"You are ours, little Miss. Pretty," snickered a fearsome one-eyed pirate.
"Not this time, or the next! You will never get me no matter what!" I retorted as I climbed up the mass to sail.
I was running away from these damn pirates for no reason, I just woke up on their ship and tried to get off, but no. Pirates have to be pirates and get a hold of anything that appears on their little boat.
I looked down and saw about ten of those little rascals were following me. "Slow pokes!" I shouted at them.
"Go on men! Get the little lassie! Get the little girl, you fools!" the captain yelled. The captain had long black and grey hair and was in a red suit that looked like it had been dyed in fresh human blood.
"Excuse me!" I called as I climbed in the Crow's Nest. "I am not a little girl. I am a young woman!" I looked beside me and saw a gun, I took hold of the little jolly roger gun and started to shoot the pirates coming toward me.
"ARR! Do I have to do everything around here?!" the captain shouted sourly at his own men, then started to push his crew out of his way to the top to the look-out tower. "Come down little girl so I can squeeze you so hard ye makes juice!"
"Ah! Excuse me! I am nota little girl. If you weren't so blind and stupid you would realize that I am a young woman," I said as I aimed the gun to the old bum.
"You think you can shoot me, lassie?" he cackled.
"Yes, and I will." I shot the gun but nothing happened. "What?!" I looked at the wee little gun. "You've got to be kidding me! You run out now?!"
The captain laughed as he stood up finally in the Crow's Nest. "It looks like you ran out, let me help you."
"Sure!" I yelled as I butted the scoundrel with the gun.
"Your gonna pay for that, missy!" he shouted in pain.
I ran out of the nest and down to sails and to the edge.
Should I jump? I asked myself. No. That would make me a worthless chump in Davie Jones's Locker. I just need to find a way out of here.
The wind started to gust heavily as the sky turned darker and darker and then cried tears of sadness which landed in the sea below. A crackle from the sky startled me as I hung on for dear life. I was trapped up here, no way what so ever to get out. I turned when I heard a weak wicked laugh behind me. The captain stood there, lightning flashing and thunder clapping behind making him look even more evil as he already was. His forehead where I hit him with the bloody gun was gushing gore.
"Tick Tock. Time to die you little good for nothing rat!" he said as he held up a large rifle to my face.
I started to back up, but I felt the edge with my foot. I tried to move forward so I wouldn't fall into the dark treacherous sea below, but failed. I started to scream and frail but then I before I fell to low I grabbed hold of the edge.
The horrid pirate ticked his tongue loudly, "That was awfully disappointing. I was expecting you to fell to your death in Davie Jones's Locker."
I was silent, too weak to reply to his remark.
He started to laugh again. "Mwa ha, ha!" He started to pry my fingers off with his over-sized boots.
I tried to keep my grip, but couldn't. I started to fall into the vast sea of death…
So, what did you think? Good, great, bad? Ya, I know what your thinking. What's this got to do with Twilight? Just wait till the next chapter, you'll understand it a little more. I would also like to add I am not a Twilight fan, I kinda hate it, but it's fun to write stories about it. Got to go. -Licklicksalute
