Disclamer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean
A/N: I will not be able to update until after Christmas due to vacations in computer-less territory and obviously, the holiday rush. Merry Christmas everyone!!
To: Lyra Silvertongue 13: thank you so much for your reviews and constructive criticism! I love hearing what you have to say about this fic! Your reviews have helped me improve my story and I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say about this chapter.
Chapter 4
The Black Pearl stood moored, not to far from the shore, ready to set sail, come morning. The port was still. Not a soul was around there at that time of night, save the tired old guard.
You could hear the calm movement of the waves, the slow rustle of the trees and a few rowdy shouts from the barroom close by. Every so often a bird would fly overhead cawing to the world below. On that peaceful night, one could not imagine the world coming to life again. One could not imagine time, nor distance. All that existed and all that mattered was the soft tranquility of the nature around one at that very second.
Suddenly, and uninvited, a shadow crept across the pale moonlight, a small shadow of a boy of around thirteen. Slowly he crept to a rowboat and rowed out onto the water. Once he came to the Black Pearl, he tossed up a rope with a hook on the end and climbed aboard.
* * * * * A/N: ok. I know it's short. ok I admit it; it's pathetically short but I once I finally broke though my writers block (which I get often) this is what came out. Another, hopefully longer chapter is coming up next.
A/N: I will not be able to update until after Christmas due to vacations in computer-less territory and obviously, the holiday rush. Merry Christmas everyone!!
To: Lyra Silvertongue 13: thank you so much for your reviews and constructive criticism! I love hearing what you have to say about this fic! Your reviews have helped me improve my story and I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to say about this chapter.
Chapter 4
The Black Pearl stood moored, not to far from the shore, ready to set sail, come morning. The port was still. Not a soul was around there at that time of night, save the tired old guard.
You could hear the calm movement of the waves, the slow rustle of the trees and a few rowdy shouts from the barroom close by. Every so often a bird would fly overhead cawing to the world below. On that peaceful night, one could not imagine the world coming to life again. One could not imagine time, nor distance. All that existed and all that mattered was the soft tranquility of the nature around one at that very second.
Suddenly, and uninvited, a shadow crept across the pale moonlight, a small shadow of a boy of around thirteen. Slowly he crept to a rowboat and rowed out onto the water. Once he came to the Black Pearl, he tossed up a rope with a hook on the end and climbed aboard.
* * * * * A/N: ok. I know it's short. ok I admit it; it's pathetically short but I once I finally broke though my writers block (which I get often) this is what came out. Another, hopefully longer chapter is coming up next.