Disclaimer: I don't own The Tribe. You want it, go kill Raymond Thompson. Or whatever his name is. Just leave me alone. Just another thing. I don't know the meaning of the word paragraphs. So if the format is bad, like it or lump it. If you want me to write another chapter, answer my poll. I need answers, people! Just so you know, I have an obsession with the supernatural. One answer will give that to you. The other is boring. I am also prone to writers' block. My excuse for not updating. Sorry. On with the story. (Thanks, BTW!) Love you guys! P.S. In case you haven't noticed, I love Ebony. Fave Character!
The four of them came inside and sat in together with the sullen-looking tribe. Lex takes one look at Ebony's goofy smile and says,
"Ebony are on dope or something? You look really happy considering we just evacuated our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs and very little food. It's weird. Stop it."
"Way to kill the good mood, Lex. Anyway, I just wanted to say something. How did they say it in the old days? Oh yeah, that's it! Land ahoy." Everybody looked at Ebony in shock.
"YOU SAW LAND?!" About everyone shouted at once.
"Guys, it's called looking at your surroundings. God, I thought I trained you better than this. I'm very disappointed." She sighs theoretically and shakes her head. Jack, Slade and Ruby laugh at her theatrics. (A/N. They are, especially Ebony, going to be very out of character. Please don't kill me.) Amber regains her composure and asks the obvious question.
"Where?"
"The port bow." Everyone stared at her. "Left, guys, left!" They kept staring. "That way!" She shouted, pointing to the left of the boat. They didn't move, so she rolled her eyes and got up. She walked to the front of the boat where there doesn't seem to be anyone driving the boat. She grabs the wheel and expertly steers it towards the island, keeping her eyes open for somewhere to either dock it, or beach it. It was obvious she'd done this before, judging by the ease with which she held the wheel and the way her eyes were constantly darting across the water, looking for reefs, rocks and somewhere to dock. They were still quite far from the island, a number of miles. It was hardly more than a speck in the distance, and it would take hours of driving to get there. Not long after Ebony came in, Jack walked up behind her. Swiping her hair over one of her shoulders, he put his arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She smiled slightly and visibly relaxed at his touch.
"Stop it. I have to concentrate. Now, Jack," she added, when he just mumbled with his mouth still on her neck. He stopped kissing her and sighed.
"Why? I thought you liked it. I thought you liked me."
"I do like it. But I don't like you." He looked at her, pain and shock, then pain and disbelief, and finally anger. Just as he's about to blow up and start ranting she kisses him gently.
"I don't like you, Jack." She repeated. "I love you. There's a difference." She grinned at him while trying to look stern.
"Okay, I have to drive the boat so we don't… what? Who's that?" She trailed off and genuine worry entered her voice.
"Jack, go and drop the anchor. Tell Amber we might have company, and that I will be going out alone. The guys can protect her, Trudy and the kids. You and Ram can figure out how to drive the boat. Now, Jack." He stood there for a moment, kissed her fiercely and ran out. She pushed a few buttons and pulled a few levers (A/N. Sorry, I don't speak boat!) and the boat came to a halt. She reached down into her bag and pulled out a belt like thing which she put on. When it is fastened we can see that there are several sheaths attached, all with knives or daggers in them. She also put a large gun on each thigh and slipped more knives in her boots. She pulled on a floor length flowing jacket (Think Underworld, people!), covering the weapons from view. She took a deep breath and walked out to the main area, smiled softly and reassuringly to the others before opening the door and walking out, locking it behind her. By this time it was dark, twilight just having disappeared while she was alone with Jack. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows into the remaining light. She looked like an angel. The light shone on her golden hair and her green, acid coloured eyes were unnaturally radiant. Her lips were pursed in a worried way. Her arms were loose by her sides, but you got the impression she could have the guns in her hands and bullets in someone's head before you even saw her move. It wasn't until now you realised just how dangerous and deadly Ebony really was.
She walked to the front of the boat and looked out over the horizon. The expression on her face was that of someone knowing they were going to die and were trying to see as much beauty as they could before the end. It was silent. Eerily so. Then, breaking the silence was the sound of a gun being cocked. Then a voice. The voice chilled to the bone.
"Hello, Ebony. Long time no kill." Then came the worst sound of all.
The sound of a gun being shot. Then, a scream of pure pain.