always a “reasonable person,” is sexual slavery. Now our heroine has experienced the horror of this phenomenon in full! Yes, she had been in a similar situation once before. But that pirate captain was a healthy and strong man in his prime. Although the captive never looked at him, she felt and understood that in front of her was a brave and insatiable male, who, in addition to cruelty, did many things that in an ordinary situation another woman might like.
The planter was old, fat, obese, unkempt... It was not for nothing that Cook compared the carriage in which the planter rode with a cart for transporting manure. That’s why it smelled like manure... That’s why we won’t describe any details when describing the closeness of the main character of our story with the next man who was in her life. Yes, whatever one may say, Jacob Haig was someone who could be put on a par with Edward Bloomfield, Philip Clifford, Jack Goodman, James Carroll, Thomas Day and James Beam. These were the men with whom Angelina Brontë had intimate relationships. But it was Haig that she would really like to erase from this list, and not even remember that such a monster could even touch her body! And he, as you understand, not only touched. The poor girl never experienced greater disgust in her life than those moments when he took possession of her! Sometimes we, with a romantic touch, using some sublime words, described the moments of bliss that our heroine experienced during love games. Here there could be no talk of bliss, nor of love, nor of sublime words, nor of anything! The captive was only amazed at how this vile man was able to turn the generally beautiful sacrament that is the intimacy between a man and a woman into something dirty and vulgar! What brings not pleasure and pleasure, but disgust and torment!
Alas, this is exactly what reality was now for our heroine. We repeat: the only advantage was that she was not burned by the mercilessly scorching tropical sun, and that she did not have to fall exhausted from unbearable hard work. As for the rest, there were minuses, again minuses and only minuses. And it’s not just the terrible, vomiting disgust that she experienced at the time when the smug ladies’ man decided to have fun with his beautiful sex slave. It was not sweet even when he was not around. After all, she continued to be in a confined space, which separated her from freedom with barriers in the form of barred windows. She felt like a freedom-loving bird imprisoned in a tight cage.
You could lie in the room on the bed for a day. Let it be in a cozy room and on a beautiful soft bed. You could lie down for two or three. But by the fourth I wanted to howl like a wolf from boredom and idleness! To the energetic and lively Angelina, who was used to doing something, moving, striving somewhere and for something, this despondency seemed like a kind of torture. Sometimes it seemed to her that it would be better if she worked on the plantation, but would be busy with some business. And for her the days and nights would not last so long and dullly. The proverb “From the frying pan into the fire” was now very suitable for our sufferer. Having escaped some hardships and torment, she was now plunged into another world, where these same restrictions and suffering were no less than on the plantation! The poor thing had no choice but to lose herself in tears and thoughts about her miserable fate.
The days and weeks passed so slowly, monotonously and boringly. Our heroine suffered not only physically, but also mentally. Her mind refused to accept the fact that she, young, beautiful and healthy, her body, young, beautiful and healthy, existed in this world only to occasionally please the sexual fantasies of an old, fat, obese, foul-smelling tyrant. And for this she should spend her best years here?! Or even for the rest of your life?! For it?! This was beyond her understanding!
One day, the monotonous and monotonous life of the concubines in the harem was disrupted by bustle in the courtyard of the house. The guards ordered the concubines to go out into the courtyard. Rejoicing that they had the opportunity to at least somehow diversify their lives, to at least go out into the courtyard, take a breath of fresh air, see the sun not through a barred window, but right above their heads, the concubines hurried into the courtyard.
There they saw a covered cart drawn by two horses, from which some young man, with the help of one of the guards, was taking out and placing huge boxes of fresh fish on the stone-lined courtyard. The huge fish sparkled in the sun with their pot-bellied sides and looked very, very appetizing.
