Just thought I'd add the second chapter for anyone who's interested in
reading more.
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After a few hours, when we were completely out of sight of the walls of Port Royal, I let Gibbs take a turn with the wheel. Believe it or not, the events of the past month or so seemed to have taken a toll on me. I lay on the Pearl's best excuse for a bed and closed my eyes. That final sight of Will and Elizabeth standing together rested inside my eyelids, and no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't go away. "Jack, what's wrong with you?" I muttered aloud. Whenever that happened with images of dead men, it took the amount of time for a pistol to go off for it to leave my mind. Why wouldn't that couple go away? "Oh, I can think a lots a things wrong with ye, Jack." I opened my eyes and looked down the length of the bed to the doorway. Anamaria stood there, her hands on the stick of a mop, her head resting on those. She looked. different. "What're ye doin', standin' in my doorway? Yer supposed to be swabbing." Well, I'd assumed that from the mop. "It's no' like you to take a break from steerin'," she said, moving her head sideways, squinting, like my quarters were too dark for her to see into. "Ah, well..I suppose I got a wee bit tired." I shifted my position so my hands were behind my head and my feet were crossed. "Jack Sparrow, tired? No." She tossed the mop handle between her hands a few times. "Somethin's bothering you."
"Bothering me?" I don't know why I was getting defensive against her. "What could be botherin' me?" She got a huffy look on her face. "Fine, Jack. Back to swabbing, I guess it is, while you lie here, wasting away while the rest of us work." She stalked away, pushing the mop into the deck harder than she really had to. I settled back into my pillow and peered at the ocean through the open doorway. Off to the port side were some light grey clouds which I'm sure Gibbs had already spotted. Just slightly to the right of them was a small black blob with what looked like a stick in the middle of it. I dashed out of my quarters to the side of the Pearl. I gripped the wood hard, squinting, and there was no way that I could mistake it. It was a ship.
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Heh. a cliffhanger of sorts. Please R&R, I'd greatly appreciate feedback!
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After a few hours, when we were completely out of sight of the walls of Port Royal, I let Gibbs take a turn with the wheel. Believe it or not, the events of the past month or so seemed to have taken a toll on me. I lay on the Pearl's best excuse for a bed and closed my eyes. That final sight of Will and Elizabeth standing together rested inside my eyelids, and no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't go away. "Jack, what's wrong with you?" I muttered aloud. Whenever that happened with images of dead men, it took the amount of time for a pistol to go off for it to leave my mind. Why wouldn't that couple go away? "Oh, I can think a lots a things wrong with ye, Jack." I opened my eyes and looked down the length of the bed to the doorway. Anamaria stood there, her hands on the stick of a mop, her head resting on those. She looked. different. "What're ye doin', standin' in my doorway? Yer supposed to be swabbing." Well, I'd assumed that from the mop. "It's no' like you to take a break from steerin'," she said, moving her head sideways, squinting, like my quarters were too dark for her to see into. "Ah, well..I suppose I got a wee bit tired." I shifted my position so my hands were behind my head and my feet were crossed. "Jack Sparrow, tired? No." She tossed the mop handle between her hands a few times. "Somethin's bothering you."
"Bothering me?" I don't know why I was getting defensive against her. "What could be botherin' me?" She got a huffy look on her face. "Fine, Jack. Back to swabbing, I guess it is, while you lie here, wasting away while the rest of us work." She stalked away, pushing the mop into the deck harder than she really had to. I settled back into my pillow and peered at the ocean through the open doorway. Off to the port side were some light grey clouds which I'm sure Gibbs had already spotted. Just slightly to the right of them was a small black blob with what looked like a stick in the middle of it. I dashed out of my quarters to the side of the Pearl. I gripped the wood hard, squinting, and there was no way that I could mistake it. It was a ship.
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Heh. a cliffhanger of sorts. Please R&R, I'd greatly appreciate feedback!