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The Hecate arrived in Tortuga four days later.Hope found the confusion and violence on the streets quite intimidating, but, she thought, she could escape if she tried, and sneak on a ship untill she ended up in a place that she could find someone to trust, and who would give her money to send a note to Port Royal, and tell Will and Liz where she was.Yes, that was the plan.
She could barely believe that Barbossa was so careless as to leave her in her own room in an inn.He left a guard at her door, but that didn't help him much, since the guard was in a deep drunken slumber.She could walk out freely, and take the sword from his belt.She made herself as small and unnoticable as possible as she sneaked through the many dirty drunken pirates and scary looking whores, to some of the back alleys that were completely abandoned.
She sat down on some boxes, and took a moment to feel sorry for herself.Not more than a moment of course.She couldn't allow herself to be scared.If she thought about it, her situation really wasn't that bad.She was just far from home.
She was just thinking that, when someone grabbed her arm. She jumped, and reached for her sword with the other hand.Now she was grateful for all those hours of practice she had went through.
A young, yet very stupid looking pirate attacked her, though he was clearly drunk.He grinned mindlessly, but screamed when Hope's blade cut into his hand which was holding her, and released her at once.She kicked him weakly, but he fell to the ground non the less.She held the sword at his throat, but panicked.She has never killed before.When she got to this point, she would laugh and help Will up. But the pirate grinned still, seeing her confusion, and knocked the weapon from her hand, reaching for her again. Now she was truly defenseless and weak.She screamed, but there seemed to be no possible way to escape.She closed her eyes, to try to make it disappear.
But she suddenly felt the grip of the pirate loosen, and something wet trickling down from his arm onto the sleeve of her dress.
She opened her eyes, and found that the pirate fell backward lifeless, a dagger deep in his throat.She was drenched in his blood.She knew she didn't kill him...who was it?
She looked over her shoulder to see a boy, around twelve, panting, and smiling at her in an apologetic way.He had black hair, and dark eyes, his clothes are that of a pirate's.Apparently he had thrown the dagger.
"You know it's useless to carry a sword if you ain't gonna use it."asked the boy in a deeper voice than she thought he had.
Hope thought she could trust the boy, for some reason.He had,after all, saved her."Who are you?"she asked, trying to rid her dress of the blood uneffectively.
"Tom Williams, you?"he introduced himself and helped her up.
"Hope Sparrow."
"Sparrow?Really?Never knew Jack had a daughter."said the boy in wonder.
"You know him?"Hope asked excitedly.
"No, Hope, sorry.But I've heard of him, much like everyone else here. Wouldn't flag that name around so freely.Has a lot of enemies, that man does." warned Tom.
"Are you a pirate?"
"Kind of...I help my father on his raids, so I suppose I am."answered Tom, pulling his dagger coldly from the dead man's throat."Don't got the brand yet, though."
"Brand?"Hope asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Pirate's brand.All of them have it.A 'P' on their forearm.You ask a lot of questions, don't you.Tell me, why are you here?"
"Kidnapped."Said Hope, not willing to share any more information.Who knows, maybe even this boy would hold her for ransome.
Tom took her to a small basement of what he said was his parents' house, and gave her some food.He left for quite a while, during which time she slept a little.He returned with some comfortable clothes, and looked away while she changed.
It was still dark night outside and Tom and she were talking about pirates and the sea, when all of a sudden, a whole bunch of men burst in.Spotting the two children, they yelled horribly, and pulled their swords.
Tom grabbed Hope's hand, and they started running, around the pirates, out of the basement, and through the dangerous streets.
"I...thought you said...that was...your parents' basement..."said Hope while taking gigantic leaps to keep up with the older boy.
"I lied." He stated.and kept pulling her, the group of angry men after them, running, shouting.It was hard to move through the crowd, which was one huge mass of violence.Suddenly, Hope bumped into someone, who held her still. The boy's grip from her hand suddenly disappeared, but she reckognized the coat of who she bumped into, and groaned.
