Um, I think that all of us know who did the movie and who owns the copyrights so I won't get into the legal Mumbo-Jumbo, sooo……here's Chapter Four! Enjoy!
Gwen watched in shock as half of her house collapsed into ash and flame. She tried to get up from the bush she had landed in, but she was stuck; Gwen had landed in a thorny bush and her clothes had caught on the thorns. She looked around and saw a low tree branch not far from where she sat; she reached for it and tried to pull herself out. As she pulled she could hear the ripping of her dress, but with one great pull she freed herself from the bush. She looked back and saw much of her dress shredded and caught on the bush's thorns, and small scratches covered her arms and legs from were the thorns had touched her skin. Gwen looked down at her mangled and charred dress and said,
"Well, mother will be thrilled." She looked on the ground and there lay the sword she got from the closet, she must have fell on it because the blade snapped in half. Gwen kicked it in frustration and walked away. She slowly walked to the side of her house and checked to see if any pirates were nearby. She saw none then checked to see what she made it out of the house with; she still had the pistol and surprisingly she had her flute. She then put her hand to her chest and felt for the necklace she salvaged; she found it and brought up the pendent to look at. It was a silver cross that her father had given to her on her sixteenth birthday, he had it blessed by a priest and told her that it was always good to have a cross somewhere. At first Gwen thought that the necklace meant her father wanted her to join a convent, but it seemed to grow on her and was one of her most prized possessions. Perhaps that fact that her father made it, made it extra special.
She took the pistol and placed it in her undergarments, and hid her flute as well. Finally she placed the cross under her shirt and crept to the gates. She slowly walked down the road past her grandfather's house and into the port itself. The entire town square was swarming with pirates. They were chasing women, breaking windows and stealing what ever they could get their dirty, tattooed hands on. She looked on until she saw three pirates heading her way, she looked around and saw an alley between two buildings and jumped for it head first; she dove into a pile of wooden crates, smashing some of them and creating a lot of noise. The pirates heard the clatter and laughed amongst themselves then headed to the alley placing the hands over their swords and pistols.
Gwen lay on the ground surrounded by broken and splintered pieces of crate wood. She tried to catch her breath and sat up; she could hear the pirates' boots in the gravel behind her. She stood and looked around the alley, it was a dead end; her heart began to quicken and she looked for any escape. There was a metal ladder and it lead up to a window in one of the buildings. She immediately went to the ladder and climbed it, she came to the open window and climbed through it into a dark room, she didn't dare try to find a candle or door, it could give her away. Below in the alley the pirates called out to each other,
"Did you 'ear somethin' friends?"
"Yeah, I could 'ave sworn I heard somethin' scramblin' about o'er here." Gwen's heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing quickened, she had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound of her fearful breaths.
'What did mother say?' she thought, 'she said to say a French word if I got into trouble with pirates, I didn't really hear her though, what if I say it and it's wrong? They could shoot me on spot or worse!' The pirates searched the alleyway,
"Come on lad, come 'ere!" One said,
"How does you know that it's a lad? It could be a girl!"
"You know, me thinks it tis a girl! I mean, a lad would have come and tried to fight us off you know?" The other pirates agreed and laughed.
"Come on out love, we won't 'urt you!" One of them laughed and said,
"You go to hell fer lyin' mate." The pirates laughed and the first one said,
"Well, I'll be with friends!" The pirates laughed madly and left the alleyway. Gwen breathed a sigh of relief; she leaned carefully out the window, and watched the pirates walk away. Suddenly behind her in the dark she heard the wooden floor creak. She stayed, frozen with fear in the window.
'What's that stupid word!' she thought.
"Hallo love." A deep voice said as a dark, heavy hand rested on Gwen's shoulder.
Will's eyes squinted and he rolled onto his side. The rough braches of the bush he lay under tugged at his shirt and his head seemed to swell with pain. He opened his eyes and everything was fuzzy; Will pulled himself out of the bushes and saw the gates to his home. He used one of the posts to stable himself as he looked upon his burning house. At that moment one thought came across his mind, Gwyneth. He ran to the side of his house and climbed up the not yet burning latticework. He jumped onto the balcony and into the house; he was in Gwen's room.
"Gwen? Gwen!" he called out, but he could hardly hear himself over the roar of the fire. He ran out of the room and to most of the rooms upstairs searching for his daughter; he then came to the guest room where Elizabeth told him Gwyneth hid. He looked at the closet door and saw it open and beaten. 'She got out of the house then.' He thought to himself and left the room; before he reached Gwen's room to climb back down the lattice, a portion of the floor groaned and fell into flame, leaving an insurmountable gap between where Will stood and Gwyneth's door. He turned back and then ran to his and Elizabeth's room. The fire raged and the smoke was dense, but he made it to his room. He looked around desperately for and exit then paused; the house began to moan in agony and he heard the wood splinter and the floors bend. He ran to the window, opened it and leapt. He hit the ground and rolled from the house, and as he rolled then a great explosion erupted from the window and his house collapsed into flame.
Will stopped rolling and lay staring up at the sky on his back; he could hear the crackling of flames that were fed by his own house and the falling of wooden beams. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was gasping for breath, but a question haunted his mind, where was Elizabeth and Gwyneth? Did they get out safely? Are they alive? He sat up slowly, his entire body feeling sore and achy he stood and limped to the outside stone balcony. From there the pirates' ship seemed so much closer, and he could see three small rowboats rowing out to the ship, he could make out some of the men, all of the boats were filled with dirty, joyous men who carried stolen valuables they plundered in sacks over their shoulders, but in one of the boats was a woman, hair down and disorderly. As the ship rowed closer to the ship, Will could make out the passengers much more easily; the woman had honey brown hair and wore a somewhat tattered yellow dress.
