my first movie ff. please comment! 10 +reviews i will continue.
Will scaled up the razor sharp rocks, hopping from one rock to another like a flying squirrel. The salty air of the ocean was potent near the shore, and for some reason Will could not get enough of it. He knew his father was out at sea, and he could only see him once every ten years. Will leaped off of the rock landing quietly onto the warm sand. His dug his hands into the warm sand, letting the grains of sand fall on top of his pale hands. His chocolate brown eyes reflected the orange and pink sky of the rising sun. A tear slipped slowly down his dirtied cheek and landed in the sand.
"I hate being here," He whispered. "I HATE BEING HERE!" he screamed as he grabbed a rock and chucked it into the still water. The rock shattered the glass looking water. His eyes watered more, and tears started spilling out faster than he could wipe them away.
"Will," a gentle voice spoke from behind him. He kept his head down, the sound of the waves started growing more and more, louder and louder. The wind tousled his mousy brown hair, messing up his neatly combed hair. Will sat where he was, not turning to his mother. His eyes fixated on a small crab struggling to get over a log, failing multiple times. The wind was chilling, and he was tempted to shiver but he held still. "Soon darling. He will be back soon." Will whipped around to face his mother. She was once gorgeous, but her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few strands lay on her worn down blue cotton dress. Her hands were rough and frail, and her tired brown eyes glowed with the warmth that every mother manages to muster up even in the hardest of times.
"That's what you said two years ago!" he snarled. He loved his mother, but he couldn't stand being isolated from everyone. Everything. He breathed in deeply trying to compose himself.
"I'm trying as hard as I possibly can!" his mother snapped back. Her eyes hardened, but her face was distraught.
"Mayhap he is never coming back." He whispered as he stood up and walked towards the water. His mother was silent; he could feel her eyes on him, watching him with worry.
"Come now, it is time to break your fast." She said after several moments of silence. He could hear her walk back towards the small home that his dad and his mother made when they found the wretched island. In the distance a green light glowed brightly, blinding him. He turned away shielding the light from his eyes. The light glowed for a moment, and then disappeared. Will looked back, hesitating a moment before doing so. Suddenly, a large ship came into focus. The mast was tall; the ship over all was stunning.A flicker of hope fluttered in his stomach. His father, he finally came! A pair of hands rested on his shoulders, Will jumped letting a small yelp of startling escape his chapped lips.
"Come now. That is not your father. We must get out of here before they figure out who we are." Her voice was shaking.
"But the green flash..." Will protested, he prayed that it was his father, it had all of the same .
"Trust me," She said sternly. Then she turned to the giant rock right near the shore, pushed the boulder just a crack over. Inside she pulled out a sword. Of course, she had swords and weapons hidden all over the island in case of an attack. Crash! The deafening sound rang in his ears. Dirt flew everywhere, blinding him. He called out for his mother, but could not seem to speak because of all the debris that was flying through the air choking him. It took a moment to register it. They were under attack.