Pirates of the Carribean: The Path to Darkness
Chapter 8
The three of them sat there in the cell with just an old bone. The dog had long gone, it had died and the Commodore had let to train a new so the Officer was in charge of the keys. Bloody shame.
"I'll come back and get you out two days from the morning." said the Officer.
"Can we get some food in here?" asked Solomon grinning.
The Officer hit the bars and the three laughed, "You're lucky if I'll be a lettin' you out of here!" he growled quite angry.
"Of course, but an hounourable uniformed man such as yourself would surley let us out on time...unless of course you're busy with the rest of the Navy scrubing the decks."
"Show some respect youngster. I am Officer Lewis, I can leave you in here as long as I please." said Officer Lewis who's anger was growing.
"You're not Officer Lewis!" said Tate quickly and shocked "Unless of course you've lost alot of weight!" remembering the fat slurring man who had got them into this mess in the beginning.
"That would be my father, and that would be enough." said Officer Lewis fuming now and storming out of dreary hallway.
They laughed but in a corner of their minds they wondered if the maltempered officer would indeed let them out again. They chatted together untill the night was pitch black. They were interupted by angry voice, and the yells of other prisoners, but as the red sun rose, the halls became deadly silent and they drifted into sleep.
They slept and joked around the next twenty-four hours. They scratched their names on the walls with pebles and continued to write things such as 'Lewis is a louse' and 'S.O.S.'. The morning they were to be set free they slept in, no point of rushing back to classes. They got up and stretched, sleeping on the stone floor had left them sore and Thomas couldn't turn his neck.
"Hey, Officer Lewis! You can come and let us out now!" Solomon yelled through the bars grinning from ear to ear "Officer?"
Officer Lewis did not come. No one came. The prison was quiet the whole day. Not even the wind mad a sound. It was a still humid day. The time ticked away slowly and the waiting was eating them up.
Darkness had set again, they groaned and moaned and would randomly yell out for someone to come and let them out so they could go back home and to a real bed.
"Someone, please get me out of here!!" yelled Thomas banging his head on the metal bars.
This last plead was answered by large booms. They ran to the small window only to view bursts of lights and loud thuds and explosions coming from what could only be a ship in the harbour of Port Royal. A small explosion and they were lying on the floor. A canon ball had broken through the wall and throught two others, leaving them covered in debris and shaking. Solomon lay on the ground tears streaming down his eyes, in shock.
Chapter 8
The three of them sat there in the cell with just an old bone. The dog had long gone, it had died and the Commodore had let to train a new so the Officer was in charge of the keys. Bloody shame.
"I'll come back and get you out two days from the morning." said the Officer.
"Can we get some food in here?" asked Solomon grinning.
The Officer hit the bars and the three laughed, "You're lucky if I'll be a lettin' you out of here!" he growled quite angry.
"Of course, but an hounourable uniformed man such as yourself would surley let us out on time...unless of course you're busy with the rest of the Navy scrubing the decks."
"Show some respect youngster. I am Officer Lewis, I can leave you in here as long as I please." said Officer Lewis who's anger was growing.
"You're not Officer Lewis!" said Tate quickly and shocked "Unless of course you've lost alot of weight!" remembering the fat slurring man who had got them into this mess in the beginning.
"That would be my father, and that would be enough." said Officer Lewis fuming now and storming out of dreary hallway.
They laughed but in a corner of their minds they wondered if the maltempered officer would indeed let them out again. They chatted together untill the night was pitch black. They were interupted by angry voice, and the yells of other prisoners, but as the red sun rose, the halls became deadly silent and they drifted into sleep.
They slept and joked around the next twenty-four hours. They scratched their names on the walls with pebles and continued to write things such as 'Lewis is a louse' and 'S.O.S.'. The morning they were to be set free they slept in, no point of rushing back to classes. They got up and stretched, sleeping on the stone floor had left them sore and Thomas couldn't turn his neck.
"Hey, Officer Lewis! You can come and let us out now!" Solomon yelled through the bars grinning from ear to ear "Officer?"
Officer Lewis did not come. No one came. The prison was quiet the whole day. Not even the wind mad a sound. It was a still humid day. The time ticked away slowly and the waiting was eating them up.
Darkness had set again, they groaned and moaned and would randomly yell out for someone to come and let them out so they could go back home and to a real bed.
"Someone, please get me out of here!!" yelled Thomas banging his head on the metal bars.
This last plead was answered by large booms. They ran to the small window only to view bursts of lights and loud thuds and explosions coming from what could only be a ship in the harbour of Port Royal. A small explosion and they were lying on the floor. A canon ball had broken through the wall and throught two others, leaving them covered in debris and shaking. Solomon lay on the ground tears streaming down his eyes, in shock.