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Chapter 5
Sitting at the table she watched the men play various instruments. Flute, Snare Drum, and some other instrument she hasn't seen before. It was a box with many strings tied from one end to the other. The man would have this small hammer and play some random melody by tapping on different strings. The melody seemed familiar in some way and made her smile. A memory came back to her, as she became mesmerized in the tune. It was of her when she was about 11. Only a year ago when she was in band. She was a flute player and she enjoyed every minute of it. She played a soft melody that had a sense of mystery in it. The men, who saw her enjoying their music, interrupted her moment.
"Hey! You want to try?" Said the man playing the Snare Drum. She hesitated for a moment, but went up with a slight smile, and a blush. "I. I'm not that good." She stuttered, thinking she couldn't do it like she used to. The men smiled and sat her down, handing her the instrument with the strings. "Come on it ain't that hard." The man played a steady beat on the drum and the flute followed. "Come on join in!" She started, but instead she sounded like a dyeing cow. They tried not to laugh and gave her the flute. "Here maybe you'll be better with this. Try a melody, any one." She nodded and held the flute close to her lips. The cold nickel made her shiver, but she let out a long soft note that progressed into a full out beautiful melody. The rest of them joined in soon enough. Eventually the whole crew watched and became mesmerized as she was before, even Jack. When they were done she blushed and took a bow. The whole crew clapped and cheered.
"Good job lass!" They said.
Wendy sat on the rail, music running threw her head like it did before when she was in band. She never seemed to get it out of her head, but she never really tried. She kinda liked it. She was so distracted by her music she didn't hear Jack walk up to her. "Hey!" She said with a small smile. "Hey." He looked at her in confusement wondering why she was so out of her head, it was if she wasn't conscious. "Uh. Ahem. You know the crew has grown quite attached to you. Even Mr. Gibbs! He is the one after all who's afraid of bad luck." She didn't listen. She didn't want to. She was to lost in the music. She enjoyed this feeling, because it reminded her of home.
"Luv' Hello! You home?" He shook her slightly, but she didn't move.
"Captain." She said in a slight whisper.
"Ya?"
"Just where are we sailing to?" She was still lost in thought, caught between her world and the real one.
"Hmm.. Well do you remember the stories of me?"
She shook her head. "Well Captain Barbossa, who is unfortunately desist, left his whole cave of treasure, but no one knows where it is, except yours truly."
She nodded and was once again taken to her world, music comforting her like the ocean waves. 'So. This is how it must have felt.' She thought. 'This is how it feels to actually be loved by someone.' The music always made her feel at home, where ever she was.
On her way to bed Anamaria hugged her goodnight, the two have become more like sisters than actual crewmates. But who really cares? That night Jack did not come to her door, no one came to bug her, they now respected her like everyone else. She enjoyed that feeling. 'Maybe I'll never go back. I can stay here, where I am excepted.' She pulled the blankets over her head and sleep took her.
The next morning Jack assigned her kitchen duty to cook breakfast with what they had. All that was really there was flower, salt, wheat, and three chocolate beans. "Huh. Not much to go by is it?" She shook her head and tried to think up something for dinner. "You know what I'll just throw something together, I don't even know how to cook that well." She grabbed the flower and put four cups into a bowl of two and a half cups of water and added a few tablespoons of salt. She mashed it together until it became dough. She then added about a half-cup of wheat and placed it all into a pan. She placed it into the 'Ahem' oven that was all greasy, and nasty, not to appetizing. After about a half-hour it was ready. She took it out to cool and added the chocolate beans for an extra touch. When it was done she sat down and huffed. "What am I the maid?" The crew enjoyed it greatly showering her with compliments, but she ignored them knowing if she excepted them they might think she enjoyed cooking.
Later when she was just finishing up the dishes the pirates had left behind Jack ONCE AGAIN came to see her. You can tell clearly that he's getting desperate.
"I'm NOT your maid Jack! Give me REAL work." She dropped the last dish into the sink without regard whether or not it would break. Jack let out a small giggle. "I can give you work to do." He said deeply trying once again to be seductive. She got furious! "I'M NOT SOME PLAY TOY FOR BED!" She grabbed his neck and squeezed hard. "Do not think that I will ever sleep with a man like you! If you were smart you would drop me off at the next port. Got it?" Jack smiled trying not to get angrier and she already is. "If that's what you want luv'" She shoved him away letting go, and storming out of the kitchen. He left her alone for the rest of the day, not wanting to be hurt for a while. When she would look at him there would be purple bruises along the side of his neck where she had tried to kill him. 'Serves him right.' Anamaria stayed clear of her as well seeing what she could do to the captain without hesitation.
"Sir what happened to ya?!" Asked Mr. Gibbs, who couldn't help but stare at his bruises. Jack rolled his eyes and looked at Wendy who was sitting on the far side of the boat. "The little fire demon. She wants to be dropped off at the next port. So much for my plan eh?" Mr. Gibbs looked at Wendy also and could see her doing that to him. "Sorry Cap'n" He said under his breath. Jack sighed and made a sudden change of direction. "She's done what's right by her. Can't change that, though, it would have been nice." "Aye."
She sat watching the ocean dreaming of home. 'Not ever going to go home. never. you're stuck here! You can't ever leave!' Mocked a voice, and yet, she felt deep down that what it said was true. somehow it was always right. "I'm stuck here." Her spirit was broken and her hope shattered she finally grasped the fact that she might never get home. and with that thought she quietly sobbed under the setting sun. alone.
Hey that's the next one! I love to hear what you think and who knows! I don't care if you send me a bad review or a good one just sends me your opinion! THAT'S ALL I ASK! Ahem. almost lost my cool there. any way merry X- Mas.
