Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Jack Sparrow, and all characters
which seem to be similar to those already under copyright law are purely
coincidental.
Hey guys. I worked my butt off on this story, so please review and give me advice on how I can improve the story!
This is a sort of combination of Pirates and The Lord of the Rings. All of the characters are different though, except Captain Jack Sparrow. I had to include him! I hope you like this story, so enjoy!!
Fear, terror and panic were heavy in the air as Violet sat in her room on the bed clutching her doll close. An explosion outside shook her with fear. She quickly clasped her hands to her ears to shut out the shouts and screams from outside. Her mother stood watching at the window with one hand clutching her heart, the other held a pendant cross to her lips as she prayed silently to herself. The silence in the room amidst the terror beyond the walls was suffocating until the bedroom door burst open suddenly, causing both Violet and her mother to jump. Tom Brandon stood in the doorway, an abrupt urgency over his usual calm and warm features. One look from her husband, and Mrs. Brandon understood that there was nothing they could do. She looked desperately around the room, as if something in the walls could somehow help them with their plight. Trying to hold back her feeling of helplessness, she clung to her pendant now with both hands.
They remained in silence for a while. Yet another cannon fire sounded, which seemed to wake Tom Brandon from his shock-like state. Whilst grazing his hand across the sword in his belt, he quietly uttered,
"T-they've come for it. I know that's what they're here for." Brandon suddenly looked over in the corner of the room on the bed where his daughter was muffling quiet sobs. A feeling that Tom Brandon had not felt in many years slowly began to creep over his sweat chilled skin. Powerlessness. He quickly shoved the feeling down. He could not stand by and let them take everything away. All at once, a thought sprung into his tired mind. The crawl space that was used to store the blankets and towels. It's entrance was hidden except by those who already knew it's presence.
"Violet, come here," he beckoned. Violet slowly lifted her tear- stained face toward her father.
"Both of you come here!" He commanded more firmly. Violet's mother took her daughter by the hand and both of them scurried down the hall after Brandon. Once through a couple of passageways, he paused. After wiping sweat from his brow, he threw his weight into the wall, which slowly gave way to a tight crawl space.
"Both of you, in!" he bellowed. Violet crawled in on her hands and knees, her mother close behind. Once they were both tucked into the space, Brandon made move to follow, but to his dismay, he knew he would not fit. There was not enough room for all three of them to fit.
"Hurry, Tom!" urged his wife.
"You know as well as I do that I could not fit even if I tried.".
"Papa, c'mon." pleaded Violet as she outstretched her hand towards her father.
Tears welled in Brandon's eyes as he gazed on his daughter. Silence, once again, fell upon the three of them until another crash was heard. It was, however, not from outside this time, but downstairs coming from the entrance hall.
In one quick motion, Tom brandished the gleaming sword from his belt, and thrust it into his wife's arms.
"Take it Lydia! Do not let any one take it!!" And with that he backed out of the entrance-way and closed the wall in on them.
Violet and her mother sat shivering with panic in the stuffy crawlspace. They listened and heard footsteps lead towards downstairs. Soon shouts and roars were heard as well as the sound of brandishing swords.
"I cannot leave your father." Lydia whispered. She turned to her daughter and held her close. "Violet, your father saved my life many times and now I must do the same for him. Do not leave this spot. I am putting this in your care," she said as she handed over the sword that Tom had given her. "Let no one touch this! Your father and I are putting our faith in you to guard this with your life. I will be back when I can." With a single sob she kissed her daughter's head and quickly exited the crawl space the same fashion as Tom had done.
Violet sat alone and afraid. Too terrified to breathe. She recognized the sword in her hands. Her father had always treasured the sword and told her stories of how he had claimed it. Its steel blade had always had a glittering reflection as well as the golden handle had. It had no marking except for the word "Moriah" engraved into the handle.
All at once a terrible scream pierced the air. Her mother's scream. Violet held the sword close to her heart and cried. She knew her parents had been murdered by pirates.
