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Chapter 2: I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore
Samantha slowly opened her eyes but all she found herself looking at was darkness. But there was one strange thing she did realize. She was no longer on that comfortable couch. She wasn't even in her bed. Instead, she found herself lying on cold, damp, hard ground.
As her eyes focused to the darkness, not only did she realize she wasn't on the couch, but she wasn't in her living room either. Actually, she wasn't even in her apartment anymore. She was lying on a cobblestone path in a dank, narrow ally. All of this was unfamiliar territory to her. There was something else she realized too... she was completely alone. Danielle was no where in sight.
As everything began to sink in, her eyes became wider and wider in fear. A thousand thoughts of what might be happening flew through her head. The one that kept popping up was "Oh no. I've been kidnapped!" But she decided that perhaps it would be best to get up and examine her new surroundings. She figured they would give her a clue to what was happening and where she was.
Samantha got up, slowly and cautiously, and began to walk down the path. "What the hell is this?" She whispered to herself as she looked at the world beyond the ally. She was at a port. She could see the water and boats out in the distance. Then she took a good look at the people. They looked so different compared to Samantha. She thought they all looked like they were from the 1700's.
"Hey! You! Missy!" Samantha turned around to find a man in a red coat running down the ally towards her. As he got closer she realized he had a musket with a bayonet attached to it. "What's your name, miss?" He said firmly as he stopped several feet away and pointed his musket at her. His brows were furrowed and Samantha got the distinct impression that she was in some kind of trouble. "Hey, hey, hey buddy." She said as she threw her hands up in the air. "I don't want any trouble. I didn't even do anything wrong." "You're a pirate. And pirates always want trouble and they always do something wrong." The man grabbed her shoulder and began to lead her down the street, but not before slapping a pair of shackles on her wrists.
"I am NOT a pirate! How the hell did you come to that conclusion anyway?!? I don't look like a damn pirate!" Samantha was shocked that she would be accused of such a thing. Not to mention pirates weren't supposed to even be around anymore. "Yes, you do. Now, what's your name?" Samantha then remembered how strange she must look to everyone with her gray worn-out jeans and her tight camofluage T-shirt. She decided to give in for the moment. She could always just escape later. "Samantha." She mumble under her breath. "Now where are we going?" "Well Samantha," the man stated proudly, as if he just slayed a dragon. "You're going to the jail... and then to the gallows."
Ok, maybe she couldn't just escape later.
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Danielle had gotten up shortly after Samantha. She had opened her eyes to find herself in the midst of a group of men.
Her hands were tied so tight together in front of her she was losing circulation to her fingers. She didn't care though, she was to tired to care. Actually, she was to tired to even realize it. But as she looked around, the sleepiness wore off because she realized she was on the deck of a ship. It was a wooden old ship that was falling into disrepair. The planks of wood on the deck were cracking and the black sails were tattered and ripped. She took a glance at the sky and saw that moon was full and it illuminated everything.
And then she noticed she wasn't alone. She was in the company of a fairly large group of men. They looked like pirates, well, that's the conclusion she came to but all she could see were skeletons with a few rags hanging off their rattling bones. They walked around doing random things which were probably their jobs. They didn't notice she was awake yet.
Danielle couldn't believe what was going on. "This isn't real. This was only in a movie." She whispered to herself. But the one nearest to her, who was at the wheel of the ship only 7 feet away from her, heard her words and turned around and squated down so he and Samantha were eye-level. "No. This is NOT real!" Danielle whispered again as she tried to squirm away. She was having problems with that, though, because thats when she realized she had her hands tied together. "Oh, but missy, I 'ssure you it is." He said in a harsh voice and the skeletal monkey atop his shoulder made a few grunts in agreeance with him. Danielle was really terrified by now. Who wouldn't be if they were eye-level with a talking skeleton that is currently NOT six feet under?
Danielle gave a few high-pitched squeaks before letting out an ear-piercing scream. She then jumped up and bolted for a small, narrow, wooden flight of stairs nearby, hands still tied together, leaving the walking talking skeletons behind her, laughing evily.
"Welcome ta the Black Pearl!" One of the pirates yelled out to her.
"She'll 'ave ta come up sometime." The skeleton with the monkey on his shoulder said. He looked around at the others who continued to laugh. "Well, back ta work ya dirty scallywags! We 'ave a port that needs plunderin!"
