I know it's been forever since I updated, so here is a little ditty for ya. Sorry D: Enjoy :)
I grab the boy by his arm and drag him down the ship to where lifeboats were waiting. As soon as we are out of earshot, I scream into the boy's ear. "You little piece of crap!" He shrinks away, and I smirk. He's taller than me, but with my sword, I guess I look a little bit more intimidating than the average 16-year-old girl.
Rubbing his ear, Turner's son raises his eyebrows at me. "You have a very powerful voice, you know that?" I just glare at him and he raises his hands in surrender, smirking. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry I brought you in. It's the only way I could get out of here!"
I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. He fidgets and looks down at his feet. "And that I drugged you…"
"That's better!" I smile and punch him in the shoulder.
"Oww…" he complains, rubbing where I had hit him. "So, where are we going?" I roll my eyes.
"Just get in the boat. We've got to get to… shore." The beach is only just visible on the horizon. "This is going to take a while."
I climb down the rope ladder and jump into the boat, wincing as some water splashes into the small hull. Charles sits down next to me and does as I asked. He seems to be no more than a year older than me, but he's muscular and thin. His brown hair moves slightly in the breeze, the wavy mess cut just below his jawline.
"I'm sorry, you know. I really am." I look at him, his blue eyes bright in the sun. "Can we just start over?"
I look at him for a long time, assessing his expression. It seems sincere enough, and I cave in. "Fine." We shake hands, and I'm surprised at the warmth of his calloused hands. I'm freezing.
"Okay then miss Sparrow," he chirps.
"What's our first plan of action?"
I growl, and start rowing. It annoyed me to be relying on such a, well, unreliable person, but there seemed to be no other choice. "One, you can call me Ceyline. Two… We're going to talk to Jack Sparrow."
