All faithful readers.
I AM SO SORRY.
In case you haven't read my main page, I'm working on an original book that I'm hoping to send to TRY and get published sometime in 2009. So right now, I'm in the revising stage and it's been taking a lot of my attention.
But, I did need a break, so I returned to this for about three quick chapters.
I'm again very sorry I took so long, but I can't promise that after I get the next few up that I will be any quicker next time
For now, enjoy.
Read and review.
And I'm disclaiming that the Pevensies and Narnia were all C.S. Lewis's creation.
"Peter," Susan said anxiously under her breath, already slowly moving her hand to the quiver of arrows strapped to her back.
"On the count of three," he whispered almost inaudibly.
"One," Peter's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as Susan took an arrow from the quiver.
"Two." The group of soldiers grew closer and their angry yells increased in volume. Susan pulled the string of her bow, ready to send the weapon whizzing into someone's skull.
"Three!" Peter screamed, his sword flying out of his hilt. Both Pevensies unleashed their fury on the sailors. Still, they were outnumbered. Susan took a position perched on the ship's ledge firing arrow after arrow into the crowd. She tried to keep her brother less occupied, but even so, Peter was overwhelmed.
It seemed that all hope would be lost, when Peter turned and brought his sword down on the short blade of a dagger. He was momentarily mesmerized as he looked into the sharp green eyes of a woman dressed head to toe in sailor garb. She grabbed the wrist of his sword hand and pulled him toward her in one swift jerk. "Get off the ship!" she said urgently.
Peter looked at her questioningly, and the woman nodded toward the ocean. He was shocked to see another merchant vessel sailing very close. The woman was trying to help he and his sister to escape!
"Susan!" Peter yelled, gaining her attention immediately. "Come on!" He watched her eyes widen in fear and turned to see a large, dark-skinned sailor charging at him, sword pointed at Peter's heart. At the last second, he moved to block, but the blade was still heard colliding with the metal of his armor. Susan gasped as the man prepared to hit him again. But suddenly, he fell to his knees, a dagger sticking out of the back of his neck.
The woman directing the Pevensies off the ship smiled triumphantly and motioned for Peter and Susan to follow her. Peter was gasping for air, the last blow having knocked the wind out of him, but he still grabbed Susan's hand and ran for the starboard side of the ship. Peter jumped first, then Susan, then the mysterious woman.
Susan looked up to see a large group of the pirates gathered around the edge, but none were brave enough to follow them in.
The woman quickly swam ahead, leading the Pevensies to the other ship. Susan found it hard to keep up with the woman's pace, since Sue had her waterlogged dress slowing her down. Then she remembered that Peter still had his mail on. She looked around for him, but did not see his blonde hair anywhere above the surface.
"Peter!" she shrieked, unable to locate him in the vast, deep ocean.
Again, sorry. I hope you enjoyed this.