I am SO sorry that I have not updated in so long. I've just had a terrible
week. My dad had a heart-attack, and I have been at the hospital for most
of the week. But anyway, he's home now, and I finally have some time to
relax. Please enjoy chapter 11....
The crew begins at once to get ready to make way again as you stand, rooted to the spot, on the deck, staring back into the fog, half expecting the cursed pirates to emerge from under the water in skeleton form, ready to tear you from limb to limb. Shaking the thought away, you head down the deck, where you see Will and Elizabeth start to head down to the lower levels. Before they descend, however, Gibbs stops them,
"Will, d'ya think that ye can give me a hand 'ere? These sails are bein' mighty stubborn!" Gibbs impatiently tugs at a few ropes near the bow. Will pauses, and then finally nods in agreement. Turning to you, Will asks,
"Violet, could you take Elizabeth below until I can come down myself?" Shrugging, you reply,
"OK." Smiling at Elizabeth, you motion for her to descend below decks, and you follow soon after her. It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust to the atmosphere of the lower level, seeing as how all of the portholes which reveal the outside have been shut.
Hearing Elizabeth give a shaky sigh, you turn your attention back towards her. Her hair, still damp, falls across the shoulders of her dark red dress that had been given to her by Barbossa. You notice that she still clutches her hand that had been cut.
"Oh!" you start, " Sorry!" You then head towards the crates of supplies toward the back of the large cabin area. Grabbing a long piece of cloth, you walk back towards Elizabeth and hand her the cloth.
"Thank you," she smiles as she starts to wrap her hand. Looking about her surroundings, she finds a nearby table, and sits herself beside it, whilst wrapping her hand. The table holds the only light source in the whole room; two candles which are nearly burnt out. You slowly sit opposite her, rapping your knuckles on the table the same way that you do to your desk at school. You smile to yourself, as she gives a sigh of frustration when the bandage wrapped around her hand falls limply from it's knot. As she tiredly starts to tie the knot again, she speaks to you, seemingly to fill the awkward silence,
"So...Violet, where exactly do you call home?" Uh....how do you answer that? You nervously reply,
"Uh...nowhere really." She stops her bandaging a moment to gaze at you curiously,
"Nowehere? How can you not live anywhere?" Boy does she have some tough ones!
"Well...right now, I guess I live on the Interceptor." Smiling feebly, you hope that you sound convincing.
"So..you're a pirate then, is that it? Like the rest of them?" she asks as she nods toward the upper deck. "I don't see a pirate brand on you wrist." She glances down at you wrist that lies on the table. Sitting up straighter than you were before, you reply smartly,
"Well, that's because I've never been caught." You can't help but feel a bit full of yourself right now.
"So you ARE a pirate?" Elizabeth questions again. Studying your nails nonchalantly, you drawl with a sort of pride in your voice,
"You could say that." You're almost tempted to add that you are the child of Blackbeard, but then you don't want to sound TOO full of yourself. After all, it's a pack of lies anyway.
"You know when I was a young girl, I had a sort of fascination about pirates," Elizabeth begins as she finally ties a strict knot in the bandage around her palm. "I used to drive my father mad when I would run about the house pretending that I was a pirate, acting like a ruffian. I used to get myself into quite a lot of trouble." She laughs as she speaks this and you can't help but laugh with her. You used to do the same exact thing. Her smile quickly disappears though as it is replaced by a frown. "Of course I can't stand them now. Vile and dissolute creatures the lot of them!" She then looks at you with an apologetic face, "Oh, Violet, I meant not to offend you!" You smile assuredly and reply,
"It, OK. But I gotta say one thing. Not all pirates are bad. I mean, just because you get kidnapped by a pirates-"
"And threatened!" You can only guess that she means Jack.
"He saved your life, you know." You say softly. The fire in her eyes seems to diminish a bit as you say this. A moment of silence falls on you again until Elizabeth gives yet another cry of frustration. Her bandage has come loose again.
"When Will comes down, he should be able to help you with that," you say as you nod towards her hand. No sooner do you say this, when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs from behind. You turn around to see Will approach. Both he and Elizabeth stare at one another for a while before you clear your throat impatiently. Being jerked out of his love-struck trance, he turns to you and says,
"Gibbs wished me to tell you that it is now your shift to work on deck." Sighing inwardly, you rise from your chair and retort,
"Alrighty then, I'll go. Have a nice chat about the medallion, you two!" You don't need to turn around to know that they both have looks of confusion on their faces.
Climbing back on deck, you see that you have now sailed considerably far out to sea, and that the fog has lifted, revealing a deep blue sky. The crew bustles about the deck, doing their daily routine.
"Lass," Gibbs shouts at you from the front of the ship, "You'll be takin' yer spot near the back!" Whistling 'A Pirate's Life For Me' extremely off key, you head towards your usual spot near the back of the ship to continue your job of tightening the ropes connected to one of the smaller sails located just under the bigger ones. As you mindlessly do your work, your mind wanders. You think about how much you hate your dress. It is so thick and hot, and you wish that you had you regular, comfy clothes on again. Too bad you left them on Tortuga. You don't mind so much about looking stupid anymore. The heat is enough to drive one mad. Your hair blows into your eyes as a slight breeze picks up. Looking up, you see, off in the distance, a heavy fog forming......Your heart drops as you see the Black Pearl emerge from it like a ghost ship.
Thank you for reading chapter 11. I know that it was kinda short, but I am so tired out from this week. I'll be updating next Monday night, so by Tuesday morning, chapter 12 should be up. And judging on what's coming up next, it'll be a long one. Anyway, thanks again for reading this, amd pleas e don't forget to revirew!
