~ I hope you like it. I haven't gotten any reviews *sniffle*. Wow, I
thought PotC was supposed to be a scary movie in the first place.
Chapter Two: What's Going On Here?
I woke up, my back aching from lying on the ground. Then I noticed my hands and back were sticky. My vision was still blurry, but looking at my hand, covered in sticky blood, everything rushed back. The screams, the run, the gory mess we found, and my fainting. I screamed again, and jumped to my feet, looking for Jack. He was nowhere to be seen. "Jack? Jack?!," I screamed, turning in circles, hoping to catch a glance of him, maybe off, looking for a way to wake her, "JACK?!?! Where are you?!" I started running towards shore. It took me a few moments, but I finally got there. I saw Jack, just standing there, staring out at the ocean. "What's going on here?" I asked running up to him. He didn't say anything, just kept staring. When I looked towards where he was looking, I gasped. The boat we came in on was sinking. "OH MY GOD!!!" I screamed, rushing into the water. "How're we going to get out of here, Jack?" I screamed, watching as the boat went farther and farther under. I heard him mutter behind me. "Thank god it wasn't the Pearl.". I rushed back out of the water, and grabbed him about the collar. "How can you be thinking about that stupid boat now of all times?! How? You're fucking boat isn't here!!!" I was hysterical, and Jack saw that. He grabbed my hands, and kissed them. "Don't go crazy on me, dear, we both need to be quite sane to survive till another boat comes along." I burst into tears, and thrust myself into his chest. He held me, and sat us both down on the sand. "But Jack, what about whatever did that to that person back there?" I asked, suddenly full of dread, "Nothing human could do that, and it's still on the island!" He looked at me, his face full of fear. I know he was trying to hide it, to give me courage, but he was failing miserably.
"Well, first we have to find lodging," he said, looking out at the horizon, "It'll be dark soon." So after a few minutes of just sitting there in silence, we got up and headed back into the jungle. I looked behind us, and watched the rest of the boat finally go under.
~**~
We found a large opening at the foot of the small mountain not far from the shore. We traveled into it about fifty feet, but didn't go any farther, Jack saying, "We don't want to know if there's anything else sleeping with us tonight." I went out and gathered grass and leaves to make a bed for me and Jack to sleep on, while he gathered wood for a fire. We made a small fire, and cooked dinner from the provisions we had left from the lifeboat we used to get on the island. Jack still had his rifle, his pistol, and a box of matches. We had some rope, and the clothes on our backs. Jack had about one hundred rounds for the pistol and the rifle, just enough to allow us to hunt for about a week. It started raining that night, and I was glad we were in the cave next to a warm fire, lying in Jack's arms. We didn't say anything, just drifted off into sleep after an hour of silence.
~**~
There was a dull roar in the distance. I woke to find Jack's comforting warmth missing from behind me. I looked and saw he wasn't there anymore, but at the mouth of the cave. It was hard to tell with the raging storm, but I would say it was about three in the morning. I got up, and rubbing my arms from the chill, walked up behind him. "What is it?" I asked. He looked at me fleetingly, then back out into the storm. "Whatever it is, it's out there, hunting," he said, and I could hear his voice crack, "we better stay here for the rest of the night, but it's getting close. We'll have to find somewhere else to sleep for tomorrow, we might not be so lucky if we stay here again." I nodded, and watched the storm with him. We went back to sleep after a while, the pouring rain soothing our troubled minds to sleep.
~**~
.a thud, running behind me.I can hear it.it's catching up with me.I hear Jack scream. I look to my left.a dark creature is ripping him apart.I try to scream but nothing comes out of my mouth.I want to help, but I'm glued to the spot.I have to watch him die.it's turning towards me.it sprints at me.it jumps me, and I feel it's claws dig into my shoulders.it's teeth at my throat.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
I bolted to my feet, screaming. Jack was holding me, trying to calm me down, but I kept screaming. Finally I broke into sobs and told him what I was dreaming. He kissed me and hugged me and soothed me with his words, telling me it was just a nightmare, just a dream, he wasn't going to die, we weren't going to die. I gulped in air, and tried to calm myself. I finally managed to stop crying, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Jack rocked me back and forth in his arms like I was a child. It was comforting, and I eventually stopped shaking, too. We just sat there like that, me in his arms, him kissing me upon my head, trying to make me feel better. We finally got up to search for a new shelter. We went around for about an hour, searching nearly half the island. We didn't find any more places to hide. We finally stopped for lunch. We were eating, joking around, almost forgetting what was happening. Then we heard a deafening roar. I almost dropped my food, but unconsciously seized it firmly in a survival instinct. I looked at Jack, and he looked back at me. We grabbed our things, and ran. I heard it pounding the ground some yards away, searching for us. My dream from the night before flashed through my head, filling me with fear. We ran for as long as we could. I didn't know why it hadn't caught us yet. I knew in my heart it was quicker than this. Then I realized: it's playing with us. Toying with us, playing cat and mouse till it gets bored and finally eats us. I ran harder. I was running out of breath, and I couldn't hear Jack's labored breathing anymore. I turned my head for a second to see where he was, and tripped over a rock in my path, hitting my head on a root sticking out of the earth. I blacked out for a moment, but soon regained consciousness. I tried to stand, but found it difficult. I put a hand to my hand, and pulled it back, revealing blood. Jack came up behind me, grabbed my arm and threw it across his shoulders and helped me run again. Though we couldn't hear it anymore, we kept running. Jack finally stopped, catching his breath. I breathed a moment, then looked up and gasped. There were men surrounding us, spears ready to attack us with one wrong move.