Seeing that the concubines came closer to the cart, the young man addressed them and the guards in a loud voice:
- Mr. Haig ordered me not only to deliver the fish he bought to his house! He said that he loves fish very much, and now I will be obliged to constantly deliver fresh batches of fish to him! But he understands that the taste of the fish also depends on how well the skillful hand of the cook prepares it. That’s why he asked me, an experienced person in these matters, to see how his concubines knew how to process fresh fish. Clean it, cut it up. He says, choose the one who is the most efficient with a knife during cutting. Whoever you point to, she will cook fish for me from now on. If some of you know how to do this, great! You have a chance to win! And for those who don’t know, I’ll now show you how it’s done!
With these words, the fisherman, with quick movements, placed several sliding tables in front of the cart, took one of the fish in one hand, a knife in the other, and very quickly and skillfully first cleared the sides of the fish from scales, and then, with equally skillful movements, ripped open its stomach, selected the entrails, cut off the head and tail. And then he began playfully tossing the cut up fish carcass glistening in the sun from hand to hand.
- This is the kind of beauty you should end up with. And then you can cut it into slices if you want to fry it, and cut it into pieces if you want to cook it. Come here! Try it! Whoever learns this better, I will tell the guards, and they will then pass it on to the owner! He told me that he would arrive soon! You have a chance to become Mr. Haig's favorite! Come here! Here are the tables and knives! I will watch your work.
Angelina recognized Tom from the very first seconds. Her joy was so great that in the very first seconds she wanted to rush to him and embrace him in her arms. But she was smart enough and smart enough to understand that this would be the biggest stupidity that could happen now. It is clear that Tom came here for a reason. It is clear that this visit is part of his some cunning plan. Of course, no one should know that they know each other! Revealing this fact now is the worst thing that can happen. She herself was somehow looking for a chance to show herself to his eyes, so that he would certainly see her and understand that she was among the concubines.
But she also remembered how Tom forbade her to go into the city. Surely he knew about the leaflets with her image hanging around Bridgestone. If she was brought here as a sex slave for the plantation owner, then he could have guessed that she was recognized in the city and sent to Haig. Now, having seen Tom, our heroine assumed that he had long wanted to free her. And this visit of his is perhaps some kind of staging that will help escape!
That is why she rushed to the table with joyful feelings and began cutting up the fish, in the hope that the fisherman would come up to her and not so much appreciate her work as try to start a conversation with her, with Angelina.
That's how it all turned out in the end. True, he did not approach her right away. He approached other girls and gave them advice. Sometimes he took a knife from their hands and showed how to do this or that action correctly.
When he approached Angelina, he positioned himself so that his lips were closer to her ear. And between the advice on cutting fish, which he gave her in a loud voice, in the pauses he whispered to her in a very quiet and secretive voice:
- At the end, I will try to distract the attention of the guards. You will see it. I will personally give them a box of fish. I will make sure that both the guards and the concubines look at me at this moment. Try to stand at the end, closest to the cart. As soon as you see that everyone is looking at me and their backs are to you, try to quietly and unnoticeably sneak into the cart. There is a double bottom there. Move the wide board aside. You will lie down on the bottom. And then you will cover yourself from above with this board. And straw. I’ll also put empty fish boxes on top of everything. Lie there quietly, without making a sound. Until Haig's house is far behind and I then free you myself. Do you understand me? Answer!
- Yes.
This short answer was enough for the young man to understand that so far his idea was going according to plan, and he needed to continue to do everything in such a way as to bring the plan to completion.
He continued to walk between the tables with the air of some kind of shirtless guy or barker, loudly commuting the girls’ work, giving them comments. Meanwhile, he watched Angelina with peripheral vision. Seeing that she had moved to the vacant end table, which was closest to the cart, he said loudly:
- Cutting fish is a difficult task! Lie to me! Not everyone can handle it! Therefore, I am glad to inform you that this girl learned it best! She's a winner! Well done! Come out here! So that everyone can see you!
With these words, Tom led one of the girls forward, away from the cart. Everyone turned their gaze to her.
- For the winner, and for all the other girls, I have a special prize!
