A Life So Changed
Disclaimer: I do not own anything POTC except for the plot and OCs. If anyone cares to imagine what Christine looks like, she is Carrie Underwood. Can anyone believe I'm finally posting something!
Chapter 1- Shipwreck
The weather in the Caribbean was ghastly. The sun was concealed behind black storm clouds. The small ship sailed listlessly through the roaring gray sea. The ship bore a bright white flag, and on it was a red rose with black thorns on the stem. It was the Thornton family crest. The family sailed to Jamaica because Thomas Thornton owned a sugar cane plantation and he was checking its progress. It was a large plantation with over one hundred slaves. The Thorntons always made sure that the slaves were well fed and housed (yes, they are very nice people to slaves, unlike it usually was back then). After staying for a week, the family was heading back to Boston, Massachusetts.
One of the Thorntons, Christine, was reading a book when she heard her younger sister Clarissa scream. Christine threw her book on the floor and ran to the deck.
"Clarissa, what happened?" Christine asked worriedly. Clarissa was shaking.
"I saw a giant tentacle out there!" Clarissa said, pointing to the west. Christine looked out to the endless sea for a moment, and then rolled her brown eyes.
"Clarissa, you need to stop reading such books that give you a wild imagination." Clarissa was seventeen and still tried to live in a fantasy world.
"I'm not joking Chris, I really saw a tentacle!" Clarissa shouted exasperatedly. She shouted so loud that her other sisters Maria and Elizabeth ran on deck, along with their parents.
"What is going on here?" Thomas asked.
His question was never answered. At that moment, something slammed into the ship and it rumbled like an earthquake. Everyone was off their feet and sprawled about the deck. The servants and seaman tried to keep the ship in control. They assumed they hit a reef. A few minutes later, the slamming occurred again, and this time eight huge tentacles rose out of the water. The tentacles were smashing the ship apart.
"I told you there were tentacles!" Clarissa shouted in the chaos. Servants that weren't steering the ship were loading muskets and firing spears at the creature. Thomas led the firing while all the women ran below and hid. The creature roared and revealed several rows of razor-sharp teeth in its massive mouth. Firing at it was completely useless.
Christine's curiosity got the better of her and she ventured out to the deck, despite pleas from her mother and sisters. She gasped as she saw many servants laying dead everywhere. She dodged a tentacle from grabbing her.
"Christine!" Thomas yelled. He ran to her and pushed her away and sent her sprawling. She looked up to see the main mast fall with a giant CRACK! and crush her father, where she was standing seconds ago.
"Father!" she screamed. From her scream, her sister Elizabeth appeared. "No!" Christine yelled as a tentacle grabbed Elizabeth by the waist. Christine took her hand, but it was no use. Elizabeth was taken underwater and never rose from it again.
Christine had just witnessed two family deaths in a span of a few seconds. Tears spilled from her eyes and streaked her cheeks. Most of the ship was gone except for the bow. There was no way anyone below survived. She knew there was no hope of surviving. Like she was raised to do, she got down on her knees and prayed for deliverance. After a moment of praying, she suddenly got an idea. Out ahead, she could see a large part of the ship floating in the sea. Maybe she could swim over to it and get away from this monster. She quickly jumped overboard and swam with all the strength she had. She didn't stop until she reached the wide board. She hoisted herself onto it. She looked at the once beautiful and magnificent ship, which was now in pieces at the bottom of the ocean. The creature finished its destruction, and then quietly disappeared underwater.
Christine was grateful for her quick thinking, but she knew she wouldn't survive long. She didn't eat or drink anything for hours. Most of her strength diminished due to her swimming and she was overcome with grief. Everyone she knew and loved was dead. What was the point of continuing to live? But she didn't want to die out in the ocean either. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she cried for her family and for her deliverance. The waves kept soaking her and mixed with her tears. She eventually cried into exhaustion after a few hours. She easily succumbed and shut her eyes for what she thought would be the last time.
Well, what do ya think? I attempted to try a Flying Dutchman story. I haven't posted anything in a long time, have a little mercy on me please! Peace Out!