2
"You are sentenced to walk to the Yard of Knives." Mayor Cran told Jack and Will.
Will looked to Jack.
"What's that?" He whispered.
Jack rolled his eyes.
"No good." He answered.
Both he and Will's arms were tied behind they're backs and marched past the shoreline and onto the sand dunes and dips of Yardhill.
"Yard of Knives hurts. They'll take away your boots and make you walk on blazing hot sands. If you survive it, they make you walk all the way back." Jack explained.
"And if you survive that?" Will questioned.
Jack looked to him.
"You won't. No one can. Its impossible." Jack replied flatly.
Will looked to him in slight fear.
"But surely you have a plan? You always do! Jack! What can we do?" Will panicked.
Jack felt himself thrust forward by the guardsman who was escorting him.
"Can't talk, Will. It's against ol' beefy's rules, here."
The guard scowled at Jack and tightened his grip on the pirate's arm.
"And that makes you oh, so more attractive," Jack replied, sarcastically.
They were frog-marched for a good twenty minutes before they were left at the edge of the Yardhill beach.
"Walk!" Instructed Mayor Cran.
Will looked to Jack. Jack looked to Will.
"WALK!" The mayor bellowed again.
Jack put a tentative foot out, and placed it flat down on the sand. He bit his lip and frowned as the burning sensation ran right up his shin and to his hip. He pulled his foot back.
"'Hurts," he mumbled to Will.
Will nodded and then did the same as Jack, though not as carefully. He let out a loud yelp of pain as the burning sands ripped into his foot and sent him jumping back in pain.
"We can't walk this!" He cried, stopping down to inspect his foot.
"No, but he can run," Jack whispered.
Will looked to Jack. The Pirate did have a plan after all.
"On my signal, we run." Jack continued.
"What's your signal?" Will asked, standing up, shakily.
"RUN!" Jack suddenly shouted, and he darted off across the sands.
It took Will a good few moments to work out that that had actually been the signal, but he was fast to follow as both he and Jack pelted across the blazing hot sand in a bid to escape. The guards and foot soldiers did not dare to follow them across the sands, but took to the cliff-path instead. Jack and Will were gone faster than any of them could hope to catch them, but there was no-where else to go, really, apart from the sea.
"Now where?" Will shouted as they reached the shoreline and faced the sea.
"Anywhere, swim, swim Will, swim!" Jack shouting, diving into the shallow pools.
"But where?" Will shouted.
Jack spluttered some response that Will could not make out, but still, he dove in after him and tried his best to follow. Jack had done it again. He'd escaped the Mayor, the guards and the foot soldiers. Now all they needed to do was escape the sea. That was going to be more difficult, the sea was rather large, after all, and they couldn't swim forever. When they were far enough away from the island, Jack turned to Will.
"Now we swim back to the island, though we have to go this way. There's another way in, Will. We have to go to the coves, past them and then we'll reach the south." Will frowned.
"But it's getting dark!" He shouted.
Jack tilted his head to one side.
"Its alright, Will, Sharks can't see in the dark. You won't get eaten." He replied sarcastically before swimming off and dipping under the water.
"Its not the sharks I'm worried about," Will murmured. "Its you."
His response was as equally sarcastic, but Will followed all the same. He wanted to get out of this mess and the only way of doing so was to follow the one who'd created it. Jack certainly did not have a plan, he just had a very good way of messing things up, that somehow worked to his advantage.
"You are sentenced to walk to the Yard of Knives." Mayor Cran told Jack and Will.
Will looked to Jack.
"What's that?" He whispered.
Jack rolled his eyes.
"No good." He answered.
Both he and Will's arms were tied behind they're backs and marched past the shoreline and onto the sand dunes and dips of Yardhill.
"Yard of Knives hurts. They'll take away your boots and make you walk on blazing hot sands. If you survive it, they make you walk all the way back." Jack explained.
"And if you survive that?" Will questioned.
Jack looked to him.
"You won't. No one can. Its impossible." Jack replied flatly.
Will looked to him in slight fear.
"But surely you have a plan? You always do! Jack! What can we do?" Will panicked.
Jack felt himself thrust forward by the guardsman who was escorting him.
"Can't talk, Will. It's against ol' beefy's rules, here."
The guard scowled at Jack and tightened his grip on the pirate's arm.
"And that makes you oh, so more attractive," Jack replied, sarcastically.
They were frog-marched for a good twenty minutes before they were left at the edge of the Yardhill beach.
"Walk!" Instructed Mayor Cran.
Will looked to Jack. Jack looked to Will.
"WALK!" The mayor bellowed again.
Jack put a tentative foot out, and placed it flat down on the sand. He bit his lip and frowned as the burning sensation ran right up his shin and to his hip. He pulled his foot back.
"'Hurts," he mumbled to Will.
Will nodded and then did the same as Jack, though not as carefully. He let out a loud yelp of pain as the burning sands ripped into his foot and sent him jumping back in pain.
"We can't walk this!" He cried, stopping down to inspect his foot.
"No, but he can run," Jack whispered.
Will looked to Jack. The Pirate did have a plan after all.
"On my signal, we run." Jack continued.
"What's your signal?" Will asked, standing up, shakily.
"RUN!" Jack suddenly shouted, and he darted off across the sands.
It took Will a good few moments to work out that that had actually been the signal, but he was fast to follow as both he and Jack pelted across the blazing hot sand in a bid to escape. The guards and foot soldiers did not dare to follow them across the sands, but took to the cliff-path instead. Jack and Will were gone faster than any of them could hope to catch them, but there was no-where else to go, really, apart from the sea.
"Now where?" Will shouted as they reached the shoreline and faced the sea.
"Anywhere, swim, swim Will, swim!" Jack shouting, diving into the shallow pools.
"But where?" Will shouted.
Jack spluttered some response that Will could not make out, but still, he dove in after him and tried his best to follow. Jack had done it again. He'd escaped the Mayor, the guards and the foot soldiers. Now all they needed to do was escape the sea. That was going to be more difficult, the sea was rather large, after all, and they couldn't swim forever. When they were far enough away from the island, Jack turned to Will.
"Now we swim back to the island, though we have to go this way. There's another way in, Will. We have to go to the coves, past them and then we'll reach the south." Will frowned.
"But it's getting dark!" He shouted.
Jack tilted his head to one side.
"Its alright, Will, Sharks can't see in the dark. You won't get eaten." He replied sarcastically before swimming off and dipping under the water.
"Its not the sharks I'm worried about," Will murmured. "Its you."
His response was as equally sarcastic, but Will followed all the same. He wanted to get out of this mess and the only way of doing so was to follow the one who'd created it. Jack certainly did not have a plan, he just had a very good way of messing things up, that somehow worked to his advantage.