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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Jack steered the ship as he looked down at him compass that didn't point North. He put it in his coat pocket and looked out over the horizon at the rising sun. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the salty sea air. He had finally gotten the Black Pearl back, his freedom. Now, this was the only thing he cared about, and he swore to never let it go again.
He watched as his crew scurried about working on their chores on the ship. Jack laughed to himself as they sailed off, not sure where they'd end up next.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Amera threw her bag onto the Red Coral and stepped on. Both her father and her uncle owned and sailed this ship together as brothers, and now she shared it with only her uncle. She took her bag into her room, the nicest room on the ship. She threw the bag on her bed, then touched her father's locket around her neck, with the map securely inside. She pondered a moment until her uncle shouting. She ran up to the deck. They were shipping off.
Fin's crew untied the ropes and readied the sails. Amera saw her uncle at the helm, she walked up the steps and put her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, uncle. I'm very grateful that your doing this with me." "Ey, it was nothin'. Besides, I wouldn't let you sail off with me ship to that bloody island alone! The Red Coral is the second fastest ship in the Caribbean!"
Amera gave him a confused look, "The second fastest?" "Aye, the fastest ship I ever 'eard of is the Black Pearl, run by Cap'n Sparrow!" "Really? I thought Sparrow was kicked off the Pearl by Barbossa?"
"He was. But after that curse with his former crew and Barbossa was broken an' all, Sparrow killed 'em, got a new crew, and sailed away with the Pearl." "Well! When did all this happen?" Amera asked.
"Oh, just the day before yesterday. I spoke to a shipmate on Sparrow's ship before you showed up at Marlin's Pub." "Well then, this Sparrow must be quite a cunning man. Dim-witted, but cunning." They saw the sunrise as the cool breeze hit their faces, bringing forth the day.
"HOLD 'ER STEADY AMERA!" yelled Uncle Fin. She was at the helm as Fin and the crew were trying to get the sails fixed as the storm grew worse and worse. The sky was dark and there was thunder and lightening, rain pounded the boat as everyone tried to keep the sails from tearing. The ship tossed back and forth in the waves. Amera held tightly on the wheel, keeping it on the steady course. Finally, the storm began to let up some, the crew was beginning to relax. Fin came up to Amera and took the wheel. "Thanks Amera." She patted him on the back and walked to the stern of the ship. It was still dark and rainy, but she could still see the ocean. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and ran back to her uncle.
"Uncle! We've got company!" she pointed out a pirate ship approaching the port side. Fin saw the pirate flag, an unfamiliar crew and the writing on the side. "It's the Prowler!" He muttered under his breath. "Alright men! Get you swords ready! This is no friendly ship!" Everyone got weapons and started loading the cannons. Fin ran down and took out his sword. Men sung over from the other ship, cannons blew.
People were fighting aboard the Red Coral. Amera stood there and had just realized she put her sword in her quarters! She ran down to be cabin, her bag was still on her bed and she opened it, revealing her sword. She ran up to the deck to help the crew.
She saw men everywhere, tearing each other apart. She saw one of her shipmates lost his sword as a man approached him, ready to kill. Amera ran up to him, kicked his sword out of his hand and punched him in the face. She went over to the starboard side, finding Fin facing two pirates. She ran next to him and took on one of the pirates. In no time she slit his throat, she had almost seventeen years with a sword so she knew exactly what she was doing. She and Fin kept fighting, "What ship is this anyway?" she asked. "It's the Prowler!" Fin replied. "That sounds familiar!" "It should, it's the same pirate ship that kidnapped your mother and murdered your parents!"
She froze. These me? These pirates killed my parents? Amera was suddenly furious. She went up to a pirate and pushed her sword into his gut. Then she found another running towards her, and she threw her dagger at him hitting him between the eyes. She ran over and drew her dagger from his head. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm.
"Amera! Abandon ship!" It was her uncle. "What? I won't leave you here Fin!" "No! You have to do this for me! I won't let the same thing happen to you that happened to your father and mother!" She stared at him, "Fin no!" He pushed her into the sea. "Go!" She quickly came to surface. The Red Coral began to sink, the Prowler had defeated them.
Amera found a large object from her ship and got on top of it. She watched as the Prowler's crewmates swung back to their ship, cheering in victory. The Red Coral sank into the dark waters. Amera bowed her head, not able to look as the Prowler sailed away. Then, she took off her blue bandanna and tied her hand to the raft. There was still a light storm going on, and if she were to fall unconscious or asleep, she didn't want to drown. Unaware, the next few days on the ocean, Amera fell unconscious.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Jack steered the ship as he looked down at him compass that didn't point North. He put it in his coat pocket and looked out over the horizon at the rising sun. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the salty sea air. He had finally gotten the Black Pearl back, his freedom. Now, this was the only thing he cared about, and he swore to never let it go again.
