Sorry didn't update yesterday. Was busy at a math lecture. (5 hours, oh gee). watched PotC for the fourth time today! so yeah, the next chapter...
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CHAPTER 10
"Well, well, what do we find? A woman on board wearing dresses!" one of the burly-looking pirates said. Delora backed away, and trembled. Oh hell, two idiots there. The darn luck.
As they advanced towards her, Delora backed away faster, and as their swords struck her, she had a cut on her left arm and her right leg. Delora started dodging their attacks, praying that somehow they would just die. She didn't know how to use a sword, which was a terrible factor for her.
However there was something she learnt when she was 13, a year after her parents died. Whenever the kids from Anatole Island tease, bullied or beat her up, due to her small size, she could easily...
Delora ducked down and swept her leg along the floor. The two pirates fell down, and Delora took out her sword, slashing it into the first pirate. She gasped at what she did, and simply dropped the sword. She was afraid. She had killed someone.
The second pirate got up, and started advancing towards her. "I don't care if you can kill, puppet, you're going to be killed by me anyway." the pirate said.
Delora panicked. But behind her, Jack suddenly came and killed the second pirate. Delora fainted.
When Delora awoke, she was on the bed, and she could hear swords clashing outside, and guns firing... Had the fight not ended? She tried getting up, but her arm was hurt and so was her leg. Damn the two bloody pirates. Her sword was still lying on the floor, along with the two pirates.
"We'll be sending you to Davy Jones' locker." Jack said, pointing his pistol at the last standing pirate of the enemy ship. Delora heard the pistol go off, and she jumped. There was a splash in the water. She heard the pirates cheering. And they went to the opposite ship. Plundering. Delora sank back down to the bed. It was over.
A moment later, Jack came into the room lifting the upper half of her body up.
"What?" Delora managed.
"Ye alright, luv?" Jack asked.
Delora made no response and closed her eyes. She was too exhausted for words. Jack lifted her to her feet and nudged her awake to bring her to wash her wounds again. Delora groaned. "Jack, not the wounds." she pleaded.
Jack ignored her plead and dragged her to the sink. He splashed water onto her wounds and she let her tears flow. The cut was deeper than the last time, and it hurt doubly. She breathed a sigh of relief after Jack turned the tap off. But she went tense again after Jack started splashing water on her leg. She thanked God that it was the lower half of the leg and not the top half. She was, however, worried about the dress. The dress had been cut as well, and stained with blood.
Delora closed her eyes when it was done. She was starting to sink onto the floor, but Jack dragged her back outside into the chambers. Jack put Delora on the bed and dried her wounds. "Next time, don't look at the dead bodies. I'll teach you sword-fighting next time." Jack said, a little harsher than he intended.
"Sorry." Delora quietly said.
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CHAPTER 10
"Well, well, what do we find? A woman on board wearing dresses!" one of the burly-looking pirates said. Delora backed away, and trembled. Oh hell, two idiots there. The darn luck.
As they advanced towards her, Delora backed away faster, and as their swords struck her, she had a cut on her left arm and her right leg. Delora started dodging their attacks, praying that somehow they would just die. She didn't know how to use a sword, which was a terrible factor for her.
However there was something she learnt when she was 13, a year after her parents died. Whenever the kids from Anatole Island tease, bullied or beat her up, due to her small size, she could easily...
Delora ducked down and swept her leg along the floor. The two pirates fell down, and Delora took out her sword, slashing it into the first pirate. She gasped at what she did, and simply dropped the sword. She was afraid. She had killed someone.
The second pirate got up, and started advancing towards her. "I don't care if you can kill, puppet, you're going to be killed by me anyway." the pirate said.
Delora panicked. But behind her, Jack suddenly came and killed the second pirate. Delora fainted.
When Delora awoke, she was on the bed, and she could hear swords clashing outside, and guns firing... Had the fight not ended? She tried getting up, but her arm was hurt and so was her leg. Damn the two bloody pirates. Her sword was still lying on the floor, along with the two pirates.
"We'll be sending you to Davy Jones' locker." Jack said, pointing his pistol at the last standing pirate of the enemy ship. Delora heard the pistol go off, and she jumped. There was a splash in the water. She heard the pirates cheering. And they went to the opposite ship. Plundering. Delora sank back down to the bed. It was over.
A moment later, Jack came into the room lifting the upper half of her body up.
"What?" Delora managed.
"Ye alright, luv?" Jack asked.
Delora made no response and closed her eyes. She was too exhausted for words. Jack lifted her to her feet and nudged her awake to bring her to wash her wounds again. Delora groaned. "Jack, not the wounds." she pleaded.
Jack ignored her plead and dragged her to the sink. He splashed water onto her wounds and she let her tears flow. The cut was deeper than the last time, and it hurt doubly. She breathed a sigh of relief after Jack turned the tap off. But she went tense again after Jack started splashing water on her leg. She thanked God that it was the lower half of the leg and not the top half. She was, however, worried about the dress. The dress had been cut as well, and stained with blood.
Delora closed her eyes when it was done. She was starting to sink onto the floor, but Jack dragged her back outside into the chambers. Jack put Delora on the bed and dried her wounds. "Next time, don't look at the dead bodies. I'll teach you sword-fighting next time." Jack said, a little harsher than he intended.
"Sorry." Delora quietly said.