.And a Pirate's Life for me
Chapter Three-Three stages of Life
I opened my eyes. The room looked blurry. I closed them, and then fluttered them back
open. Everything came back to me.
"Will! Where's Will? Where's Moiré? We must find them! There's three ships, and,
and."
Somebody put their hand on mine. I sat up in bed. Blood rushed to my head, but I felt a
little better. I turned to see who was next to me.
"Will!" I said, hugging him. "Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere!"
I noticed that the ship had stopped rocking. "Is the storm over?"
"Yes. Yes, don't worry." Will said.
"Moiré!" I cried. "Where's Moiré?"
"She's been asking for you all morning."
Morning? How long had I slept? I rushed to the next bunk, where Moiré lay.
"Elizabeth!" She whispered. Her face was as pale as the sand on a beach, the finest white
sand. "Elizabeth! The Pirates, they're after you! They want your child!"
I grasped her hand.
"Do not worry, don't worry." I told her. But inside, my stomach churned. They were after
me?
"Moiré!" I whispered. "Not now."
But she sighed and her face went stark white. Her hand felt limp and cold.
"No, Moiré!"
The next day we held a funeral for her. She was buried on the Island of Tortolla, a pretty
island with friendly natives. They even helped dig a trench for the coffin. I couldn't
watch, I just sat nearby, while a little Island girl played with my hair.
"It's yellow!" She cried. "Yellow hair!" She giggled.
"Elizabeth!" Jack called.
I slowly stood up. The little girl followed me. I walked to the funeral center. I felt like
nothing, I was nothing, just a pair of eyes, watching. I watched the coffin being lowered
into the ground. I dropped half of my bouquet of flowers into the grave, then some of our
crew piled it back up with earth. I dropped the rest of the flowers on top of the grave,
beside the tombstone. After I did this, I turned, and, tears running down my face, fled to
the Black Pearl.
Chapter Three-Three stages of Life
I opened my eyes. The room looked blurry. I closed them, and then fluttered them back
open. Everything came back to me.
"Will! Where's Will? Where's Moiré? We must find them! There's three ships, and,
and."
Somebody put their hand on mine. I sat up in bed. Blood rushed to my head, but I felt a
little better. I turned to see who was next to me.
"Will!" I said, hugging him. "Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere!"
I noticed that the ship had stopped rocking. "Is the storm over?"
"Yes. Yes, don't worry." Will said.
"Moiré!" I cried. "Where's Moiré?"
"She's been asking for you all morning."
Morning? How long had I slept? I rushed to the next bunk, where Moiré lay.
"Elizabeth!" She whispered. Her face was as pale as the sand on a beach, the finest white
sand. "Elizabeth! The Pirates, they're after you! They want your child!"
I grasped her hand.
"Do not worry, don't worry." I told her. But inside, my stomach churned. They were after
me?
"Moiré!" I whispered. "Not now."
But she sighed and her face went stark white. Her hand felt limp and cold.
"No, Moiré!"
The next day we held a funeral for her. She was buried on the Island of Tortolla, a pretty
island with friendly natives. They even helped dig a trench for the coffin. I couldn't
watch, I just sat nearby, while a little Island girl played with my hair.
"It's yellow!" She cried. "Yellow hair!" She giggled.
"Elizabeth!" Jack called.
I slowly stood up. The little girl followed me. I walked to the funeral center. I felt like
nothing, I was nothing, just a pair of eyes, watching. I watched the coffin being lowered
into the ground. I dropped half of my bouquet of flowers into the grave, then some of our
crew piled it back up with earth. I dropped the rest of the flowers on top of the grave,
beside the tombstone. After I did this, I turned, and, tears running down my face, fled to
the Black Pearl.