Chapter 8
New events
"Man the helms!" Jack cried over the roar of the storm. "Seal all doors!" He rushed to and fro, checking to make sure no one fell overboard, and no one neglected their duties. Will personally felt that the familiar strain of being a captain did him some good, if any at all was to be found within this giant of a storm. When the sails had been lowered and furled, Jack pulled out some rope and gave it to Gibbs, ordering him to tie everyone tightly to the mast. Gibbs nodded, and grabbed the nearest of the pirates. It was then that the Pearl gave a mighty lurch, and Jack went sliding across the deck. Apparently, the storm had traveled a great distance, for with it came pieces of wood and hail, flying across the deck, pummeling Jack in every place it could, as he was unable to defend himself. For a moment or two, they were all sure that if he wasn't dead or unconscious, he would be thrown overboard. But miraculously, he managed to stand, but soon stumbled as a thick stream of blood dribbled from his left calf. Will rushed to his side, giving the old pirate his own crutch. Jack refused it.
"It's only a cut, and you need that more than me." Grudgingly, Will kept his crutch, and Jack went on throwing orders. By that time, all but Gibbs, Will, Jack, and Anamaria had been successfully bound to the mast. Jack limped up to them, and wrapped the thick length of rope around Gibbs, securing him safely to the mast, ignoring the booming thunder and stinging rain. The ship gave another lurch, sending all of them toppling down to the deck. Simultaneously, they all tried to get back up, but Jack's leg gave way under him, sending him back down. The Black Pearl was now tossing and turning as monstrous waves threw it over the ocean. Jack was hurled backward, as a thick board from the crow's nest toppled downward, landing with a sickening thud on his right arm. It was impossible to tell whether the next clap of thunder, ar Jack's yell was louder. The pearl leapt again, and the captain was sent hurtling over the edge of the lower deck. At first, they all thought he had completely gone overboard, but a single struggling brown hand, clutching the side proved them wrong.
"Jack!" Anamaria and Will cried, dashing over to him, trying to stay upright against the storm. Jack's bloody leg dipped in and out of the water, probably attracting sharks, and his injured arm was curled in close to his chest, which heaved from the large breaths he took.
"Take my hand!" Will cried over the roaring winds. Jack gave him the sort of look one would give a child who'd just come up with the obviously wrong answer to an equation.
"You never stop suggesting stupid things, d'ya?" Jack yelled over the winds in return. "If I take your arm with the one that's bloody broken, yeh won't be able to keep a holda me! And I obviously can't give yeh me other one!" They were all silent, knowing what came next. "Will! Give Jade me hat! Tell 'er, she's old enough fer one now!"
Gingerly, using his broken arm, which moved at a very odd angle, Jack removed his hat and dropped it onto the soaking deck.
"Jack!" Will called, seeing the failing look in his friend's eyes. "No!"
But the next wave took Jack Sparrow with it, into the ocean, wounded and alone. Will gently lifted the hat from the deck, wincing as his bullet wound stung horribly, and thankful that the rain washed away his tears. All had to now be lost. He had lost Jade, the girl he had come to see as a daughter, hi own children, his wife Elizabeth, and his good friend Jack, perhaps the only man that could find them.
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"Who are you?" Jade spat, eyeing the strange boy.
"David." he replied in a hoarse voice.
"How did you end up here?"
"I was from the last port. When they came, I tried to stop them, but they beat me and brought me aboard. I don't know how long I've been asleep. Who are you?"
Jade sniffed loudly and threw her knife again, and it landed just inches from his ear, muttering 'a regular goody goody!' Elizabeth glared at her, and welcomed David to come and sit on the shabby bed beside them. As he sat, Jade let out a cry and clutched her forehead.
"Was it something I did?" he asked, obviously terrified of this only partially sane girl.
"Jade!" Elizabeth said timidly, placing a hand on the girl's back.
"He's trying to do it again!" she said hoarsely. "He's trying to control me!
