Splinters of wood flew everywhere. Screams pierced the air. Yet another Pirate ship met a watery grave. All of its crew went along with it. All but one girl, who held onto the flotsam and jetsam of the ship for dear life, the thought of death racing in her mind.
As the wind picked up, her grip on the debris began to loosen. She let go and began to sink into the warm Caribbean water. The girl struggled to tread water, but it was no use. Soon, she had inhaled water into her lungs. As she fell to the bottom of the ocean, she looked up into the sky, which began to clear up.
A few hours later, a body came ashore. A man found it. He presumed the person dead, but he checked for a pulse. There was one. Faint, but there. He grabbed the person, it was the same woman. He gave her mouth to mouth. The woman's eyes slowly opened. They were emerald green. The man's eyes were grayish blue. Just then, the lady coughed up all the sea water, and sea weed onto the beach. She tried to say something, but couldn't. Her throat and mouth were dry and pasty. Before she knew it, her eyes began to close, from exertion, and how fast everything had happened. The man picked her up, brushing her long, curly brown hair from her face.
Another couple of hours passed, and now it was around 8:00pm. The woman woke up from a nightmare she was having, to look around. She looked down, to see she wasn't into her old clothes; no. She was in a man's cotton shirt, and breeches. They were warm, and soft. Defiantly belonging to a rich, powerful man. There was a bond fire burning in front of her. It was quite large. She slowly sat up, trying to look at her surroundings. It looked like she was stuck on an island. Just then she heard something in the trees. The man walked out of the trees, with a pile of fish. "Oh good, you're awake." He said with a smile.
The woman didn't reply. She simply touched her new attire."Oh." The man laughed. "Those are mine. Well, a spare." "Oh." She whispered."I've been quite alone here," The man said. "Oh!" He smacked his head.
"Where are my manners? I'm Lor--"He paused. "I'm Cutler Beckett."The woman paused. "I'm……Zoe." She replied.
"Hello, Zoe." Beckett smiled. Zoe looked away and said nothing in return.
"What's your story?" Beckett asked.
Zoe looked him in the eye. "What?"
"What's your story?" Beckett repeated. "You know….how'd you get here?"
Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but closed it.
"Come now, don't be shy!" Beckett said, putting the fish on the make-shift grill.
"Okay." Zoe said quietly. "My ship…was sailing. Then there was a storm, the rest is history."
Beckett sat there blankly. "I am very sorry." "THAT WAS THE WORST STORY EVER!" Zoe stared at the sand.
Beckett noticed he hurt her feelings. "I-I'm sorry," He apologized. "Please, just give a me a chance."Zoe looked up at him. "Okay." She said softly.
"Good." Beckett smiled. "If you want, I'll tell you my story." "Okay." Zoe said quietly again."You need to learn more words than 'okay' and 'what'." Beckett laughed."Okay, I'll tell you my story.""It wasn't too long ago, about 3 days, actually. I was going to wipe out the very existence of pirates!"When Beckett said 'wipe out the very existence of pirates' Zoe couldn't help but feel uneasy."I know, touché topic." Beckett said, trying to make her feel better.
"Anyways, I was overcome with shock when the Pirates actually started to win, and blew my ship to the bottom of the ocean. Sadly, before I could do anything, my ship exploded, it would have been quite cool for a background, but that wasn't the bloody case. I could still see those two…Groves and Gillette. Damn them. As my body fell into the ocean, and into my own company's flag, something happened, it was very interesting, I came back to life."
Zoe stared at Beckett in amazement.
"Here." He said with a smile. "Our food is ready. I'll show you around in the morning."