"Elizabeth!" He yelled out to her, but there was no way she'd be able to hear him. "ELIABETH!" He watched as the pirates touched her shoulder and tried to stroke her dress, but Elizabeth being herself, would move curtly and or kick them with her wickedly pointed shoes. He was comforted somewhat at the sight of her rocking the boat causing one of the pirates to lose balance and plunge over board, but this single comforting thought vanished when thoughts of Gwen came back to mind. He turned around quickly and searched for anything to give any indication of her location. Suddenly a glint of light caught his eye on the side of what was his house. He ran to where he saw the glimmer and searched. Finally, will found a broken sword and beside it in the bushes was torn and tattered pieces of Gwen's blue dress. Some of the pieces where slowly burning, save one which Will took from the bushes thorns and placed it in his pocket. He then from there saw footprints in the deeper sand that lead from the spot where he stood down to the town. "No Gwyneth, not you too!" With that he ran with all his strength down to the town square.
Gwen slowly turned and saw a giant, Native American looking man covered with what looked like ceremonial scars and tattoos stared back at her. Behind him where what looked like maybe five other men holding torches and pistols. Suddenly Gwen opened her mouth and shouted,
"GARNIER!!" ((pronounced Garn-yay for all those who are inadequate in their French skills! Like me! SPANISH ALL THE WAY!)) The pirates stared at her in confusion. Gwen glared back and said, "What? I said 'Garnier' so now take me to your captain!" She glared at the pirates and she heard stifled laughter and snorts. "Alright, ummm, if you please, sirs, would you take me to your Captain," She looked frantically at the pirates who stared back at her with blank faces. She quickly finished with a short and curt, "Right now." The pirates burst into laughter and had to hold onto each other to keep their balance. Gwen looked at the pirates and said quickly, "Come on I want to talk to your captain!" But the pirates did not hear her over their roaring chuckles and guffaws. At that moment the large Native American pirate grabbed Gwen's hands and said,
"Missy, before you talk to us in out 'native' tongue, you'd best learn the language, eh?" Gwen fought against them man's large, strong hands and the man said, "Me thinks that you are trying to invoke the right of 'Parlez,' but you Miss, seem to be no pirate." The men laughed and a fat man approached her and said,
"She may not be a pirate by blood, but I'll make her a pirate by bed in fifteen minutes tops!" At this the men howled in laughter as the fat man threw himself upon Gwen and began to pull on her clothes. He licked her face and Gwen smelt the stench of his mouth. She began to scream out in anger as the Native American grabbed the fat man by his shirt and threw him against a distant wall. He then put his arm around Gwen holding her tight so she would not get away.
"I'm dreadfully sorry miss for the trouble our dear Wallace has given you." She quickly looked back at the man and he licked his lips. The pirates continued to rage with laughter and the native American said loudly, "And since we poor pirates has caused you so much trouble, I'm sure I could let you have you're right to 'Parlez'." With this the men let out a fake "Aww!" as if they were moved by the "kindness" of the pirate. He then turned to her and said, "On one condition," he paused for effect and the pirates stopped laughing. "How's about a kiss puppet?" The pirates laughed and so did the Native American man. Gwen stood disgusted; the man saw this look on her face and said, "Fine Miss, it's either a kiss from a, humble pirate," at this his friends laughed, Gwen then heard a loud click and a pistol was pressed to the side of her head as the large man said while laughing, "or the kiss of death! Now, what'll it be?" Gwen, looked at the man, gently grabbed his tall head and brought him down to kiss her. She then took her teeth and bit the pirate's lip as hard as she could. The Native American pulled away quickly and massaged his lip while the other pirates laughed. He sneered at the girl and said, "Fine, I got my kiss, now to the Cap'n!" The men yelled out in agreement and they forced Gwen out of the building.
Will went into a dark alley to evade some passing pirates, and looked out at the square. At that moment he saw a group of laughing pirates move quickly out of a building and down the street to the ports. He followed them quietly and got somewhat a head of them. He looked at the group and amongst them was Gwen being badgered and gibed by the pirates surrounding her. They stroked her dress and grabbed her bosom and she struggled to free herself of their grasps.
"NO, GWEN!" He shouted and leapt out of his hiding place. He ran for Gwen and she yelled out to him,
"FATHER!" But before he could reach her, one of the pirates smacked him on the back of his head with a pistol and he fell to the ground. "FATHER!" she screamed again and fought against the pirates even harder. "NO! FATHER! FATHER NO! FATHER!" She screamed out, but Will did not move. The Native American pirate saw Gwen's turmoil and said to two if his companions.
"You know, the father of such a lovely lass deserves much better then the common street to lay upon. Take him to the local gallows! Surely he will be much more comfortable there. Two of the pirates laughed and grabbed Will's limp arms and dragged him off into another direction.
A dark ship sailed around the coast and a man called out from the look out,
"Cap'n! There off the bow lies a port!" An older man looked up from his mopping and looked at the port.
"Lordy," he said, "That just ain't any port, it's Port Royal. Pirates ain't welcome there!"
"Yes, Gibbs, I know first hand, but wouldn't it be marvelous if we raided that lovely little port." The man called Gibbs looked up at the helm and said,
"Yes, if we were suicidal!"
"I wouldn't say that Gibbs, I think this little port is now infinitely more welcoming then the last time we saw it." The crew looked and saw that many of the great stonewalls had crumbled and many building were in flame. "One would think, Mr. Gibbs, that this would be the opportune moment." Gibbs laughed and smiled mischievously as the man at the helm called out. "Onward men! We dock at Port Royal!"