'This breeze feels so nice,' she thought. She was under a cobblestone
tunnel with a view of the ocean. 'I really wish citizens were allowed down
here.' She sighed. She looked out to the ocean and imagined seeing the
Black Pearl, that she had heard so many stories about, sailing into the
port with it's tattered black sails swaying through the wind. 'Hopefully
there will not be any guards patrolling this early.'
Little did she know, two guards were behind her performing their usual duties. They were to repeatedly scale the perimeter of the cobblestone tunnel.
Fortunately, for now, Chase was out of sight.
She would never have been spotted until, ten minutes later, she stopped at the edge to take in the extraordinary view and daydreamed about another one of her pirate fantasies.
As the guards neared, they finally caught sight of her.
"Jacques, look! A lady!"
"Why Peyton, you're right! And you know who that is? Will Turner's little rascal, Chase."
Jacques squinted his eyes to focus on her more closely. "Ah, and it is!" He paused for a moment to think. "Wait, she isn't supposed to be down here!"
"Oh bloody hell, you're right! CHASE TURNER!"
Chase looked up in surprise.
"Yes?" Only then did she realize they were running towards her. She screamed and sprinted away as fast as she could.
They pursued her for a minute or two, and then she came to a sharp corner. When she turned it, though, she was not running anymore. She felt a pair of hands grab her around the waist and she jolted to the side, into a hidden crevice. As much as she tried to scream, she couldn't; a hand was covering her mouth.
Little did she know, two guards were behind her performing their usual duties. They were to repeatedly scale the perimeter of the cobblestone tunnel.
Fortunately, for now, Chase was out of sight.
She would never have been spotted until, ten minutes later, she stopped at the edge to take in the extraordinary view and daydreamed about another one of her pirate fantasies.
As the guards neared, they finally caught sight of her.
"Jacques, look! A lady!"
"Why Peyton, you're right! And you know who that is? Will Turner's little rascal, Chase."
Jacques squinted his eyes to focus on her more closely. "Ah, and it is!" He paused for a moment to think. "Wait, she isn't supposed to be down here!"
"Oh bloody hell, you're right! CHASE TURNER!"
Chase looked up in surprise.
"Yes?" Only then did she realize they were running towards her. She screamed and sprinted away as fast as she could.
They pursued her for a minute or two, and then she came to a sharp corner. When she turned it, though, she was not running anymore. She felt a pair of hands grab her around the waist and she jolted to the side, into a hidden crevice. As much as she tried to scream, she couldn't; a hand was covering her mouth.