~~Disclaimer: I own nothing of POTC. =( well, in my head is a different
story.~~
** I know this chapter doesn't have much to do with jack. Just have
patience, he will come. RR!!**
The warm briny water lapped gently on the side of a wooden crate. The harsh, unforgiving sun beamed angrily upon the glistening blue water, and a warm breeze caressed the sea with its gentle stroking fingers. A small figure stirred on top of the rough wood in an unconscious attempt to find a more comfortable position. The sun was stifling; her long hair was matted to her neck and shoulders, and her dress, or what was left of it, clung uncomfortably to her body. A slightly larger swell knocked hard into the crate causing water to splash into the unconscious face of the young girl. With all the effort she possessed the girl fluttered an eye open, quickly shutting it again when her sight was met with the blinding sun's reflections off of the crystal sea. With a small groan she tightened her grip on the wood planks, but lost her struggle to stay awake and with a thud her head lay back down on the only thing that was keeping her alive.
. . . The sun was sinking lower into the horizon, causing beautiful clouds of red and gold to bloom against the oncoming background of an ebony night. The previously warm and caressing wind soon turned cold and bitter as its only source of life abandoned it to the night. As if in an angry rage, the wind roared up and angrily slapped the water, causing it to cap and foam. The small wooden crate was being tossed around the sea, a small speck in the large mass of the world's oceans. The girl clung weakly to the bobbing surface of nails and planks, the splintering wood cutting into her delicate fatigued hands. She was finally awake, staring unfocused into the endless inky black. With stars twinkling brilliantly above her, the young girl prayed that God would let her live, although she wasn't too sure why, or what for, because her death didn't seem much worse than her current fate, floating in the ocean to either die from the harsh elements of nature or to become a snack for some lucky passer-by. Clinging desperately to the last thread life, and hope, she had left the girl prayed that she would see another sunrise. She laid her head back down, waiting for when the sun would appear above the horizon, brining with it new hope. It would take a miracle to be saved she thought as she drifted into a fitful, nightmare filled sleep.
The warm briny water lapped gently on the side of a wooden crate. The harsh, unforgiving sun beamed angrily upon the glistening blue water, and a warm breeze caressed the sea with its gentle stroking fingers. A small figure stirred on top of the rough wood in an unconscious attempt to find a more comfortable position. The sun was stifling; her long hair was matted to her neck and shoulders, and her dress, or what was left of it, clung uncomfortably to her body. A slightly larger swell knocked hard into the crate causing water to splash into the unconscious face of the young girl. With all the effort she possessed the girl fluttered an eye open, quickly shutting it again when her sight was met with the blinding sun's reflections off of the crystal sea. With a small groan she tightened her grip on the wood planks, but lost her struggle to stay awake and with a thud her head lay back down on the only thing that was keeping her alive.
. . . The sun was sinking lower into the horizon, causing beautiful clouds of red and gold to bloom against the oncoming background of an ebony night. The previously warm and caressing wind soon turned cold and bitter as its only source of life abandoned it to the night. As if in an angry rage, the wind roared up and angrily slapped the water, causing it to cap and foam. The small wooden crate was being tossed around the sea, a small speck in the large mass of the world's oceans. The girl clung weakly to the bobbing surface of nails and planks, the splintering wood cutting into her delicate fatigued hands. She was finally awake, staring unfocused into the endless inky black. With stars twinkling brilliantly above her, the young girl prayed that God would let her live, although she wasn't too sure why, or what for, because her death didn't seem much worse than her current fate, floating in the ocean to either die from the harsh elements of nature or to become a snack for some lucky passer-by. Clinging desperately to the last thread life, and hope, she had left the girl prayed that she would see another sunrise. She laid her head back down, waiting for when the sun would appear above the horizon, brining with it new hope. It would take a miracle to be saved she thought as she drifted into a fitful, nightmare filled sleep.