He watched as his crew scurried about working on their chores on the ship. Jack laughed to himself as they sailed off, not sure where they'd end up next.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Amera threw her bag onto the Red Coral and stepped on. Both her father and her uncle owned and sailed this ship together as brothers, and now she shared it with only her uncle. She took her bag into her room, the nicest room on the ship. She threw the bag on her bed, then touched her father's locket around her neck, with the map securely inside. She pondered a moment until her uncle shouting. She ran up to the deck. They were shipping off.
Fin's crew untied the ropes and readied the sails. Amera saw her uncle at the helm, she walked up the steps and put her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, uncle. I'm very grateful that your doing this with me." "Ey, it was nothin'. Besides, I wouldn't let you sail off with me ship to that bloody island alone! The Red Coral is the second fastest ship in the Caribbean!"
Amera gave him a confused look, "The second fastest?" "Aye, the fastest ship I ever 'eard of is the Black Pearl, run by Cap'n Sparrow!" "Really? I thought Sparrow was kicked off the Pearl by Barbossa?"
"He was. But after that curse with his former crew and Barbossa was broken an' all, Sparrow killed 'em, got a new crew, and sailed away with the Pearl." "Well! When did all this happen?" Amera asked.
"Oh, just the day before yesterday. I spoke to a shipmate on Sparrow's ship before you showed up at Marlin's Pub." "Well then, this Sparrow must be quite a cunning man. Dim-witted, but cunning." They saw the sunrise as the cool breeze hit their faces, bringing forth the day.
"HOLD 'ER STEADY AMERA!" yelled Uncle Fin. She was at the helm as Fin and the crew were trying to get the sails fixed as the storm grew worse and worse. The sky was dark and there was thunder and lightening, rain pounded the boat as everyone tried to keep the sails from tearing. The ship tossed back and forth in the waves. Amera held tightly on the wheel, keeping it on the steady course. Finally, the storm began to let up some, the crew was beginning to relax. Fin came up to Amera and took the wheel. "Thanks Amera." She patted him on the back and walked to the stern of the ship. It was still dark and rainy, but she could still see the ocean. Suddenly, she widened her eyes and ran back to her uncle.
"Uncle! We've got company!" she pointed out a pirate ship approaching the port side. Fin saw the pirate flag, an unfamiliar crew and the writing on the side. "It's the Prowler!" He muttered under his breath. "Alright men! Get you swords ready! This is no friendly ship!" Everyone got weapons and started loading the cannons. Fin ran down and took out his sword. Men sung over from the other ship, cannons blew.
People were fighting aboard the Red Coral. Amera stood there and had just realized she put her sword in her quarters! She ran down to be cabin, her bag was still on her bed and she opened it, revealing her sword. She ran up to the deck to help the crew.
She saw men everywhere, tearing each other apart. She saw one of her shipmates lost his sword as a man approached him, ready to kill. Amera ran up to him, kicked his sword out of his hand and punched him in the face. She went over to the starboard side, finding Fin facing two pirates. She ran next to him and took on one of the pirates. In no time she slit his throat, she had almost seventeen years with a sword so she knew exactly what she was doing. She and Fin kept fighting, "What ship is this anyway?" she asked. "It's the Prowler!" Fin replied. "That sounds familiar!" "It should, it's the same pirate ship that kidnapped your mother and murdered your parents!"
She froze. These me? These pirates killed my parents? Amera was suddenly furious. She went up to a pirate and pushed her sword into his gut. Then she found another running towards her, and she threw her dagger at him hitting him between the eyes. She ran over and drew her dagger from his head. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm.
"Amera! Abandon ship!" It was her uncle. "What? I won't leave you here Fin!" "No! You have to do this for me! I won't let the same thing happen to you that happened to your father and mother!" She stared at him, "Fin no!" He pushed her into the sea. "Go!" She quickly came to surface. The Red Coral began to sink, the Prowler had defeated them.
Amera found a large object from her ship and got on top of it. She watched as the Prowler's crewmates swung back to their ship, cheering in victory. The Red Coral sank into the dark waters. Amera bowed her head, not able to look as the Prowler sailed away. Then, she took off her blue bandanna and tied her hand to the raft. There was still a light storm going on, and if she were to fall unconscious or asleep, she didn't want to drown. Unaware, the next few days on the ocean, Amera fell unconscious.