Chapter Two
Charlise looked out at the crowd once again, noticing how the attention seemed to be on her. The noose was given one last tug, and the soldier stepped back, standing to the side.
The knife was grasped firmly in Charlise's fingers as she sawed at the ropes, trying her best to keep her movements subtle.
The Commodore raised his hand, placing it on the wooden lever, his gaze steely and cold as he prepared to send Charlise to her death.
She flinched slightly as the knife slipped and nicked her skin. The rope was only partially cut through and panic was beginning to suffocate her, making her hands shake. Please... Please let this work, I swear i wont steal anymore chickens...
As if he had heard her silent plea for help the strange soldier stepped forward, his voice catching Charlise slightly off gaurd.
"An i don't believe you'll be doin' that Commodore,"
The Commodore had been about to push the lever down as the soldier spoke. Charlise didnt dare look up at the scene she heard taking place, to focused on getting her restraints off. The blood that coated her fingers was making the knife almost impossible to hold onto.
The crowd had gone eerily silent, and as the ropes around her wrists gave one last struggle before falling at her feet, Charlise looked up and saw why.
The man was aiming a pistol directly at the Commodores head.
She couldnt help the slight smile that pulled at her lips as she rubbed her sore wrists, watching with bated breath as the two faced off.
"Who the bloody 'ell are you?!" the Commodore's face was pale and his teeth where clenched in defiance.
"Im bloody Captain Jack Sparrow, mate," the 'soldier' grinned as if thayt explained everything and Charlise frowned.
She'd heard of Captain Sparrow, apperently the Commodore had too judging by his narrowed eyes.
Sparrow still had his pistol pointed at the mans head, all the soldiers to nervous to do anything lest the crazed man shoot.
She barely saw him move.
CRACK!
The gunshot was nearly deafening but Charlise hardly noticed, as the noose around her neck fell limp and unraveled. The Captain had shot the rope.
All Hell broke loose.
The soldiers swarmed from the edges of the stage, ten at most of the redcoats and Charlise quickly lost sight of the Captain who had saved her.
She ducked as a sword came at her and ran off the stage, hiding quickly behind a convenient barrel. The crowd had fled, leaving the fight on the wooden stage in plain view.
Charlise grimaced as she heard another gun shot, hoping it wasnt aimed at her unusual savior of a Captain.
It only took a moment of consideration before she sprinted forward, landing on the gallows stage with a graceful jump.
There was a sword laying passively on the ground next to a fallen redcoatwd soldier and Charlise scooped it up, quickly fending off a glancing blow from another soldier. She felt someone bump into her back and whipped her head around, quickly turning back to the others around them when she realized it was the Captain.
The pair fought back to back for a few moments and soon there was only them and the Commodore left on the wooden platform.
The Commodore stood, his face flushed and his hands shaking violently. He trembled before his sword clattered loudly to the wood.
Charlise couldnt contain her snarl. "Coward," she murmured before taking a step towards him.
She held her free hand out, making sure to keep the sword firmly in her grasp.
Charlise saw the confused look the Commodore gave her hand and gave him a impatient glare.
"Your hat Monsieur," she instructed. The requested object was immedatly placed in her hands as the Commodre fell to his knees, the blood from his soldiers already soaking into the knees of his pants.
"Please dont hurt me! i swear-" his words just sounded like unintelligible sobs and Charlise practically rolled her eyes. In one swift movement the Commodore crumpled to the stage, the hilt of Charlise's sword connecting with his temple.
She squatted down, sparing the Captain a quick glance. "One moment Monsieur if you please,"
The Captain flashed her a shiny grin. "Just don' take to long, love," he replied, gesturing slightly with his ringed hands before wandering slightly to poke through the soldiers belongings.
Charlise got to work immediately, pulling the Commodores belt off of his limp waist, she strapped it on, slipping his sword into the sheath as she claimed it. The pistols were next, two in total that she fastened onto the belt before making sure there wasnt anything else she wanted. Charlise paused before walking away and slipped her hand into the Commodores pocket. Sure enough she pulled out a bag full of coinage.
"Well! Thank you Monsieur Commodore! Your dontations are very welcomed," she grinned down at the unconcious man before she stood, looking around for the Captain.