Chapter 5
Sitting at the table she watched the men play various instruments. Flute, Snare Drum, and some other instrument she hasn't seen before. It was a box with many strings tied from one end to the other. The man would have this small hammer and play some random melody by tapping on different strings. The melody seemed familiar in some way and made her smile. A memory came back to her, as she became mesmerized in the tune. It was of her when she was about 11. Only a year ago when she was in band. She was a flute player and she enjoyed every minute of it. She played a soft melody that had a sense of mystery in it. The men, who saw her enjoying their music, interrupted her moment.
"Hey! You want to try?" Said the man playing the Snare Drum. She hesitated for a moment, but went up with a slight smile, and a blush. "I. I'm not that good." She stuttered, thinking she couldn't do it like she used to. The men smiled and sat her down, handing her the instrument with the strings. "Come on it ain't that hard." The man played a steady beat on the drum and the flute followed. "Come on join in!" She started, but instead she sounded like a dyeing cow. They tried not to laugh and gave her the flute. "Here maybe you'll be better with this. Try a melody, any one." She nodded and held the flute close to her lips. The cold nickel made her shiver, but she let out a long soft note that progressed into a full out beautiful melody. The rest of them joined in soon enough. Eventually the whole crew watched and became mesmerized as she was before, even Jack. When they were done she blushed and took a bow. The whole crew clapped and cheered.
"Good job lass!" They said.
Wendy sat on the rail, music running threw her head like it did before when she was in band. She never seemed to get it out of her head, but she never really tried. She kinda liked it. She was so distracted by her music she didn't hear Jack walk up to her. "Hey!" She said with a small smile. "Hey." He looked at her in confusement wondering why she was so out of her head, it was if she wasn't conscious. "Uh. Ahem. You know the crew has grown quite attached to you. Even Mr. Gibbs! He is the one after all who's afraid of bad luck." She didn't listen. She didn't want to. She was to lost in the music. She enjoyed this feeling, because it reminded her of home.
"Luv' Hello! You home?" He shook her slightly, but she didn't move.
"Captain." She said in a slight whisper.
"Ya?"
"Just where are we sailing to?" She was still lost in thought, caught between her world and the real one.
"Hmm.. Well do you remember the stories of me?"
She shook her head. "Well Captain Barbossa, who is unfortunately desist, left his whole cave of treasure, but no one knows where it is, except yours truly."
She nodded and was once again taken to her world, music comforting her like the ocean waves. 'So. This is how it must have felt.' She thought. 'This is how it feels to actually be loved by someone.' The music always made her feel at home, where ever she was.
On her way to bed Anamaria hugged her goodnight, the two have become more like sisters than actual crewmates. But who really cares? That night Jack did not come to her door, no one came to bug her, they now respected her like everyone else. She enjoyed that feeling. 'Maybe I'll never go back. I can stay here, where I am excepted.' She pulled the blankets over her head and sleep took her.
The next morning Jack assigned her kitchen duty to cook breakfast with what they had. All that was really there was flower, salt, wheat, and three chocolate beans. "Huh. Not much to go by is it?" She shook her head and tried to think up something for dinner. "You know what I'll just throw something together, I don't even know how to cook that well." She grabbed the flower and put four cups into a bowl of two and a half cups of water and added a few tablespoons of salt. She mashed it together until it became dough. She then added about a half-cup of wheat and placed it all into a pan. She placed it into the 'Ahem' oven that was all greasy, and nasty, not to appetizing. After about a half-hour it was ready. She took it out to cool and added the chocolate beans for an extra touch. When it was done she sat down and huffed. "What am I the maid?" The crew enjoyed it greatly showering her with compliments, but she ignored them knowing if she excepted them they might think she enjoyed cooking.
Later when she was just finishing up the dishes the pirates had left behind Jack ONCE AGAIN came to see her. You can tell clearly that he's getting desperate.
"I'm NOT your maid Jack! Give me REAL work." She dropped the last dish into the sink without regard whether or not it would break. Jack let out a small giggle. "I can give you work to do." He said deeply trying once again to be seductive. She got furious! "I'M NOT SOME PLAY TOY FOR BED!" She grabbed his neck and squeezed hard. "Do not think that I will ever sleep with a man like you! If you were smart you would drop me off at the next port. Got it?" Jack smiled trying not to get angrier and she already is. "If that's what you want luv'" She shoved him away letting go, and storming out of the kitchen. He left her alone for the rest of the day, not wanting to be hurt for a while. When she would look at him there would be purple bruises along the side of his neck where she had tried to kill him. 'Serves him right.' Anamaria stayed clear of her as well seeing what she could do to the captain without hesitation.
"Sir what happened to ya?!" Asked Mr. Gibbs, who couldn't help but stare at his bruises. Jack rolled his eyes and looked at Wendy who was sitting on the far side of the boat. "The little fire demon. She wants to be dropped off at the next port. So much for my plan eh?" Mr. Gibbs looked at Wendy also and could see her doing that to him. "Sorry Cap'n" He said under his breath. Jack sighed and made a sudden change of direction. "She's done what's right by her. Can't change that, though, it would have been nice." "Aye."
She sat watching the ocean dreaming of home. 'Not ever going to go home. never. you're stuck here! You can't ever leave!' Mocked a voice, and yet, she felt deep down that what it said was true. somehow it was always right. "I'm stuck here." Her spirit was broken and her hope shattered she finally grasped the fact that she might never get home. and with that thought she quietly sobbed under the setting sun. alone.
Hey that's the next one! I love to hear what you think and who knows! I don't care if you send me a bad review or a good one just sends me your opinion! THAT'S ALL I ASK! Ahem. almost lost my cool there. any way merry X- Mas.