~ Oooh, I'm starting to like this! ~
Chapter Two: What's Going On Here?
I woke up, my back aching from lying on the ground. Then I noticed my hands and back were sticky. My vision was still blurry, but looking at my hand, covered in sticky blood, everything rushed back. The screams, the run, the gory mess we found, and my fainting. I screamed again, and jumped to my feet, looking for Jack. He was nowhere to be seen. "Jack? Jack?!," I screamed, turning in circles, hoping to catch a glance of him, maybe off, looking for a way to wake her, "JACK?!?! Where are you?!" I started running towards shore. It took me a few moments, but I finally got there. I saw Jack, just standing there, staring out at the ocean. "What's going on here?" I asked running up to him. He didn't say anything, just kept staring. When I looked towards where he was looking, I gasped. The boat we came in on was sinking. "OH MY GOD!!!" I screamed, rushing into the water. "How're we going to get out of here, Jack?" I screamed, watching as the boat went farther and farther under. I heard him mutter behind me. "Thank god it wasn't the Pearl.". I rushed back out of the water, and grabbed him about the collar. "How can you be thinking about that stupid boat now of all times?! How? You're fucking boat isn't here!!!" I was hysterical, and Jack saw that. He grabbed my hands, and kissed them. "Don't go crazy on me, dear, we both need to be quite sane to survive till another boat comes along." I burst into tears, and thrust myself into his chest. He held me, and sat us both down on the sand. "But Jack, what about whatever did that to that person back there?" I asked, suddenly full of dread, "Nothing human could do that, and it's still on the island!" He looked at me, his face full of fear. I know he was trying to hide it, to give me courage, but he was failing miserably.
"Well, first we have to find lodging," he said, looking out at the horizon, "It'll be dark soon." So after a few minutes of just sitting there in silence, we got up and headed back into the jungle. I looked behind us, and watched the rest of the boat finally go under.
~**~
We found a large opening at the foot of the small mountain not far from the shore. We traveled into it about fifty feet, but didn't go any farther, Jack saying, "We don't want to know if there's anything else sleeping with us tonight." I went out and gathered grass and leaves to make a bed for me and Jack to sleep on, while he gathered wood for a fire. We made a small fire, and cooked dinner from the provisions we had left from the lifeboat we used to get on the island. Jack still had his rifle, his pistol, and a box of matches. We had some rope, and the clothes on our backs. Jack had about one hundred rounds for the pistol and the rifle, just enough to allow us to hunt for about a week. It started raining that night, and I was glad we were in the cave next to a warm fire, lying in Jack's arms. We didn't say anything, just drifted off into sleep after an hour of silence.
~**~
There was a dull roar in the distance. I woke to find Jack's comforting warmth missing from behind me. I looked and saw he wasn't there anymore, but at the mouth of the cave. It was hard to tell with the raging storm, but I would say it was about three in the morning. I got up, and rubbing my arms from the chill, walked up behind him. "What is it?" I asked. He looked at me fleetingly, then back out into the storm. "Whatever it is, it's out there, hunting," he said, and I could hear his voice crack, "we better stay here for the rest of the night, but it's getting close. We'll have to find somewhere else to sleep for tomorrow, we might not be so lucky if we stay here again." I nodded, and watched the storm with him. We went back to sleep after a while, the pouring rain soothing our troubled minds to sleep.
~**~
.a thud, running behind me.I can hear it.it's catching up with me.I hear Jack scream. I look to my left.a dark creature is ripping him apart.I try to scream but nothing comes out of my mouth.I want to help, but I'm glued to the spot.I have to watch him die.it's turning towards me.it sprints at me.it jumps me, and I feel it's claws dig into my shoulders.it's teeth at my throat.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
I bolted to my feet, screaming. Jack was holding me, trying to calm me down, but I kept screaming. Finally I broke into sobs and told him what I was dreaming. He kissed me and hugged me and soothed me with his words, telling me it was just a nightmare, just a dream, he wasn't going to die, we weren't going to die. I gulped in air, and tried to calm myself. I finally managed to stop crying, but I was shaking uncontrollably. Jack rocked me back and forth in his arms like I was a child. It was comforting, and I eventually stopped shaking, too. We just sat there like that, me in his arms, him kissing me upon my head, trying to make me feel better. We finally got up to search for a new shelter. We went around for about an hour, searching nearly half the island. We didn't find any more places to hide. We finally stopped for lunch. We were eating, joking around, almost forgetting what was happening. Then we heard a deafening roar. I almost dropped my food, but unconsciously seized it firmly in a survival instinct. I looked at Jack, and he looked back at me. We grabbed our things, and ran. I heard it pounding the ground some yards away, searching for us. My dream from the night before flashed through my head, filling me with fear. We ran for as long as we could. I didn't know why it hadn't caught us yet. I knew in my heart it was quicker than this. Then I realized: it's playing with us. Toying with us, playing cat and mouse till it gets bored and finally eats us. I ran harder. I was running out of breath, and I couldn't hear Jack's labored breathing anymore. I turned my head for a second to see where he was, and tripped over a rock in my path, hitting my head on a root sticking out of the earth. I blacked out for a moment, but soon regained consciousness. I tried to stand, but found it difficult. I put a hand to my hand, and pulled it back, revealing blood. Jack came up behind me, grabbed my arm and threw it across his shoulders and helped me run again. Though we couldn't hear it anymore, we kept running. Jack finally stopped, catching his breath. I breathed a moment, then looked up and gasped. There were men surrounding us, spears ready to attack us with one wrong move.
~ Oooh, I'm starting to like this! ~
