Hullo again, my loyal Slaves! Er, I mean reviewers!
Usual disclaimer. Basically, the plot's mine. Everything else isn't.
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Chapter Seven – Losing It
Not much time had passed before the stowaway's had been discovered. Now they sat in a damp brig, the bilge water sloshing about with the motions of the ship.
Jack still sat, his eyes so wide Ana was frightened they'd fall out. He hadn't stopped grinning since they'd climbed aboard. The crew believed him insane. Ana was beginning to agree with them.
"Oi! Youse two! I'm takin' ye to the Capt'n!"
A tall, skinny man had appeared. Another tall man accompanied him. However, his companion was also rather tubby about the middle. Together they opened the cell door, and pulled the siblings upward. Ana wriggled as much as her dress would allow, but Jack just stood there. They even let go of him, but all he did was turn and look further round at his surroundings.
They were lead up into the night. The crew jeered them, and made, what Ana thought were, horrid remarks about her. They were shoved roughly into a large room. It contained a table, several chairs, and a short, fat piggy- eyed man.
"Ahh! The stowaways!"
Ana and Jack were tied to the chairs, and the other crewmembers left. The Captain, at least Ana thought him to be the captain, leaned back in his chair.
"Why have you come aboard my ship?"
Ana looked at Jack, who was marvelling at the interior of the cabin. Ana gave up, and looked back at the ball of a man opposite.
"Umm...We wanted to escape Port Jashal."
"Oh. I suppose that makes it perfectly acceptable...Not! Why should I have to feed two little runaways like you?!"
"We'll work on deck!"
"Do you know anything about ships?"
"Well...not a lot..."
"It'll have to be deck scrubbing. You will work day and night, and whenever I want you to. You are to live in the brig. Mr Trant!"
The tall, skinny man reappeared. He untied Ana, and the still amazed Jack, before throwing them outside, onto the water covered deck. Two brushes were dropped onto them. Ana grabbed her brush savagely. It was all Jack's fault.
Jack looked up from the deck boards. All around him, real pirates were clambering over a real pirate ship. The rigging swaying, the ship creaking, the shouts and calls of the men. The beautiful polished wood of the helm. Jack's eyes lingered on that especially. He'd stand there someday.
He looked across at his sister, who was taking out her fury on the deck. He nudged her gently in the ribs.
"Wonderful, isn't it Ana?"
Ana stared at him. She was on her hands and knees, crawling about in two inches of cold, rank seawater. They'd just been sentenced to being slaves for their lives aboard this foul ship. Jack had well and truly lost it.
The sound of flesh on flesh rang out. The pirates didn't hear it. Only Ana and Jack heard it. Ana didn't need to, as she had caused it. Neither did Jack; he'd felt it. It was to be the first of many slaps.
Usual disclaimer. Basically, the plot's mine. Everything else isn't.
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Chapter Seven – Losing It
Not much time had passed before the stowaway's had been discovered. Now they sat in a damp brig, the bilge water sloshing about with the motions of the ship.
Jack still sat, his eyes so wide Ana was frightened they'd fall out. He hadn't stopped grinning since they'd climbed aboard. The crew believed him insane. Ana was beginning to agree with them.
"Oi! Youse two! I'm takin' ye to the Capt'n!"
A tall, skinny man had appeared. Another tall man accompanied him. However, his companion was also rather tubby about the middle. Together they opened the cell door, and pulled the siblings upward. Ana wriggled as much as her dress would allow, but Jack just stood there. They even let go of him, but all he did was turn and look further round at his surroundings.
They were lead up into the night. The crew jeered them, and made, what Ana thought were, horrid remarks about her. They were shoved roughly into a large room. It contained a table, several chairs, and a short, fat piggy- eyed man.
"Ahh! The stowaways!"
Ana and Jack were tied to the chairs, and the other crewmembers left. The Captain, at least Ana thought him to be the captain, leaned back in his chair.
"Why have you come aboard my ship?"
Ana looked at Jack, who was marvelling at the interior of the cabin. Ana gave up, and looked back at the ball of a man opposite.
"Umm...We wanted to escape Port Jashal."
"Oh. I suppose that makes it perfectly acceptable...Not! Why should I have to feed two little runaways like you?!"
"We'll work on deck!"
"Do you know anything about ships?"
"Well...not a lot..."
"It'll have to be deck scrubbing. You will work day and night, and whenever I want you to. You are to live in the brig. Mr Trant!"
The tall, skinny man reappeared. He untied Ana, and the still amazed Jack, before throwing them outside, onto the water covered deck. Two brushes were dropped onto them. Ana grabbed her brush savagely. It was all Jack's fault.
Jack looked up from the deck boards. All around him, real pirates were clambering over a real pirate ship. The rigging swaying, the ship creaking, the shouts and calls of the men. The beautiful polished wood of the helm. Jack's eyes lingered on that especially. He'd stand there someday.
He looked across at his sister, who was taking out her fury on the deck. He nudged her gently in the ribs.
"Wonderful, isn't it Ana?"
Ana stared at him. She was on her hands and knees, crawling about in two inches of cold, rank seawater. They'd just been sentenced to being slaves for their lives aboard this foul ship. Jack had well and truly lost it.
The sound of flesh on flesh rang out. The pirates didn't hear it. Only Ana and Jack heard it. Ana didn't need to, as she had caused it. Neither did Jack; he'd felt it. It was to be the first of many slaps.