With these words, he took a small box of fish from the cart and hung it at her feet.
- Here he is! Prize! Mister Haig will be crushed by you, madam! I want to say “Thank you!” and the guards! Which helped me realize Mr. Haig’s request! You, the guards, also get a prize from me!
With these words, the fisherman took another box from the cart, much larger than the previous one, carried it away from the cart, and put it on the ground!
- All the fish that I unloaded from the very beginning with the help of the guard belong to Mr. Haig. And these last two boxes are mine personally! I give them to you in gratitude for your help! Thank you! Take it! Take it! This fish is yours! Both guards and concubines can take! This is a gift!
Everyone perked up and coveted the free gift. The concubines were taken from the box that stood in front of the winner by guards from a large box. And everyone at the same time tried to get ahead of each other and grab a bigger fish for themselves. Everyone was passionate about fish. Nobody looked at Angelina. She understood this, and that’s why she quickly climbed into the cart and hid there.
Tom didn't take his eyes off her the whole time. Seeing that the deed was done, he spoke loudly.
- That seems to be it! I did everything that Messrs. Haig asked me to do. I need to hurry. I plan to take the second batch of fish to the governor. In the meantime, I ask one of the guards to help me load empty boxes into the cart and open the gate! So that I can also visit the governor before evening.
Through the cracks between the boards in the cart, our heroine, with bated breath, watched what was happening around. When she saw that the guards had opened the gate leading to the street from the courtyard of the planter’s house for Tom, and the cart had passed them and rushed forward, her heart almost jumped out of her chest with joy and an excess of emotions.
But she understood that it was too early to rejoice, that the unknown awaited her ahead, and that a pursuit might await her behind. Therefore, all this time, while the cart, desperately jumping on the uneven roads, was rapidly rushing away from the planter’s house, among the endless fields, she only lay meekly and meekly in her shelter, crossed herself, and whispered prayers over and over again, calling on the Creator and begging him, so that he would finally end the endless series of her troubles, and make sure that this time hell really remained in the past, and paradise, so desired and suffered, hospitably met her ahead, and embraced her, Angelina Bronte, in his arms .

Episode seven
Angelina's body shook as if in a chill. Tom tried all the time to console her.
“Calm down,” he repeated over and over again. “It’s clear that the danger is not over yet, but let’s hope that everything will be fine.” The main and main thing is done. Something that seemed impossible to me. I've been preparing this escape for so long. I really wanted to help you... You are so beautiful... I like you so much... I really want you to be happy. I try to do everything to make you happy...
Tom said this so sincerely, his voice sounded so excited, the meaning of his words was so important for the girl’s wounded and suffering heart that she wanted to rush to this guy now, hug him, cling to him tightly, and remain under the protection of this, such a caring and attentive guy to her, until the end of his life. But she could not do this: Tom was sailing on his small boat, was busy with important work, and it was unacceptable to distract him at such a moment, when he was already having difficulty controlling the wind and wave.
- There is very little left ahead. – Tom continued. – I have agreed with the captain of the ship who will take you to London. So I swim to the place where we have an appointment. Far from the shore, in the roadstead. You need to do this right away. Then, when Haig rushes to look for you, his people will also check the ships in the port. Therefore, you need to leave Barbados as quickly as possible. I did everything for this. I really believe that everything will work out. “Suddenly he perked up. - Here he is! Ship! I see his silhouette against the night sky! He is already waiting for you! Hooray! You'll be home soon!
Angelina looked at Tom with tear-filled eyes.
- What about you? – She asked unexpectedly and briefly.
He, who until that time had been deftly working with the sail, froze for a moment. He turned and looked at his companion. Her large and beautiful eyes looked at him at that moment so piercingly that everything literally turned over inside him.
“Don’t look at me like that...” His voice broke with excitement. “It’s already hard for me to breathe right now, and you’re still looking at me like that... I’ll be fine... I’ll survive somehow.” As long as everything is fine with you.
