Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews and follows! And Guest, for you question: why is Pocahontas white in the picture? See the thing is, it's not actually Poca- Hmm… You know what, you'll just have to wait and see… Heh heh. Anyway here's da story.
Thunder bolts streaked across the dark, dismal sky. The greys waters from the treacherous sea sloshed on deck, wreaking havoc upon poor, innocent sailors. Shouts of frustration and exhaustion were bouncing back and forth the ship.
"Faster! She's taking on more water!" A shout was heard through the chaos of the storm.
Shouts such as: "Come on lads, come on!" or "Watch out!" and other such cries could be heard from various people scattered all throughout the ship.
Along with the other sailors, Tina was also constantly splattered with stray drops of rain, leaving her hair in a wet sloppy mess. Despite the cold prickling into her skin, Tina was more than willing to help in anyway she could.
She rushed to the aid of a sailor in need if help was requested. She helped in physical means as well, by performing actions like pulling hard on ropes to hoist up the masts and poles that had plummeted to the ground due to the force of the wind.
While Tina was assisting the crew in tying up the main sail, she noticed her brother struggling to hold a canon in place.
"John! Get down here!" He yelled, looking upwards, "The canons are breaking loose!"
Tina followed his gaze, only to see John Smith heroically zipping down a rope from the crow's nest. He landed on the wooden, water-engulfed floor with a splash, sending the water flying off the deck.
"Reef the topsails!" He instructed the men.
"Aye, sir!" An Englishman replied obediently.
"Steady on the course." He kept shouting orders. "It's alright, Thomas. We'll get her tied off." John stated when he approached Thomas to help him.
"Say your prayers, lads!" A sailor cried.
Tina looked up to see a gigantic wave headed their way. The wave suddenly collided with the ship's hull and sent the salty water shooting upwards. A large amount of water poured on to the deck. The crew ran for cover.
The only people who hadn't noticed the wave were John and Thomas. Tina attempted to warn them, but alas! She was too late…
"Thomas, watch out!" John tried to warn him as the wave advanced towards them. The wave slammed against its unsuspecting victims, forcing them over the deck and into the sea. John Smith managed to hold onto to a piece of rope dangling overhead to prevent himself from washing overboard, but Thomas wasn't so lucky…
"Help!" He cried as he was forced against the railing of the ship, resulting in the wood breaking and the sailor falling into the dark abyss.
"THOMAS!" Tina screamed as she viewed the scene of her brother falling into the ocean.
"Man overboard!" A crew member called out.
"Stay your course, he's lost." The brown headed man, who Tina had learnt was named Ben, stated.
Tina felt fury and hatred rushing into her heart and brain as she stormed towards the man who had spoken those foreboding words.
"Help!" A faint plea for help was heard from a distance. This only made Tina erupt with more force.
"HOW DARE YOU?! THAT'S MY BROTHER DOWN THERE! YOU LITTLE-" She was interrupted my John Smith.
"Pull the pin!" He ordered, whilst tightly tying a rope which was connected to a pulley around his waist.
"Aye, sir!" A man replied and did as instructed, sending the sail flapping in the wind.
Next thing you know, John was running towards the edge of the ship at sonic speed. He ascended from the wooden deck and dived into the freezing waters below.
"Smith! SMITH!" Ben yelled from the ship, "Are you crazy?!"
"Quick, the rope!" The red-headed man, who went by the name of Lon, called as the rope broke from free from the pulley. Ben, Lon and a light-brown haired man, along with Tina, dashed towards the rope and began pulling it with all their might.
"Heave! Come on, lads, pull! Pull! Pull! Put your back into it!" Ben shouted as they all grunted with effort to pull the sailors back on board.
A while later, two heads could be seen arising from the dark waters.
"Pull! Pull!"
The sailors tugged on the rope with more might and finally, the dangling men reached the top of the deck. The other sailors pulled John and Thomas onto the wooden floor. Water from their drenched clothes flowed in all directions as the two hit the hard floor of the deck.
Tina came running and jumped on top of Thomas, hugging him until he was more out of breath than he already was, "THOMAS! Oh my goodness! Are you alright?!"
"Oof!" He grunted, but hugged her back lovingly, "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks to John..." He said smiling up at John Smith.
"Well, that was refreshing." John said jokingly and dumped Thomas' dripping wet hat on is head.