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Chapter 2: I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore
Samantha slowly opened her eyes but all she found herself looking at was darkness. But there was one strange thing she did realize. She was no longer on that comfortable couch. She wasn't even in her bed. Instead, she found herself lying on cold, damp, hard ground.
As her eyes focused to the darkness, not only did she realize she wasn't on the couch, but she wasn't in her living room either. Actually, she wasn't even in her apartment anymore. She was lying on a cobblestone path in a dank, narrow ally. All of this was unfamiliar territory to her. There was something else she realized too... she was completely alone. Danielle was no where in sight.
As everything began to sink in, her eyes became wider and wider in fear. A thousand thoughts of what might be happening flew through her head. The one that kept popping up was "Oh no. I've been kidnapped!" But she decided that perhaps it would be best to get up and examine her new surroundings. She figured they would give her a clue to what was happening and where she was.
Samantha got up, slowly and cautiously, and began to walk down the path. "What the hell is this?" She whispered to herself as she looked at the world beyond the ally. She was at a port. She could see the water and boats out in the distance. Then she took a good look at the people. They looked so different compared to Samantha. She thought they all looked like they were from the 1700's.
"Hey! You! Missy!" Samantha turned around to find a man in a red coat running down the ally towards her. As he got closer she realized he had a musket with a bayonet attached to it. "What's your name, miss?" He said firmly as he stopped several feet away and pointed his musket at her. His brows were furrowed and Samantha got the distinct impression that she was in some kind of trouble. "Hey, hey, hey buddy." She said as she threw her hands up in the air. "I don't want any trouble. I didn't even do anything wrong." "You're a pirate. And pirates always want trouble and they always do something wrong." The man grabbed her shoulder and began to lead her down the street, but not before slapping a pair of shackles on her wrists.
"I am NOT a pirate! How the hell did you come to that conclusion anyway?!? I don't look like a damn pirate!" Samantha was shocked that she would be accused of such a thing. Not to mention pirates weren't supposed to even be around anymore. "Yes, you do. Now, what's your name?" Samantha then remembered how strange she must look to everyone with her gray worn-out jeans and her tight camofluage T-shirt. She decided to give in for the moment. She could always just escape later. "Samantha." She mumble under her breath. "Now where are we going?" "Well Samantha," the man stated proudly, as if he just slayed a dragon. "You're going to the jail... and then to the gallows."
Ok, maybe she couldn't just escape later.
***
Danielle had gotten up shortly after Samantha. She had opened her eyes to find herself in the midst of a group of men.
Her hands were tied so tight together in front of her she was losing circulation to her fingers. She didn't care though, she was to tired to care. Actually, she was to tired to even realize it. But as she looked around, the sleepiness wore off because she realized she was on the deck of a ship. It was a wooden old ship that was falling into disrepair. The planks of wood on the deck were cracking and the black sails were tattered and ripped. She took a glance at the sky and saw that moon was full and it illuminated everything.
And then she noticed she wasn't alone. She was in the company of a fairly large group of men. They looked like pirates, well, that's the conclusion she came to but all she could see were skeletons with a few rags hanging off their rattling bones. They walked around doing random things which were probably their jobs. They didn't notice she was awake yet.
Danielle couldn't believe what was going on. "This isn't real. This was only in a movie." She whispered to herself. But the one nearest to her, who was at the wheel of the ship only 7 feet away from her, heard her words and turned around and squated down so he and Samantha were eye-level. "No. This is NOT real!" Danielle whispered again as she tried to squirm away. She was having problems with that, though, because thats when she realized she had her hands tied together. "Oh, but missy, I 'ssure you it is." He said in a harsh voice and the skeletal monkey atop his shoulder made a few grunts in agreeance with him. Danielle was really terrified by now. Who wouldn't be if they were eye-level with a talking skeleton that is currently NOT six feet under?
Danielle gave a few high-pitched squeaks before letting out an ear-piercing scream. She then jumped up and bolted for a small, narrow, wooden flight of stairs nearby, hands still tied together, leaving the walking talking skeletons behind her, laughing evily.
"Welcome ta the Black Pearl!" One of the pirates yelled out to her.
"She'll 'ave ta come up sometime." The skeleton with the monkey on his shoulder said. He looked around at the others who continued to laugh. "Well, back ta work ya dirty scallywags! We 'ave a port that needs plunderin!"