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The Hecate arrived in Tortuga four days later.Hope found the confusion and violence on the streets quite intimidating, but, she thought, she could escape if she tried, and sneak on a ship untill she ended up in a place that she could find someone to trust, and who would give her money to send a note to Port Royal, and tell Will and Liz where she was.Yes, that was the plan.
She could barely believe that Barbossa was so careless as to leave her in her own room in an inn.He left a guard at her door, but that didn't help him much, since the guard was in a deep drunken slumber.She could walk out freely, and take the sword from his belt.She made herself as small and unnoticable as possible as she sneaked through the many dirty drunken pirates and scary looking whores, to some of the back alleys that were completely abandoned.
She sat down on some boxes, and took a moment to feel sorry for herself.Not more than a moment of course.She couldn't allow herself to be scared.If she thought about it, her situation really wasn't that bad.She was just far from home.
She was just thinking that, when someone grabbed her arm. She jumped, and reached for her sword with the other hand.Now she was grateful for all those hours of practice she had went through.
A young, yet very stupid looking pirate attacked her, though he was clearly drunk.He grinned mindlessly, but screamed when Hope's blade cut into his hand which was holding her, and released her at once.She kicked him weakly, but he fell to the ground non the less.She held the sword at his throat, but panicked.She has never killed before.When she got to this point, she would laugh and help Will up. But the pirate grinned still, seeing her confusion, and knocked the weapon from her hand, reaching for her again. Now she was truly defenseless and weak.She screamed, but there seemed to be no possible way to escape.She closed her eyes, to try to make it disappear.
But she suddenly felt the grip of the pirate loosen, and something wet trickling down from his arm onto the sleeve of her dress.
She opened her eyes, and found that the pirate fell backward lifeless, a dagger deep in his throat.She was drenched in his blood.She knew she didn't kill him...who was it?
She looked over her shoulder to see a boy, around twelve, panting, and smiling at her in an apologetic way.He had black hair, and dark eyes, his clothes are that of a pirate's.Apparently he had thrown the dagger.
"You know it's useless to carry a sword if you ain't gonna use it."asked the boy in a deeper voice than she thought he had.
Hope thought she could trust the boy, for some reason.He had,after all, saved her."Who are you?"she asked, trying to rid her dress of the blood uneffectively.
"Tom Williams, you?"he introduced himself and helped her up.
"Hope Sparrow."
"Sparrow?Really?Never knew Jack had a daughter."said the boy in wonder.
"You know him?"Hope asked excitedly.
"No, Hope, sorry.But I've heard of him, much like everyone else here. Wouldn't flag that name around so freely.Has a lot of enemies, that man does." warned Tom.
"Are you a pirate?"
"Kind of...I help my father on his raids, so I suppose I am."answered Tom, pulling his dagger coldly from the dead man's throat."Don't got the brand yet, though."
"Brand?"Hope asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Pirate's brand.All of them have it.A 'P' on their forearm.You ask a lot of questions, don't you.Tell me, why are you here?"
"Kidnapped."Said Hope, not willing to share any more information.Who knows, maybe even this boy would hold her for ransome.
Tom took her to a small basement of what he said was his parents' house, and gave her some food.He left for quite a while, during which time she slept a little.He returned with some comfortable clothes, and looked away while she changed.
It was still dark night outside and Tom and she were talking about pirates and the sea, when all of a sudden, a whole bunch of men burst in.Spotting the two children, they yelled horribly, and pulled their swords.
Tom grabbed Hope's hand, and they started running, around the pirates, out of the basement, and through the dangerous streets.
"I...thought you said...that was...your parents' basement..."said Hope while taking gigantic leaps to keep up with the older boy.
"I lied." He stated.and kept pulling her, the group of angry men after them, running, shouting.It was hard to move through the crowd, which was one huge mass of violence.Suddenly, Hope bumped into someone, who held her still. The boy's grip from her hand suddenly disappeared, but she reckognized the coat of who she bumped into, and groaned.