With Will's arm around me I am always safe. Perhaps this sense of
security comes from the Black Peal, my home. My place to belong.
On such a beautiful Carribean day, the Black Pearl is a hive of
activity. Jack yells orders, Anna watches James (son of her and Jack), while the
rest of the crew swings hither an thither, sliding on scorching decks slippery
with spray. I am excused from such chores for limited periods of time, as my
beauty, my daughter takes up much of my time. Rachel is my pride and joy.
Today was no different. Or so we thought.
As Will holds me close, I notice the sea, green-purple and moving as
slowly as mollases. A chill runs down my spine, and when I point this out to
Will, I can see he feels the same. A storm is brewing.
The wind picks up, whipping hair and sending the ship skittering across the water like a toy.
The sea suddenly regains its strength, sending waves crashin upon our deck. I hold Rachel close, and help in any way I can. My mouth and eyes our full of sea as I hold whimpering Rachel close. The Pearl will
hold. She always does.
A huge crack interupts my thoughts, and in a horror, I watch the mast come down, squishing Anna. I see John nowhere. My legs are not mine, and my arms can only clutch Rachel to my breast.
Will is at my side now, pushing me at a small boat. The Pearl rides deep in the water, by now it is appearent she won't make it.
As I clasp Will's hand, The boat gives way, throwing all to the sea. Will's hand seperates from
mine. I know only black.
security comes from the Black Peal, my home. My place to belong.
On such a beautiful Carribean day, the Black Pearl is a hive of
activity. Jack yells orders, Anna watches James (son of her and Jack), while the
rest of the crew swings hither an thither, sliding on scorching decks slippery
with spray. I am excused from such chores for limited periods of time, as my
beauty, my daughter takes up much of my time. Rachel is my pride and joy.
Today was no different. Or so we thought.
As Will holds me close, I notice the sea, green-purple and moving as
slowly as mollases. A chill runs down my spine, and when I point this out to
Will, I can see he feels the same. A storm is brewing.
The wind picks up, whipping hair and sending the ship skittering across the water like a toy.
The sea suddenly regains its strength, sending waves crashin upon our deck. I hold Rachel close, and help in any way I can. My mouth and eyes our full of sea as I hold whimpering Rachel close. The Pearl will
hold. She always does.
A huge crack interupts my thoughts, and in a horror, I watch the mast come down, squishing Anna. I see John nowhere. My legs are not mine, and my arms can only clutch Rachel to my breast.
Will is at my side now, pushing me at a small boat. The Pearl rides deep in the water, by now it is appearent she won't make it.
As I clasp Will's hand, The boat gives way, throwing all to the sea. Will's hand seperates from
mine. I know only black.