This is set ater Pirates of the Caribbean 4, and is about Luca and the tyrant Red Beard,(Luca is the young, blonde boy in POTC 4)!
*fast forward*
The Hurricanous wind blew into my face as the giant waves crashed into the giant rocks
like a sword driven by a hand, the ground crumbling beneath us to the depth of the waters.
He took her, dragged her down the hill of the cliff. She screamed struggled with all her might,
but with no prevail. "Luca!" She screamed. I ran, "Nyasia!" My grip on the knife made my knuckles
white as a ghost's. My face was full of pure white rage and determination, my blood blue.
Then,he unsheathed his sword to her neck, fear coursed through my veins. "Stop there boy, unless you
want blood spilled on the ground!" I froze, only ten feet away, tears rode down her cheeks
like men on horses. "Let go of me!" She yelled. I edged closer and he slapped her face, giving her a mark
with a red shade equivalent to his dirty beard. Her face registered shock. "Come any closer boy, and I will
cut her head off!"
He said, forcing her head high, pressing the sword's blade on her neck, drawing a few drops of deep red
blood, slowly, painfully running down her pale neck, staining it, and ruining her dress, tormenting me.
Pirates started hurrying up over here from the ship, some were natives from the island. "Uncle, don't do this!"
Angelica yelled. Jack made a face, "What she said." He stared at her niece and laughed, "You think you can
just control me like you could do with your father? Hah! But you can't dearest niece!"
It was very tense on this land, the natives and some rebellious pirates started to surround Red Beard into
a big circle, but I didn't care at all, all I saw was the red drops of blood dripping from my neck to her collar
bone, her eyes heeding a few tears in pain. He looked shocked, and a look of panic spread on his face, he
looked like he didn't know what to do, he was going to wing it, whatever he was going to do. Though he
never backed down.
He tossed Nyasia over to ride down the hill as fast as he could, a few pirates following him and natives
chasing after him. For an old man, he was faster than an angry bull! But his running tossed Nyasia over
the edge. "Nyasia!" I screamed, running after her, her hands gripped the edge of the dirt cliff…Everything
went in slow motion. I bent over to pull her up, I gripped her shaking hands in my sweaty ones. "Luca."
she said, she was slipping. If she fell, she would be ripped in half by the tall, sharp, rocks. Tears ran down
her sad face. "Luca." she whispered. I tried to keep my grip strong, her fingers started slipping one…by…one…
She slipped, everything stopped….."Nyasia!"
This is me now, but let's start from the beginning.