The crew begins at once to get ready to make way again as you stand, rooted to the spot, on the deck, staring back into the fog, half expecting the cursed pirates to emerge from under the water in skeleton form, ready to tear you from limb to limb. Shaking the thought away, you head down the deck, where you see Will and Elizabeth start to head down to the lower levels. Before they descend, however, Gibbs stops them,
"Will, d'ya think that ye can give me a hand 'ere? These sails are bein' mighty stubborn!" Gibbs impatiently tugs at a few ropes near the bow. Will pauses, and then finally nods in agreement. Turning to you, Will asks,
"Violet, could you take Elizabeth below until I can come down myself?" Shrugging, you reply,
"OK." Smiling at Elizabeth, you motion for her to descend below decks, and you follow soon after her. It takes awhile for your eyes to adjust to the atmosphere of the lower level, seeing as how all of the portholes which reveal the outside have been shut.
Hearing Elizabeth give a shaky sigh, you turn your attention back towards her. Her hair, still damp, falls across the shoulders of her dark red dress that had been given to her by Barbossa. You notice that she still clutches her hand that had been cut.
"Oh!" you start, " Sorry!" You then head towards the crates of supplies toward the back of the large cabin area. Grabbing a long piece of cloth, you walk back towards Elizabeth and hand her the cloth.
"Thank you," she smiles as she starts to wrap her hand. Looking about her surroundings, she finds a nearby table, and sits herself beside it, whilst wrapping her hand. The table holds the only light source in the whole room; two candles which are nearly burnt out. You slowly sit opposite her, rapping your knuckles on the table the same way that you do to your desk at school. You smile to yourself, as she gives a sigh of frustration when the bandage wrapped around her hand falls limply from it's knot. As she tiredly starts to tie the knot again, she speaks to you, seemingly to fill the awkward silence,
"So...Violet, where exactly do you call home?" Uh....how do you answer that? You nervously reply,
"Uh...nowhere really." She stops her bandaging a moment to gaze at you curiously,
"Nowehere? How can you not live anywhere?" Boy does she have some tough ones!
"Well...right now, I guess I live on the Interceptor." Smiling feebly, you hope that you sound convincing.
"So..you're a pirate then, is that it? Like the rest of them?" she asks as she nods toward the upper deck. "I don't see a pirate brand on you wrist." She glances down at you wrist that lies on the table. Sitting up straighter than you were before, you reply smartly,
"Well, that's because I've never been caught." You can't help but feel a bit full of yourself right now.
"So you ARE a pirate?" Elizabeth questions again. Studying your nails nonchalantly, you drawl with a sort of pride in your voice,
"You could say that." You're almost tempted to add that you are the child of Blackbeard, but then you don't want to sound TOO full of yourself. After all, it's a pack of lies anyway.
"You know when I was a young girl, I had a sort of fascination about pirates," Elizabeth begins as she finally ties a strict knot in the bandage around her palm. "I used to drive my father mad when I would run about the house pretending that I was a pirate, acting like a ruffian. I used to get myself into quite a lot of trouble." She laughs as she speaks this and you can't help but laugh with her. You used to do the same exact thing. Her smile quickly disappears though as it is replaced by a frown. "Of course I can't stand them now. Vile and dissolute creatures the lot of them!" She then looks at you with an apologetic face, "Oh, Violet, I meant not to offend you!" You smile assuredly and reply,
"It, OK. But I gotta say one thing. Not all pirates are bad. I mean, just because you get kidnapped by a pirates-"
"And threatened!" You can only guess that she means Jack.
"He saved your life, you know." You say softly. The fire in her eyes seems to diminish a bit as you say this. A moment of silence falls on you again until Elizabeth gives yet another cry of frustration. Her bandage has come loose again.
"When Will comes down, he should be able to help you with that," you say as you nod towards her hand. No sooner do you say this, when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs from behind. You turn around to see Will approach. Both he and Elizabeth stare at one another for a while before you clear your throat impatiently. Being jerked out of his love-struck trance, he turns to you and says,
"Gibbs wished me to tell you that it is now your shift to work on deck." Sighing inwardly, you rise from your chair and retort,
"Alrighty then, I'll go. Have a nice chat about the medallion, you two!" You don't need to turn around to know that they both have looks of confusion on their faces.
Climbing back on deck, you see that you have now sailed considerably far out to sea, and that the fog has lifted, revealing a deep blue sky. The crew bustles about the deck, doing their daily routine.
"Lass," Gibbs shouts at you from the front of the ship, "You'll be takin' yer spot near the back!" Whistling 'A Pirate's Life For Me' extremely off key, you head towards your usual spot near the back of the ship to continue your job of tightening the ropes connected to one of the smaller sails located just under the bigger ones. As you mindlessly do your work, your mind wanders. You think about how much you hate your dress. It is so thick and hot, and you wish that you had you regular, comfy clothes on again. Too bad you left them on Tortuga. You don't mind so much about looking stupid anymore. The heat is enough to drive one mad. Your hair blows into your eyes as a slight breeze picks up. Looking up, you see, off in the distance, a heavy fog forming......Your heart drops as you see the Black Pearl emerge from it like a ghost ship.
Thank you for reading chapter 11. I know that it was kinda short, but I am so tired out from this week. I'll be updating next Monday night, so by Tuesday morning, chapter 12 should be up. And judging on what's coming up next, it'll be a long one. Anyway, thanks again for reading this, amd pleas e don't forget to revirew!