All right, I shall waste my SAT studying time and write another chapter.
Right.
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CHAPTER 2
Jack grinned. This certainly was interesting. He suddenly realized that the girl's face was in the sand and she might have problems breathing! He walked towards her hastily and turned her over.
"I wonder why she fainted", Jack thought, "Am I THAT scary?" Picking her up, he noticed blood dripping down her hand. She was actually wounded but the wet red shirt did a pretty good job of concealing this.
"Bloody 'ell", whispered the captain, examining the deep cut on her arm. Putting the girl down cautiously, he grabbed some rum and tore off the sleeve of his jacket. He carefully lifted her sleeve upper and started cleaning the wound with rum. Almost instantly she jerked up and her other arm instinctively grabbed his, trying to stop the pain.
"Calm down, luv, this needs to be done." The girl wasn't convinced. She jumped away, clenching her shoulder and staring bewildered at Jack.
"You're a m a n !" She looked like she'd seen a ghost instead.
"I'm very glad ye noticed," said Jack winking. "Just in case ye'd also like to know me name, it's Capt'n Jack Sparrow."
Silence.
"Eh.right. And ye are?" finally asked Jack, taking a step towards the strange girl. Her straight shoulder-length hair had dried and he noticed that it wasn't just brown but also had rich red highlights.
"I am Andromeda. The daughter of Diana."
"All right, Andromeda, we need to get that woun' of yers cleaned and I happen to be the best doctor on this lil island. And after that yer gonna tell me all about yerself since it gets so damn boring 'ere." With these words Jack attempted to continue treating her wound, but she quickly snatched the bottle of rum out of his hands and stepped away.
"Don't come near me", she said angrily.
"Wow, luv, I'm only tryin' to 'elp you! Capt'n Sparrow 'ere isn't such a bad man."
"All men are bad," she supplied absent-mindedly, cleaning the wound herself. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"So you a r e one of them after all. One of the crazy Amazons."
Suddenly she froze, eyes staring nowhere. "Not anymore.. I'm not one of the anymore.. I belong nowhere..."
Jack sighed, "No problem, luv. You a r e Nowhere."
CHAPTER 2
Jack grinned. This certainly was interesting. He suddenly realized that the girl's face was in the sand and she might have problems breathing! He walked towards her hastily and turned her over.
"I wonder why she fainted", Jack thought, "Am I THAT scary?" Picking her up, he noticed blood dripping down her hand. She was actually wounded but the wet red shirt did a pretty good job of concealing this.
"Bloody 'ell", whispered the captain, examining the deep cut on her arm. Putting the girl down cautiously, he grabbed some rum and tore off the sleeve of his jacket. He carefully lifted her sleeve upper and started cleaning the wound with rum. Almost instantly she jerked up and her other arm instinctively grabbed his, trying to stop the pain.
"Calm down, luv, this needs to be done." The girl wasn't convinced. She jumped away, clenching her shoulder and staring bewildered at Jack.
"You're a m a n !" She looked like she'd seen a ghost instead.
"I'm very glad ye noticed," said Jack winking. "Just in case ye'd also like to know me name, it's Capt'n Jack Sparrow."
Silence.
"Eh.right. And ye are?" finally asked Jack, taking a step towards the strange girl. Her straight shoulder-length hair had dried and he noticed that it wasn't just brown but also had rich red highlights.
"I am Andromeda. The daughter of Diana."
"All right, Andromeda, we need to get that woun' of yers cleaned and I happen to be the best doctor on this lil island. And after that yer gonna tell me all about yerself since it gets so damn boring 'ere." With these words Jack attempted to continue treating her wound, but she quickly snatched the bottle of rum out of his hands and stepped away.
"Don't come near me", she said angrily.
"Wow, luv, I'm only tryin' to 'elp you! Capt'n Sparrow 'ere isn't such a bad man."
"All men are bad," she supplied absent-mindedly, cleaning the wound herself. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"So you a r e one of them after all. One of the crazy Amazons."
Suddenly she froze, eyes staring nowhere. "Not anymore.. I'm not one of the anymore.. I belong nowhere..."
Jack sighed, "No problem, luv. You a r e Nowhere."