A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first attempt at a PoTC fanfic, so I
would appreciate any suggestions you have.
Disclaimer: I own PoTC! Yay! Oh, wait. I just own the DVD. Darnit. The mouse has everything else, I guess. Including Johnny and Orlando (sniff)
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She paced the floor of the cabin nervously. All was silent above her and that didn't give her a good feeling. It had been nearly half an hour since the captain had spotted a pirate ship headed towards them and had sent her down below to hide. Not ten minutes later, the sound of battle had reached her ears. Now, all of a sudden, it was quiet. Somehow, that was more frightening than the sound of swords clashing.
The silence was suddenly broken by heavy footsteps near her cabin door. Instantly, Kathleen Thomas thought of every book on pirates she had ever read. Here she was, a woman alone on the high seas, at the mercy of pirates. Well, they wouldn't be taking her without a fight. She grabbed the only suitable weapon she could find, a parasol, and held it like a club.
The door opened to reveal a very tall, very muscular, very dirty man. His dark hair appeared to be matted to his head permanently, his clothes were tattered and torn, and he bore several scars on his face. Kathleen bit back the urge to gasp at the sight. It would do her no good to be frightened. His eyes lit up when he saw her.
"Well, well. What do we have here? Ain't ye a pretty 'un."
Kathleen did not respond, but held the parasol tighter.
"What be yer name, missy?"
"I fail to see where that is any of your concern," she replied in her most haughty manner. At least, as haughty as one can be when one is threatening a pirate with a lacy parasol.
"Oh, so it can speak. A bit high and mighty, ain't ye? Still pretty, though. Ye'll make a fine gift for the captain."
"I belong to no one but myself and I will not be carted away like a prize."
For such a big man, he moved awfully quick. Before she could react, his hand flew across her cheek in a stinging blow. Stunned at first, she quickly recovered and kicked him just as hard as she could with her pointy- toe shoes. He cried out in pain at the contact and she smiled smugly, but her triumph was short-lived. He delivered yet another blow to her head, much harder this time, and, as the darkness began to swirl around her, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and carried out of the room.
Disclaimer: I own PoTC! Yay! Oh, wait. I just own the DVD. Darnit. The mouse has everything else, I guess. Including Johnny and Orlando (sniff)
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She paced the floor of the cabin nervously. All was silent above her and that didn't give her a good feeling. It had been nearly half an hour since the captain had spotted a pirate ship headed towards them and had sent her down below to hide. Not ten minutes later, the sound of battle had reached her ears. Now, all of a sudden, it was quiet. Somehow, that was more frightening than the sound of swords clashing.
The silence was suddenly broken by heavy footsteps near her cabin door. Instantly, Kathleen Thomas thought of every book on pirates she had ever read. Here she was, a woman alone on the high seas, at the mercy of pirates. Well, they wouldn't be taking her without a fight. She grabbed the only suitable weapon she could find, a parasol, and held it like a club.
The door opened to reveal a very tall, very muscular, very dirty man. His dark hair appeared to be matted to his head permanently, his clothes were tattered and torn, and he bore several scars on his face. Kathleen bit back the urge to gasp at the sight. It would do her no good to be frightened. His eyes lit up when he saw her.
"Well, well. What do we have here? Ain't ye a pretty 'un."
Kathleen did not respond, but held the parasol tighter.
"What be yer name, missy?"
"I fail to see where that is any of your concern," she replied in her most haughty manner. At least, as haughty as one can be when one is threatening a pirate with a lacy parasol.
"Oh, so it can speak. A bit high and mighty, ain't ye? Still pretty, though. Ye'll make a fine gift for the captain."
"I belong to no one but myself and I will not be carted away like a prize."
For such a big man, he moved awfully quick. Before she could react, his hand flew across her cheek in a stinging blow. Stunned at first, she quickly recovered and kicked him just as hard as she could with her pointy- toe shoes. He cried out in pain at the contact and she smiled smugly, but her triumph was short-lived. He delivered yet another blow to her head, much harder this time, and, as the darkness began to swirl around her, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and carried out of the room.