Tears began to roll down the girl's cheeks in slow rivulets.
- The planter can find you. And to punish you for inventing this prank with the fish and deceiving his guards. You saved me, but you yourself may suffer...
Tom sighed.
- I am strong. I can handle everything. I'll get out somehow. My ingenuity works. If only everything was fine with you... How I want everything to be fine with you... You are kind... You deserve it...
- And you are kind... You have a big heart. You sacrifice yourself for me... You are extraordinary... Let's sail away together on this ship...
Tom sighed.
- I agreed with the captain only for you. He knows that you will be alone. Besides, I didn't warn my parents. I can't leave them like this.
- Maybe you'll come later? It's easy to find me! I live in London. At court. Just ask Angeline Brontë...
- I know. Maybe. I will think. In the meantime, we need to save you. Here it is, the ship, very close. A bohemian social life awaits you at court. There you will have many noble and rich gentlemen. And I... I want you to feel as good as possible... So that everything is fine for you... Here! A rope is already being thrown at me from the ship. Sorry...
As soon as Tom and Angelina climbed onto the deck of the ship, someone’s excited voice was heard from the darkness:
“We saw that signal lights were lit in Bridgestone, indicating that they had already begun to look for the fugitive. Thomas! We need to leave these waters quickly!
The girl understood everything perfectly. At that moment, she seemed to be overcome by madness. She began to hug and kiss the young man. So passionately and selflessly that he was simply dumbfounded by such a flow of affection and emotions.
- I don’t want to part with you! “She cried, wailed, and spoke at the same time. – You are the only one who can protect me in this cruel world! Do not leave me! I wanna be with you! I love you!
- Me too... Very... I love you very much...
These two showered each other with kisses, although they understood that there were a lot of people around them now and they were all looking at them.
- Signal lights were lit above the city port. We shouldn't be noticed. Otherwise there will be a chase. Thomas... We need to get out of here quickly!
Tom once again hugged and kissed his beloved tightly. He quickly went down into the boat and realized the sail.
She heard someone tactfully touching her elbow and inviting her to go into the cabin. But she couldn’t take her gas off the silhouette of a boat melting in the distance and the silhouette of a guy so dear to her.
She understood that it was impossible to break the silence of the night with a loud cry, so as not to be heard by possible pursuers. But still she couldn’t stand it, and screamed after the boat melting in the distance:
- I don’t need a royal court and bohemian social life. I don't need noble and rich gentlemen! I want you to feel good too! I want us to be together! Come to me! I'll be waiting for you! I love you!

Episode eight
She was led into the cabin and helped to sit on a chair.
- Make yourself comfortable, madam. Feels like home. You can lie down and rest. There's a whole night ahead.
She only nodded in response, but with eyes full of tears, she did not see either the person who led her to the cabin or the cabin itself. Realizing that after everything she had experienced, all the worries and worries, she was really tired and falling off her feet, she suddenly realized that the sailor’s advice about lying down and resting looked simply brilliant. She could hardly discern the outlines of the bed, lay down, closed her eyes... It seemed to her that she would now indulge in thoughts for a long time, give free rein to tears. But fatigue overcame everything else. She almost immediately fell into a deep and peaceful sleep...
... When she opened her eyes, she began to blur, it was impossible not to notice that it was no longer the darkness of the night that reigned in the cabin, but the bright daylight. She didn’t want to get up yet, but she didn’t fall asleep either. So she just opened the gas, and without thinking about anything, she just started looking at the ceiling...
What she saw struck her so much that she immediately jumped out of bed, as if doused with boiling water. With a look of amazement and horror, she looked around at everything around her. What she saw not only amazed her! It stunned her! She recognized this painfully familiar cabin! It was James Carroll's cabin!!!


The story about “The Seductress from Flint” was written on October 22, 2023, in the UK, in North Wales, in the town of Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.


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