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ok, a filly chapter. Listen, go ahead and read our other stories, tell your buds about them, and review. Now if you don't mind, I have to go hide the wine!-Talon
New events
"Man the helms!" Jack cried over the roar of the storm. "Seal all doors!" He rushed to and fro, checking to make sure no one fell overboard, and no one neglected their duties. Will personally felt that the familiar strain of being a captain did him some good, if any at all was to be found within this giant of a storm. When the sails had been lowered and furled, Jack pulled out some rope and gave it to Gibbs, ordering him to tie everyone tightly to the mast. Gibbs nodded, and grabbed the nearest of the pirates. It was then that the Pearl gave a mighty lurch, and Jack went sliding across the deck. Apparently, the storm had traveled a great distance, for with it came pieces of wood and hail, flying across the deck, pummeling Jack in every place it could, as he was unable to defend himself. For a moment or two, they were all sure that if he wasn't dead or unconscious, he would be thrown overboard. But miraculously, he managed to stand, but soon stumbled as a thick stream of blood dribbled from his left calf. Will rushed to his side, giving the old pirate his own crutch. Jack refused it.
"It's only a cut, and you need that more than me." Grudgingly, Will kept his crutch, and Jack went on throwing orders. By that time, all but Gibbs, Will, Jack, and Anamaria had been successfully bound to the mast. Jack limped up to them, and wrapped the thick length of rope around Gibbs, securing him safely to the mast, ignoring the booming thunder and stinging rain. The ship gave another lurch, sending all of them toppling down to the deck. Simultaneously, they all tried to get back up, but Jack's leg gave way under him, sending him back down. The Black Pearl was now tossing and turning as monstrous waves threw it over the ocean. Jack was hurled backward, as a thick board from the crow's nest toppled downward, landing with a sickening thud on his right arm. It was impossible to tell whether the next clap of thunder, ar Jack's yell was louder. The pearl leapt again, and the captain was sent hurtling over the edge of the lower deck. At first, they all thought he had completely gone overboard, but a single struggling brown hand, clutching the side proved them wrong.
"Jack!" Anamaria and Will cried, dashing over to him, trying to stay upright against the storm. Jack's bloody leg dipped in and out of the water, probably attracting sharks, and his injured arm was curled in close to his chest, which heaved from the large breaths he took.
"Take my hand!" Will cried over the roaring winds. Jack gave him the sort of look one would give a child who'd just come up with the obviously wrong answer to an equation.
"You never stop suggesting stupid things, d'ya?" Jack yelled over the winds in return. "If I take your arm with the one that's bloody broken, yeh won't be able to keep a holda me! And I obviously can't give yeh me other one!" They were all silent, knowing what came next. "Will! Give Jade me hat! Tell 'er, she's old enough fer one now!"
Gingerly, using his broken arm, which moved at a very odd angle, Jack removed his hat and dropped it onto the soaking deck.
"Jack!" Will called, seeing the failing look in his friend's eyes. "No!"
But the next wave took Jack Sparrow with it, into the ocean, wounded and alone. Will gently lifted the hat from the deck, wincing as his bullet wound stung horribly, and thankful that the rain washed away his tears. All had to now be lost. He had lost Jade, the girl he had come to see as a daughter, hi own children, his wife Elizabeth, and his good friend Jack, perhaps the only man that could find them.
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"Who are you?" Jade spat, eyeing the strange boy.
"David." he replied in a hoarse voice.
"How did you end up here?"
"I was from the last port. When they came, I tried to stop them, but they beat me and brought me aboard. I don't know how long I've been asleep. Who are you?"
Jade sniffed loudly and threw her knife again, and it landed just inches from his ear, muttering 'a regular goody goody!' Elizabeth glared at her, and welcomed David to come and sit on the shabby bed beside them. As he sat, Jade let out a cry and clutched her forehead.
"Was it something I did?" he asked, obviously terrified of this only partially sane girl.
"Jade!" Elizabeth said timidly, placing a hand on the girl's back.
"He's trying to do it again!" she said hoarsely. "He's trying to control me!
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ok, a filly chapter. Listen, go ahead and read our other stories, tell your buds about them, and review. Now if you don't mind, I have to go hide the wine!-Talon