OK, that was the prologue! Tell me what you guys thought, and if you want me to continue writing this! Thanx!
Hey guys. I worked my butt off on this story, so please review and give me advice on how I can improve the story!
This is a sort of combination of Pirates and The Lord of the Rings. All of the characters are different though, except Captain Jack Sparrow. I had to include him! I hope you like this story, so enjoy!!
Fear, terror and panic were heavy in the air as Violet sat in her room on the bed clutching her doll close. An explosion outside shook her with fear. She quickly clasped her hands to her ears to shut out the shouts and screams from outside. Her mother stood watching at the window with one hand clutching her heart, the other held a pendant cross to her lips as she prayed silently to herself. The silence in the room amidst the terror beyond the walls was suffocating until the bedroom door burst open suddenly, causing both Violet and her mother to jump. Tom Brandon stood in the doorway, an abrupt urgency over his usual calm and warm features. One look from her husband, and Mrs. Brandon understood that there was nothing they could do. She looked desperately around the room, as if something in the walls could somehow help them with their plight. Trying to hold back her feeling of helplessness, she clung to her pendant now with both hands.
They remained in silence for a while. Yet another cannon fire sounded, which seemed to wake Tom Brandon from his shock-like state. Whilst grazing his hand across the sword in his belt, he quietly uttered,
"T-they've come for it. I know that's what they're here for." Brandon suddenly looked over in the corner of the room on the bed where his daughter was muffling quiet sobs. A feeling that Tom Brandon had not felt in many years slowly began to creep over his sweat chilled skin. Powerlessness. He quickly shoved the feeling down. He could not stand by and let them take everything away. All at once, a thought sprung into his tired mind. The crawl space that was used to store the blankets and towels. It's entrance was hidden except by those who already knew it's presence.
"Violet, come here," he beckoned. Violet slowly lifted her tear- stained face toward her father.
"Both of you come here!" He commanded more firmly. Violet's mother took her daughter by the hand and both of them scurried down the hall after Brandon. Once through a couple of passageways, he paused. After wiping sweat from his brow, he threw his weight into the wall, which slowly gave way to a tight crawl space.
"Both of you, in!" he bellowed. Violet crawled in on her hands and knees, her mother close behind. Once they were both tucked into the space, Brandon made move to follow, but to his dismay, he knew he would not fit. There was not enough room for all three of them to fit.
"Hurry, Tom!" urged his wife.
"You know as well as I do that I could not fit even if I tried.".
"Papa, c'mon." pleaded Violet as she outstretched her hand towards her father.
Tears welled in Brandon's eyes as he gazed on his daughter. Silence, once again, fell upon the three of them until another crash was heard. It was, however, not from outside this time, but downstairs coming from the entrance hall.
In one quick motion, Tom brandished the gleaming sword from his belt, and thrust it into his wife's arms.
"Take it Lydia! Do not let any one take it!!" And with that he backed out of the entrance-way and closed the wall in on them.
Violet and her mother sat shivering with panic in the stuffy crawlspace. They listened and heard footsteps lead towards downstairs. Soon shouts and roars were heard as well as the sound of brandishing swords.
"I cannot leave your father." Lydia whispered. She turned to her daughter and held her close. "Violet, your father saved my life many times and now I must do the same for him. Do not leave this spot. I am putting this in your care," she said as she handed over the sword that Tom had given her. "Let no one touch this! Your father and I are putting our faith in you to guard this with your life. I will be back when I can." With a single sob she kissed her daughter's head and quickly exited the crawl space the same fashion as Tom had done.
Violet sat alone and afraid. Too terrified to breathe. She recognized the sword in her hands. Her father had always treasured the sword and told her stories of how he had claimed it. Its steel blade had always had a glittering reflection as well as the golden handle had. It had no marking except for the word "Moriah" engraved into the handle.
All at once a terrible scream pierced the air. Her mother's scream. Violet held the sword close to her heart and cried. She knew her parents had been murdered by pirates.
OK, that was the prologue! Tell me what you guys thought, and if you want me to continue writing this! Thanx!