Hey guys! I suck at writing stories and IM PROUD OF IT! :D! Anyway here's
the next chapter.
Chapter 4
She watched the ship getting closer. It was a yellow boat painted with black streaks across the side. On the front of the boat was the name, The 'black eagle'. The crew waved their hands and laughed as they got closer and closer. All of the men aboard were just as greasy, smelly, and dirty as the crew on the black pearl.
Jack tapped her shoulder and handed her a cutlass. It's a sword that is short, broad blade that often is followed by a thin dagger. "Ever used one of these before?" He asked, his eyes still fixed on the ship. The cutlass looked like It was used many times before, but what did she care? She got to kill people with a sword! A real one at that! Not one of those wooden or plastic ones, but a real one! She cracked a grin and took it with her right hand.
The captain was standing next to the rail smiling. He was a black with dreadlocks like Jack. A little bird came and landed on his arm and handed him a shilling.
"What brings you here Zeggor?" Jack said taking his position as captain. The crew laughed at the stupid question and the Zeggor eventually joined them. "Isn't it obvious? I plan to plunder your ship and kill your crew. And possibly take any of your. Ahem. hostages." Zeggor grinned evilly thinking of what might be on the pearl. A ladder fell across the ships and made a walkway to get across. "Men!" Zeggor smiled, "Take what you can!" The men came swarming on to the ship like a disease. One by one men where fighting and killing each other.
"Fire the guns!" Yelled Jack. The remaining men who were able to do so fired. Several huge explosions came from the boat and hit the Black Eagle. A moment after the Black Eagle fired back. Wendy looked over at Jack who was fighting with Zeggor. Jack seemed to have no problem and yet Zeggor was having a hard time keeping up.
"What do we have here?" Said a voice behind her. She looked behind her and a buff, black man was smiling. She clutched her sword knowing that she might have to fight this guy. "How's about you come with me? I can make you happy, I can make sure you won't be hurt." 'Great another man out to get me into bed.' Getting tired of always being asked to get into bed her anger grew once more. She swung at him, but he blocked her attack and smiled, waiting for the right moment to take her. She swung again and again, but each time he blocked. 'I'm not very good at this am I?' Finally he took a swing at her and she ducked and spun, driving the sword into his pelvis. She stood up and brushed herself off and walked over the dead body. She sat in a safe place and watched the crew of the Eagle drop like flies. All that was left was Jack and Zeggor. The captain of the Black Eagle had fallen and was begging at his feet.
Jack smiled in sympathy and put his cutlass away. "Before ya go I would like to make one thing clear. Because My crew has killed all of your men and you are the only man surviving I will be making sure that you must give up piracy forever, savvy?" Zeggor glared, but nodded, wanting to keep his life. 'I never knew he was so. I don't know what to call it.'
Zeggor eventually left and his ship was seen sailing away. The crew went about its normal duties and Wendy was once again job-less. 'No one seems to give me anything to do now a days.' The sun had just set and the sky was turning a violet blue. The waves also mimicked the color of the sky with a pale glow of the moon. As minutes turned to hours more and more men of the crew turned in for the night.
A slight thudding of boots came from behind her, not too loud, but just loud enough. It was Jack whom else? He has to stay up as long as he can to steer the ship. He was examining the coin he took from Zeggor earlier today. "Hey." She said trying not to yawn. Jack stopped, turned around, and walked up to her. "Hey." He said in a deep simple voice trying to be as seductive as possible. She could see that he was going to try it once more and crossed her arms. "What ya up to at this time of night?" He smirked. "Nothing important." She sighed, strangely she didn't get a temper with him even though she knew what his objective was. "Would you like to- .." She cut him off knowing what he was going to say.
"Ah! Don't even ask Jack Sparrow!"
He cracked a grin and was on his way. 'Oh god I can't stand him! But why am I drawn back?' Someone mentally smacked her and she shook her head slightly. 'Are you crazy?! He's only out to get you in bed! Nothing more!' It yelled. 'Your right.YOUR RIGHT! THIS IS REDICULOUS!' She crossed her arms and let out a frustrated sigh.
