Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 7
Six o'clock, bright and early. The bell rang loud six times. Bonne rolled out of bed. Rolled could be the only word as he fell flat on his but on the hard wood floor. He pulled on his pants and shirt and grabbed his jacket as he walked out the door. Out in the star where the five hallways met was a large basin of water with different levles of water and wash towels neatly piled around ready for use. He washed his face slowly because the water was cold and he was not yet awake. Hopefully the puffyness from under his eyes would go away. He had had a long night talking to Sir Wollcombe. He had not had beer to drink. Out from under his shirt came his necklace. He quickly stuffed the medalion back in his shirt and hurried out to the courtyard to join the congregation.
Captain Bosch stood at the bell. He was not old, but not young, he was not tall, but not short, his hair was not light but not dark. His face though was stern, not soft.
"Gentlemen. I hope you had a good night. I know that some of you most certainly did." said the captain, pausing for dramatic effect. Late comers strolled in, quite more disheaveled. Even more late comers came in, dressed properly.
"Some of you seem to have taken your liberty last night quite abit too far. Some of you went rampaging, most likely intoxinated, around Prot Royal and have disgraced our Academy, before classes have even begun!" he began again. The students shuffled around and some looked down just realising quite how fascinating their shoes were.
Tate quickly put his hand in his pocket. They were still red. He had barely gotten dressed and outside this morning, and had not had time to wash his hands since he had been throwing up the whole time. He felt disgusting and dirty. He would be caught. They all would. The King's Men always got their man. But all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't prepare him for his punishment.
Tate, Thomas and Solomon, waited nervously outside Sir Wollcombe's office. Captain Bosch opened the door. To their surprise smoke wafted out of the room and they saw Sir Wollcombe himself sitting on a large pillow on his desk, with his legs crossed and palms facing up like a diety himself. It was an odd site indeed.
"Pardon me Sir, but I have the three young houligans here for their punishment Sir." interupted Captain Bosch.
"Very well, send them in." said Sir Wollcombe opening one eye. "Aha, this must be the late Master Tate if I'm not wrong. You look just like your brother."
Tate blushed slightly but quickly turned pale again. He swallowed. He had nothing he could say. This was it.
Sir Wollcombe looked towards Captain Bosch, "Well I think we should lock these young ruffrians up for two nights, do you not concure Captain?" he did not wait for a response, "Now leave us, I will have a little talk with them now." he said as he got up off his desk. He paced around untill Captain Bosch left the room with a smart salute and bow. He immediately sat down on his cushion the moment the door clicked shut. "Dreadful man that Captain, no personality what so ever. All work and no fun. So what do you kids have to say for yourselves?"
They opened their mouthes to begin but were interupted "I let you kids go off easy you know. I let you of real nice and easy. Make a fool of the King's Navy I will. They'll have to clean up this whole mess of yours while you sit nice and cool in a jail cell."
They opened their mouthes and gaped. It was genius. It was brilliant. It was so nice of him.
"But... why?" Solomon ventured to ask "Why us?"
"Well you kids are lucky you picked the right ones to be friends with. I talked to your brother yesterday night Tate, brilliant boy. He'll become something I tell you and I don't mean no Commodore or Governor. He's a regular genius. Not too fond of Britain though. Much like myself. I'v always been sceptical of those things that you hear about but never see. Or one person having so much power. Its not right. But now I'm rambling on. Go on and have a nice couple of easy days, but don't tell the others I'm such a softy, might turn Port Royal into a bloody Tortuga, now there's a town that you kids can paint red any day."
Chapter 7
Six o'clock, bright and early. The bell rang loud six times. Bonne rolled out of bed. Rolled could be the only word as he fell flat on his but on the hard wood floor. He pulled on his pants and shirt and grabbed his jacket as he walked out the door. Out in the star where the five hallways met was a large basin of water with different levles of water and wash towels neatly piled around ready for use. He washed his face slowly because the water was cold and he was not yet awake. Hopefully the puffyness from under his eyes would go away. He had had a long night talking to Sir Wollcombe. He had not had beer to drink. Out from under his shirt came his necklace. He quickly stuffed the medalion back in his shirt and hurried out to the courtyard to join the congregation.
Captain Bosch stood at the bell. He was not old, but not young, he was not tall, but not short, his hair was not light but not dark. His face though was stern, not soft.
"Gentlemen. I hope you had a good night. I know that some of you most certainly did." said the captain, pausing for dramatic effect. Late comers strolled in, quite more disheaveled. Even more late comers came in, dressed properly.
"Some of you seem to have taken your liberty last night quite abit too far. Some of you went rampaging, most likely intoxinated, around Prot Royal and have disgraced our Academy, before classes have even begun!" he began again. The students shuffled around and some looked down just realising quite how fascinating their shoes were.
Tate quickly put his hand in his pocket. They were still red. He had barely gotten dressed and outside this morning, and had not had time to wash his hands since he had been throwing up the whole time. He felt disgusting and dirty. He would be caught. They all would. The King's Men always got their man. But all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't prepare him for his punishment.
Tate, Thomas and Solomon, waited nervously outside Sir Wollcombe's office. Captain Bosch opened the door. To their surprise smoke wafted out of the room and they saw Sir Wollcombe himself sitting on a large pillow on his desk, with his legs crossed and palms facing up like a diety himself. It was an odd site indeed.
"Pardon me Sir, but I have the three young houligans here for their punishment Sir." interupted Captain Bosch.
"Very well, send them in." said Sir Wollcombe opening one eye. "Aha, this must be the late Master Tate if I'm not wrong. You look just like your brother."
Tate blushed slightly but quickly turned pale again. He swallowed. He had nothing he could say. This was it.
Sir Wollcombe looked towards Captain Bosch, "Well I think we should lock these young ruffrians up for two nights, do you not concure Captain?" he did not wait for a response, "Now leave us, I will have a little talk with them now." he said as he got up off his desk. He paced around untill Captain Bosch left the room with a smart salute and bow. He immediately sat down on his cushion the moment the door clicked shut. "Dreadful man that Captain, no personality what so ever. All work and no fun. So what do you kids have to say for yourselves?"
They opened their mouthes to begin but were interupted "I let you kids go off easy you know. I let you of real nice and easy. Make a fool of the King's Navy I will. They'll have to clean up this whole mess of yours while you sit nice and cool in a jail cell."
They opened their mouthes and gaped. It was genius. It was brilliant. It was so nice of him.
"But... why?" Solomon ventured to ask "Why us?"
"Well you kids are lucky you picked the right ones to be friends with. I talked to your brother yesterday night Tate, brilliant boy. He'll become something I tell you and I don't mean no Commodore or Governor. He's a regular genius. Not too fond of Britain though. Much like myself. I'v always been sceptical of those things that you hear about but never see. Or one person having so much power. Its not right. But now I'm rambling on. Go on and have a nice couple of easy days, but don't tell the others I'm such a softy, might turn Port Royal into a bloody Tortuga, now there's a town that you kids can paint red any day."