Ok its not the best intro, It will get better its just I found the lead in a bit difficult, everything will be explained in due course I promise, please review it'd be greatly appreciated!
She watched with a gentle breeze kissing her face as she stood in her concealed space on the pier. One hand resting on the hilt of her sword, the other on her hip she watched the scene with amusement and bewilderment.
A few feet away a dramatic yet humorous event was unfolding. Surrounded by thirty British soldiers an all to familiar pirate was trying to get himself out of a sticky situation with the use of a half dressed girl as a hostage. Shackled and unarmed the odds seemed stacked against him but the observer knew he would some how find a way out. The hostage took the pirates effects and placed them on their owner and suddenly she was thrown back to the crowd of red coats.
"Jack what have you got yourself into" she whispered. Suddenly the pirate was airborne as a cannon came crashing down on the pier, Jack was dangling from a rope, but in circles. Sighing she folded her arms, "he has to be the worst pirate in the history of piracy" following another attempt at escape she saw him disappear by sliding down a rope and soon he was out of sight, followed by numerous shots.
Watching the soldiers back on the pier follow in pursuit she knew this was going to be a very long day. Slinking back into the shadows she followed Jacks direction, he would need rescuing as per usual.
Dashing up side streets and hiding in doorways she finally caught up with Jack who suddenly dived into a blacksmiths forge. Snarling she waited till the soldiers past and the coast was clear but her plan was cut short as a young man entered the building and shut the door behind him. "Curse it" she growled, slipping across the street and around the back of the forge.
The silence was soon broken with the sound of metal meeting metal and this made her growl even more. "Trust him" she muttered. Climbing onto the roof of the shed she climbed up onto the roof of the forge and peered down through a hole in the tiles, she knew the sound of sword play would bring the soldiers and she'd be damned if she was going to sit in a cell for god knows how long.
The fight below seemed a match of two equals though Jacks attempt at escape was halted by a thrown sword into the wooden board across the door, "good trick that" she murmured.
Fighting commenced once more and already she was tiring of it, "kill him and get it over and done with" and Jack seemed to take the suggestion as he took out his pistol. She bit her lip, hurry up she hissed, the sound of many men reached her and panic set in. Movement in the corner caught her attention and before she knew it Jack was passed out on the floor with a stout man with a broken bottle standing over him.
From above she cursed heavily as soldiers flooded the room, how the hell was she going to get him out of a British Fort, "curse him, curse him as his greedy, childish, idiotic self"
Mulling over her options she held her head in her hands. "What to do, what to do" her attention was caught as the wind suddenly changed direction as it had done just a short time before. A chill went up her spine and her gaze was directed out to sea, "good god, no" she whispered. For things had now gotten even more complicated…..
