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Chapter 6
The rest of the day she got no work, no music, and not a thing done. She just sat around in her cabin trying to recollect herself. Neither Jack nor Wendy spoke to each other, they felt distanced by the small explosion that happened earlier. As the days grew on she locked herself up into her room and never came out, not for dinner, not for anyone. She began to forget her self as the days became weeks. Her name, her parents, her life.
Mr. Gibbs told her that they where getting close to the next port, but she never seemed to hear.
She did come out, but seemed to be as lifeless as a shadow. Jack watched her and could not help but listen to bits of pieces of what the back of his mind told him. He felt a nagging to hang on to her and another part of him wanted to get her off his bloody ship! Normally when he would ship a hooker off he wouldn't give any second thought about it, but she made him think more than he would in a week!! 'Why is that?' He thought.
"Alright lass this is it! Welcome to Port Relic." Said Mr. Gibbs with a small smile on his face, happy to see a woman leave even one such as her. She looked at the place in disbelief. It was a bunch of ruins. Buildings crumbling covered in morning glories and little people about in the streets.
"Am I actually staying here?" She asked with a skeptical look spread across her face. "Well you wanted to be dropped off at the next port so." Jack's voice trailed off knowing that she was to soon leave. The crew watched as she took her things and headed to her new home. She turned back to look upon the faces of her old family, but her sorrow turned to pride. She swallowed her sappiness, frowned and began to leave.
"Wendy. Wait." Jack stepped forward with a depressed look on his face. "I. Um.Good luck" He held his hand out and faked a smile. She frowned and shook his hand. "Goodbye Captain Jack Sparrow. Now what I'm about to do I want you to savor it, because you're never going to get one from me again." She sighed and kissed him slightly on the cheek and threw her things over her shoulder. "Umm. Goodbye." He said a little embarrassed. She watched as the Black Pearl sailed away into the horizon.
"Well. Some goodbye." She sighed, ignoring the feel that she let something get away that was important.
As years went by she came closer to the few people on the island and Jack. Well she hasn't seen him in a long time. She hasn't forgotten her task of getting home and she has been working on it. In fact she had already found a way to get home, but she just needed a little. help. She lived at the top of the mountain the local people have named Remotem meaning peak of the gods. There something happened that would help her find her way home. A week after Jack had left her on the Island the native trogamo blessed her. She didn't believe in such ridiculous things so she ignored it. After days went by she saw that she got an amazing new gift and she began to find it very useful.
She sat in her little house that was abandoned and she fixed it up as best she could. She fixed the holes in the walls and cleaned out the leaves and crud that was lying around. She sat on her bed to rest after a long day's work, before someone knocked at the door.
"Come in!" She said.
A man with dull red cloths stepped in. He had a peg leg, dusted black beard, and a severely scared face. "Lass it's time for your lessons." He smiled and held out his hand. "Thanks Gus." She said with a small smile. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet. "How ya holdin' up?" He asked. Gus may look scruffy, but he has a heart. When he heard that she was left on the port on a count a Jack and her getting in a fight he pitied her. "I'll be fine. Just give me my stuff and we can get started." He put his arm around her shoulder and walked her out. This man she didn't care if he put his arm around her, she felt like he was a brother or a grandpa to her. He led her into a small house on the corner of the street that had green shutters and white fencing.
He handed her a bag that had her things to train with him; Gus used to be a pirate and knew a man who fought well aboard his ship. His name was Chang Yow. He is a renowned sword man in Japan and has retired here, but Gus has managed to get her some lessons.
"Good evening Wendy. How did you sleep?" He said in a Japanese accent. "If I got any sleep at all." She rolled her eyes and headed for the dressing room. "Well hurry up and get your suit on and we can start." He sipped his tea and smiled. He was wearing blue and green rags that have been dulled by years of being worn. He wore small glasses that fit his face and his hair was pulled back in a braid.
When she came out she wore a suit of armor. It had a helmet that fell just over her eyes and had an almost fairy tale feel to it. Etched with ivy the sword was a wonder.
"Okay we can start." She said smiling.
"Good draw your sword." Chang stood up and grabbed a small thin sword, unlike hers which was broad, it was slender and looked like it would break. She pulled her sword out of the seethe and held it in front of her. Chang held it to his side and smiled with relaxation. "Now come and hit me." She darted after him and swung at him, and each time he blocked. "Relax. Don't use anger." She frowned and swung harder, but she could not break threw. "Relax. Right." She took a deep breath and pushed the sword at his thigh, but he jumped away. "That was good. Now do it again." For hours a day she would do this non-stop. Preparing to get home.
Their intermission didn't last long, you could get a drink, lay around, but not much. "Chang." She said. He looked up from his teacup and smiled. "Yes?"
"I want to know where you got me these things?"
He sighed and put his cup down. "Many years ago I climbed the highest mountain in Japan. Mt. Tateyama. I took a road no one knew about, and when I reached the top. The dead who climbed that mountain and failed gave me that armor. They said that one-day I would find someone able to use it. and will do great things. So I tried it on, but it just fell off. For you Wendy it stays. And I have yet to see its great power." He took another sip of tea.
"But those are just myths right?"
"The armor stays on right?"
She looked at her sword and thought she saw it glow, but shook it off. Suddenly before they could begin the training again a man ran into the door.
"A ship! He's killing everyone! Looking for some girl!" The man had a panicked look on his face and ran away again.
"Come on." Said Chang pulling her out into the street. Over all the peoples heads you could see black sails and the crew scouring the city.
