Okay peoples! This is 'Tortured, Tangled Hearts'! Thank you for taking the time to click on it! And if it was an accident, read it anyways!
This story is sorta a prequel to 'Unforgiven', but if you haven't read that, you don't really need to. In fact, I wouldn't even recommend it. It has major spoilers for this story.
If you have read that one though, I hope you have forgotten the biggest ones.
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, any related characters, etc, etc. I'm doing this for fun.
Enjoy.
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They say that when you're about to, or think you are about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. And as Alyssa passed out from exhaustion, this happened a second time.
The first time she had been lucky, and had found a piece of wreckage to grab onto after being thrown overboard. Now, she wasn't so sure.
It had been almost a day now that she and her older sister Marie were on their little makeshift boat, and things certainly weren't looking up.
The reality of the situation had begun to sink in for both of them. They were shipwrecked in the middle of the Caribbean with no necessities, and their chances of being found were grim.
"Wake up, wake up! I found something!" Alyssa opened her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look at things. There was a longboat floating nearby, with a few disheveled trunks in it.
They managed to grab the side of the boat and climb in. It would certainly make a better craft than a piece of wood.
Two of the trunks were theirs, only a small percentage of what they had brought, and the other was filled with powder and shot. The later was useless to them, seeing as there were no guns, and even if they did they wouldn't know how to use them well.
The other two were almost as worthless, only containing a few dresses and some personal effects. No food whatsoever.
"We're going to die." Alyssa flopped backwards, leaning against the side.
"No were not. Someone will dome along to investigate the place."
"And how long will that take? Two, three weeks?" She looked up at her. "We have no food, no fresh water, and no shelter. By the time anyone finds this wreck, if we are still alive, we'll have drifted too far away." She bent her head back over the side. "We're as good as dead." Marie didn't respond, choosing to rifle through the trunks instead.
"Didn't father teach you anything about what to do during something like this?"
"It never came up." Marie nodded, even though her sister couldn't see.
She had always been a rather positive person, but she knew Alyssa was right. There was no getting out of this one.
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Yes, short. But this is a prologue, so just you wait. And I know that there is no Jack yet, but he will show up in the next chapter.
Please review!
Chicaga