Drowsiness took over and Wendy headed for her cabin, and ignored Jack's offer to sleep in his room. She slept well despite the fact that she could hear Jack at the other end of her door, but every time she would yell at him to leave.
The next day she headed down into the ship. Men where fixing the holes left by the last fight with the Black Eagle and others where sitting around listening to music, or shaving, or other things they would normally do. 'Once again I've nothing to do.' She walked up to a man who was sawing wood for the hole. "Can I help?" She asked smiling. The man smiled back and nodded. He handed her a board and she hammered it in place. Within a few hours the job was done. She stepped back and smiled at her work.
She headed to the kitchen where no one was their, but a few pots and pans with a pot of chili boiling at the oven. Trust me this was a pigsty! Dirty dishes piled up in a tub of water along with silverware and bits of food. She walked over to the pot and stuck her finger in giving it a taste. 'Ugh! Apparently no one knows how to cook!' Thankfully she knew how to cook from her mom. She was still kinda young to remember her a whole lot, but she remembered one thing. The day she left. She was only about 4 and her mom and dad where fighting once more. The rest was hazy, but she could remember the door slamming shut and her mom didn't even say goodbye.
"I wonder." She said, interrupting her moment in the past. Rummaging threw the cabinets she found the spices. She grabbed the Baisle, Black & Red pepper, and Cajon spice. One by one she added them, taking a sip after each one to see if it met her taste. 'That's probably the only time I'm going to cook.' She giggled to herself.
She heard a gentle knocking at the door. "Can I come in?" "Yea." The door opened and Jack stepped in smiling. "Cooking I see. I wouldn't have guessed." She crossed her arms and looked at him. "What do you want?" He closed the door behind him and smiled. "Nothing." He took a sip of the chili and smiled. "Hey this is good. Our new sheaf now eh?" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't give me something to do." The door opened again and music from outside came in. She pushed Jack in the shoulder and walked out. Jack sighed. 'She has to be so difficult.' He cracked a grin and followed, closing the door behind him.
Hey that's my chapter. I was in a good mood when I wrote this so it may seem a little different. Happy holidays! ~Demon91~
Chapter 4
She watched the ship getting closer. It was a yellow boat painted with black streaks across the side. On the front of the boat was the name, The 'black eagle'. The crew waved their hands and laughed as they got closer and closer. All of the men aboard were just as greasy, smelly, and dirty as the crew on the black pearl.
Jack tapped her shoulder and handed her a cutlass. It's a sword that is short, broad blade that often is followed by a thin dagger. "Ever used one of these before?" He asked, his eyes still fixed on the ship. The cutlass looked like It was used many times before, but what did she care? She got to kill people with a sword! A real one at that! Not one of those wooden or plastic ones, but a real one! She cracked a grin and took it with her right hand.
The captain was standing next to the rail smiling. He was a black with dreadlocks like Jack. A little bird came and landed on his arm and handed him a shilling.
"What brings you here Zeggor?" Jack said taking his position as captain. The crew laughed at the stupid question and the Zeggor eventually joined them. "Isn't it obvious? I plan to plunder your ship and kill your crew. And possibly take any of your. Ahem. hostages." Zeggor grinned evilly thinking of what might be on the pearl. A ladder fell across the ships and made a walkway to get across. "Men!" Zeggor smiled, "Take what you can!" The men came swarming on to the ship like a disease. One by one men where fighting and killing each other.
"Fire the guns!" Yelled Jack. The remaining men who were able to do so fired. Several huge explosions came from the boat and hit the Black Eagle. A moment after the Black Eagle fired back. Wendy looked over at Jack who was fighting with Zeggor. Jack seemed to have no problem and yet Zeggor was having a hard time keeping up.
"What do we have here?" Said a voice behind her. She looked behind her and a buff, black man was smiling. She clutched her sword knowing that she might have to fight this guy. "How's about you come with me? I can make you happy, I can make sure you won't be hurt." 'Great another man out to get me into bed.' Getting tired of always being asked to get into bed her anger grew once more. She swung at him, but he blocked her attack and smiled, waiting for the right moment to take her. She swung again and again, but each time he blocked. 'I'm not very good at this am I?' Finally he took a swing at her and she ducked and spun, driving the sword into his pelvis. She stood up and brushed herself off and walked over the dead body. She sat in a safe place and watched the crew of the Eagle drop like flies. All that was left was Jack and Zeggor. The captain of the Black Eagle had fallen and was begging at his feet.