"Thank you very much, sir. You saved my brother's life." Tina sincerely thanked her brother's saviour.
"No problem," John replied cheerfully, "and call me John."
"Well done, Smith" Lon congratulated as he draped a blanket around Thomas' shoulders.
"Of course." John stated, turning to the crew, "You'd all do the same for me."
"Oh sure, sure, of course we would." Ben said quickly, followed by nods and murmurs of agreement from the other sailors as well.
"Yes, yes, yes, We would."
"Absolutely."
Thunder cracked through the sky and suddenly, a plump man appeared on the deck, holding a little pug. A skinny man holding an umbrella over his boss' head in one arm and a lantern in the other was behind him.
"Trouble on deck?" The corpulent man questioned.
"Governor Ratcliffe!" Thomas gasped and stood up at once.
"Thomas fell overboard, sir." John stated, placing a caring hand on Thomas' shoulder.
"Thank heavens he's been successfully retrieved." the Governor said with fake pity, "Well done, Smith."
"Thank you, sir."
The governor turned around and walked, the skinny man following close behind to hold the umbrella over his head.
"Don't lose heart, men." Ratcliffe said in a noble tone as he made his way down the stairs to the deck below and towards the watching sailors, "It won't be long before we reach the New World, and remember what awaits us there… Freedom…"
"Bark!" The pug barked once at a nearby sailor on the left to add a dramatic effect.
"Prosperity…" The governor continued.
"Bark! Bark!" The pug braked twice at a soldier on the right.
"The adventure of our lives." Ratcliffe turned around and headed towards a larger group of sailors, with the lanky man still following each of his steps, with an umbrella to protect the governor from the rain.
"You're the finest crew England has to offer…"
Tina saw John Smith raise an eyebrow and resisted the urge to roll her own eyes.
"And nothing, nor wind nor rain nor a thousand bloodthirsty savages shall stand in our way. Carry on, men!" The men cheered as the governor exited the area.
"A stirring oration, sir," Tina heard the skinny man, who was still following his boss around like a puppy, praise highly, "I'm sure the men were most exhilara-AAAAAA-ted." His voice went astray as the wind forced his umbrella away and turned it inside out, carrying him along the way. He recovered quickly and resumed his position beside the governor.
"Let us hope so," Ratcliffe lifted his pug up to eye level, "I'll need those witless peasants to dig up my gold, won't I?" The pug grinned in an evil manner at the sound of his master's words.
Tina furrowed her eyebrows in suspicion. Her thoughts were interrupted by voices of Thomas and John.
"This New World's going to be great, John." Thomas said excitedly as he and John were tying up a lose canon, "I'm going to get a pile of gold, build me a big house and if any Indian tries to stop me, I'll blast him."
Tina approached the two with concerning eyes. She hoped Thomas wasn't really planning on killing anybody… Despite the fact that she was good in combat, Tina wasn't much of bloodshed.
"You just worry about that fortune of yours, Thomas." John replied as he began pulling the canon back to its original position with Thomas' aid, "Leave the savages to me."
"You think they'll give us much trouble?" Lon questioned as he too came up to help in pushing the canon to back to place.
"Not as much trouble as Smith'll give them." commented Ben as he plucked a magenta feather off a nearby sailor's hat and placed on the head of a mop. He then hid a stack of wooden wine barrels and imitated a stereotypical Indian by whooping in an odd method.
"We'll kill ourselves an Indian"
The Englishmen started singing.
"Or maybe two or three!" John Smith joined in as his stabbed the plug of of one of the barrels and pulled it out, releasing a flow of purple liquid.
"We're stalwart men and bold
Of the Virginia Company!"
Several sailors gathered around the barrel and sang together as they collected the wine in silver mugs and began to gulp it down.
Thomas and John were climbing a net that lead up to the crow's nest. Tina followed them as they didn't seem to mind.
"What do you suppose the New World will look like?" Thomas asked his new friend, while helping Tina up the net as well.
"Like all the others, I suppose." John replied as they reached top, "I've seen hundreds of new worlds, Thomas. What could possibly be different about this one?" He said, resting his hands on the edge of the crow's nest and staring off into the distance.
Tina wondered herself what amazing wonders the New World would hold. Just like John, she wasn't in it for the gold. While John was in it for the adventures, Tina was in it for her brother, but she supposed a little adventure wouldn't hurt either…
There we have it! Chapter 2 done & dusted! Please R & R!