That's the end! Sorry I'm on vacation so I was kinda slow to make this one, but here it is! Should it be Jack coming to get her or something else? Tell me what you think! ~Demon91~
Chapter 6
The rest of the day she got no work, no music, and not a thing done. She just sat around in her cabin trying to recollect herself. Neither Jack nor Wendy spoke to each other, they felt distanced by the small explosion that happened earlier. As the days grew on she locked herself up into her room and never came out, not for dinner, not for anyone. She began to forget her self as the days became weeks. Her name, her parents, her life.
Mr. Gibbs told her that they where getting close to the next port, but she never seemed to hear.
She did come out, but seemed to be as lifeless as a shadow. Jack watched her and could not help but listen to bits of pieces of what the back of his mind told him. He felt a nagging to hang on to her and another part of him wanted to get her off his bloody ship! Normally when he would ship a hooker off he wouldn't give any second thought about it, but she made him think more than he would in a week!! 'Why is that?' He thought.
"Alright lass this is it! Welcome to Port Relic." Said Mr. Gibbs with a small smile on his face, happy to see a woman leave even one such as her. She looked at the place in disbelief. It was a bunch of ruins. Buildings crumbling covered in morning glories and little people about in the streets.
"Am I actually staying here?" She asked with a skeptical look spread across her face. "Well you wanted to be dropped off at the next port so." Jack's voice trailed off knowing that she was to soon leave. The crew watched as she took her things and headed to her new home. She turned back to look upon the faces of her old family, but her sorrow turned to pride. She swallowed her sappiness, frowned and began to leave.
"Wendy. Wait." Jack stepped forward with a depressed look on his face. "I. Um.Good luck" He held his hand out and faked a smile. She frowned and shook his hand. "Goodbye Captain Jack Sparrow. Now what I'm about to do I want you to savor it, because you're never going to get one from me again." She sighed and kissed him slightly on the cheek and threw her things over her shoulder. "Umm. Goodbye." He said a little embarrassed. She watched as the Black Pearl sailed away into the horizon.
"Well. Some goodbye." She sighed, ignoring the feel that she let something get away that was important.
As years went by she came closer to the few people on the island and Jack. Well she hasn't seen him in a long time. She hasn't forgotten her task of getting home and she has been working on it. In fact she had already found a way to get home, but she just needed a little. help. She lived at the top of the mountain the local people have named Remotem meaning peak of the gods. There something happened that would help her find her way home. A week after Jack had left her on the Island the native trogamo blessed her. She didn't believe in such ridiculous things so she ignored it. After days went by she saw that she got an amazing new gift and she began to find it very useful.
She sat in her little house that was abandoned and she fixed it up as best she could. She fixed the holes in the walls and cleaned out the leaves and crud that was lying around. She sat on her bed to rest after a long day's work, before someone knocked at the door.
"Come in!" She said.
A man with dull red cloths stepped in. He had a peg leg, dusted black beard, and a severely scared face. "Lass it's time for your lessons." He smiled and held out his hand. "Thanks Gus." She said with a small smile. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet. "How ya holdin' up?" He asked. Gus may look scruffy, but he has a heart. When he heard that she was left on the port on a count a Jack and her getting in a fight he pitied her. "I'll be fine. Just give me my stuff and we can get started." He put his arm around her shoulder and walked her out. This man she didn't care if he put his arm around her, she felt like he was a brother or a grandpa to her. He led her into a small house on the corner of the street that had green shutters and white fencing.
He handed her a bag that had her things to train with him; Gus used to be a pirate and knew a man who fought well aboard his ship. His name was Chang Yow. He is a renowned sword man in Japan and has retired here, but Gus has managed to get her some lessons.
"Good evening Wendy. How did you sleep?" He said in a Japanese accent. "If I got any sleep at all." She rolled her eyes and headed for the dressing room. "Well hurry up and get your suit on and we can start." He sipped his tea and smiled. He was wearing blue and green rags that have been dulled by years of being worn. He wore small glasses that fit his face and his hair was pulled back in a braid.
When she came out she wore a suit of armor. It had a helmet that fell just over her eyes and had an almost fairy tale feel to it. Etched with ivy the sword was a wonder.
"Okay we can start." She said smiling.
"Good draw your sword." Chang stood up and grabbed a small thin sword, unlike hers which was broad, it was slender and looked like it would break. She pulled her sword out of the seethe and held it in front of her. Chang held it to his side and smiled with relaxation. "Now come and hit me." She darted after him and swung at him, and each time he blocked. "Relax. Don't use anger." She frowned and swung harder, but she could not break threw. "Relax. Right." She took a deep breath and pushed the sword at his thigh, but he jumped away. "That was good. Now do it again." For hours a day she would do this non-stop. Preparing to get home.
Their intermission didn't last long, you could get a drink, lay around, but not much. "Chang." She said. He looked up from his teacup and smiled. "Yes?"
"I want to know where you got me these things?"
He sighed and put his cup down. "Many years ago I climbed the highest mountain in Japan. Mt. Tateyama. I took a road no one knew about, and when I reached the top. The dead who climbed that mountain and failed gave me that armor. They said that one-day I would find someone able to use it. and will do great things. So I tried it on, but it just fell off. For you Wendy it stays. And I have yet to see its great power." He took another sip of tea.
"But those are just myths right?"
"The armor stays on right?"
She looked at her sword and thought she saw it glow, but shook it off. Suddenly before they could begin the training again a man ran into the door.
"A ship! He's killing everyone! Looking for some girl!" The man had a panicked look on his face and ran away again.
"Come on." Said Chang pulling her out into the street. Over all the peoples heads you could see black sails and the crew scouring the city.
That's the end! Sorry I'm on vacation so I was kinda slow to make this one, but here it is! Should it be Jack coming to get her or something else? Tell me what you think! ~Demon91~