Jack smiled in sympathy and put his cutlass away. "Before ya go I would like to make one thing clear. Because My crew has killed all of your men and you are the only man surviving I will be making sure that you must give up piracy forever, savvy?" Zeggor glared, but nodded, wanting to keep his life. 'I never knew he was so. I don't know what to call it.'
Zeggor eventually left and his ship was seen sailing away. The crew went about its normal duties and Wendy was once again job-less. 'No one seems to give me anything to do now a days.' The sun had just set and the sky was turning a violet blue. The waves also mimicked the color of the sky with a pale glow of the moon. As minutes turned to hours more and more men of the crew turned in for the night.
A slight thudding of boots came from behind her, not too loud, but just loud enough. It was Jack whom else? He has to stay up as long as he can to steer the ship. He was examining the coin he took from Zeggor earlier today. "Hey." She said trying not to yawn. Jack stopped, turned around, and walked up to her. "Hey." He said in a deep simple voice trying to be as seductive as possible. She could see that he was going to try it once more and crossed her arms. "What ya up to at this time of night?" He smirked. "Nothing important." She sighed, strangely she didn't get a temper with him even though she knew what his objective was. "Would you like to- .." She cut him off knowing what he was going to say.
"Ah! Don't even ask Jack Sparrow!"
He cracked a grin and was on his way. 'Oh god I can't stand him! But why am I drawn back?' Someone mentally smacked her and she shook her head slightly. 'Are you crazy?! He's only out to get you in bed! Nothing more!' It yelled. 'Your right.YOUR RIGHT! THIS IS REDICULOUS!' She crossed her arms and let out a frustrated sigh.
Drowsiness took over and Wendy headed for her cabin, and ignored Jack's offer to sleep in his room. She slept well despite the fact that she could hear Jack at the other end of her door, but every time she would yell at him to leave.
The next day she headed down into the ship. Men where fixing the holes left by the last fight with the Black Eagle and others where sitting around listening to music, or shaving, or other things they would normally do. 'Once again I've nothing to do.' She walked up to a man who was sawing wood for the hole. "Can I help?" She asked smiling. The man smiled back and nodded. He handed her a board and she hammered it in place. Within a few hours the job was done. She stepped back and smiled at her work.
She headed to the kitchen where no one was their, but a few pots and pans with a pot of chili boiling at the oven. Trust me this was a pigsty! Dirty dishes piled up in a tub of water along with silverware and bits of food. She walked over to the pot and stuck her finger in giving it a taste. 'Ugh! Apparently no one knows how to cook!' Thankfully she knew how to cook from her mom. She was still kinda young to remember her a whole lot, but she remembered one thing. The day she left. She was only about 4 and her mom and dad where fighting once more. The rest was hazy, but she could remember the door slamming shut and her mom didn't even say goodbye.
"I wonder." She said, interrupting her moment in the past. Rummaging threw the cabinets she found the spices. She grabbed the Baisle, Black & Red pepper, and Cajon spice. One by one she added them, taking a sip after each one to see if it met her taste. 'That's probably the only time I'm going to cook.' She giggled to herself.
She heard a gentle knocking at the door. "Can I come in?" "Yea." The door opened and Jack stepped in smiling. "Cooking I see. I wouldn't have guessed." She crossed her arms and looked at him. "What do you want?" He closed the door behind him and smiled. "Nothing." He took a sip of the chili and smiled. "Hey this is good. Our new sheaf now eh?" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't give me something to do." The door opened again and music from outside came in. She pushed Jack in the shoulder and walked out. Jack sighed. 'She has to be so difficult.' He cracked a grin and followed, closing the door behind him.
Hey that's my chapter. I was in a good mood when I wrote this so it may seem a little different. Happy holidays! ~Demon91~