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Is the story draggy? Or is it alright? Anything I can do to improve it???
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CHAPTER 8
"Anamaria died. In a fight between pirates. The Black Pearl. And the White Raven. She did a courageous thing, to save Captain Jack Sparrow's life." Mr Gibbs replied. The rest of the crew remained silent.
Everything sank in. Why had Delora been so stupid? The day Anamaria swerved the ship. Wasn't that a sign of her jealousy?
"Oh come on. We need to get you changed." Jack said, changing the subject.
Jack kept silent in the chamber, opening a trunk at the end of the room. He took out a dress, a simple one. In the inside layer, it was a shade of dark purple, while on the outside layer, it was dark blue.
"How did you get that?" Delora asked.
Jack made no reply, and pushed Delora's hair back. He flung the dress on the ground and took a towel. "Um I can dry my hair myself." Delora said as Jack started to twist her hair.
"Well you're shivering. By the time you dry it, we'd be on the other side of the ocean." Jack replied.
Delora sighed and let Jack do the job. Jack pulled her wet dress down and she gasped. "Oh no no, other than that, nothing you'd remove from me." Delora backed away, and looked warily at Jack. "I can change myself." Delora said. She held her waist, unable to breathe.
Jack shook his head and loosened the corset. Delora heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Jack. "Um I'm alright now, so will you please just leave me here? I really am okay enough to change myself." Delora said. Without a warning, Jack pulled down the bodice and placed the dry dress on Delora.
Delora looked at Jack, too shocked for words. After that brief moment, she raised her hand and gave Jack a hard slap. "Did I deserve that?" Jack asked, folding his arms. Delora was still shocked and went outside.
"There ye are. Been needing some help. Would ye mind cleaning the deck and the rest of the ship?" Mr Gibbs asked.
"No, I don't mind." Delora said. She was handed a mop and rags, and after she went down to the brig, she silently muttered, "Just get me away from the steering wheel." She started cleaning the brig, and slowed down when she thought of Anamaria. It felt weird on the ship, being the only woman. Elizabeth wasn't there, and now Anamaria wasn't there. She wouldn't have minded if Anamaria and her were fighting for Jack, but it felt odd that she was just there alone, and suddenly feeling that Jack was so different. What if he had feelings for Anamaria, and was taking her for a substitute? After all, she had not known was exactly happened while that one year passed.
When she had finally finished the lower deck it was already evening. She started on the upper deck, and mopped the floor. "Goodness knows how long they haven't cleaned it." Delora muttered, and yawned. She finished her chores soon, and it was already midnight. She leaned against a wall and yawned, staring at the sky.
Someone pulled her into the captain's chambers, and Delora knew it was Jack. "What do you want?" Delora demanded, still embarrassed at the incident earlier that day.
"Well what do ye say, you and I, in bed..." Jack asked staring into Delora with his brown eyes. Delora looked at his eyes, then turned away.
"No. We shouldn't do this to Anamaria. After all, if you're treating me as a substitute, I'll rather not do it." Delora quickly said, and went out, closing the door behind her. She went to the lower deck and into an empty room. She crouched in a corner, and started to cry out. She was surprised that she could actually cry. Her bad temper - where had it gone? Where was the rash and curious nature of hers gone to? She felt really afraid. She soon cried herself to sleep...
Is the story draggy? Or is it alright? Anything I can do to improve it???
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CHAPTER 8
"Anamaria died. In a fight between pirates. The Black Pearl. And the White Raven. She did a courageous thing, to save Captain Jack Sparrow's life." Mr Gibbs replied. The rest of the crew remained silent.
Everything sank in. Why had Delora been so stupid? The day Anamaria swerved the ship. Wasn't that a sign of her jealousy?
"Oh come on. We need to get you changed." Jack said, changing the subject.
Jack kept silent in the chamber, opening a trunk at the end of the room. He took out a dress, a simple one. In the inside layer, it was a shade of dark purple, while on the outside layer, it was dark blue.
"How did you get that?" Delora asked.
Jack made no reply, and pushed Delora's hair back. He flung the dress on the ground and took a towel. "Um I can dry my hair myself." Delora said as Jack started to twist her hair.
"Well you're shivering. By the time you dry it, we'd be on the other side of the ocean." Jack replied.
Delora sighed and let Jack do the job. Jack pulled her wet dress down and she gasped. "Oh no no, other than that, nothing you'd remove from me." Delora backed away, and looked warily at Jack. "I can change myself." Delora said. She held her waist, unable to breathe.
Jack shook his head and loosened the corset. Delora heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Jack. "Um I'm alright now, so will you please just leave me here? I really am okay enough to change myself." Delora said. Without a warning, Jack pulled down the bodice and placed the dry dress on Delora.
Delora looked at Jack, too shocked for words. After that brief moment, she raised her hand and gave Jack a hard slap. "Did I deserve that?" Jack asked, folding his arms. Delora was still shocked and went outside.
"There ye are. Been needing some help. Would ye mind cleaning the deck and the rest of the ship?" Mr Gibbs asked.
"No, I don't mind." Delora said. She was handed a mop and rags, and after she went down to the brig, she silently muttered, "Just get me away from the steering wheel." She started cleaning the brig, and slowed down when she thought of Anamaria. It felt weird on the ship, being the only woman. Elizabeth wasn't there, and now Anamaria wasn't there. She wouldn't have minded if Anamaria and her were fighting for Jack, but it felt odd that she was just there alone, and suddenly feeling that Jack was so different. What if he had feelings for Anamaria, and was taking her for a substitute? After all, she had not known was exactly happened while that one year passed.
When she had finally finished the lower deck it was already evening. She started on the upper deck, and mopped the floor. "Goodness knows how long they haven't cleaned it." Delora muttered, and yawned. She finished her chores soon, and it was already midnight. She leaned against a wall and yawned, staring at the sky.
Someone pulled her into the captain's chambers, and Delora knew it was Jack. "What do you want?" Delora demanded, still embarrassed at the incident earlier that day.
"Well what do ye say, you and I, in bed..." Jack asked staring into Delora with his brown eyes. Delora looked at his eyes, then turned away.
"No. We shouldn't do this to Anamaria. After all, if you're treating me as a substitute, I'll rather not do it." Delora quickly said, and went out, closing the door behind her. She went to the lower deck and into an empty room. She crouched in a corner, and started to cry out. She was surprised that she could actually cry. Her bad temper - where had it gone? Where was the rash and curious nature of hers gone to? She felt really afraid. She soon cried herself to sleep...