Hey!!! I have a good excuse for the long silences that have become the
norm. First off, I have been in Arizona since Christmas, so I lost
valuable vacation-writing time by being 3000 miles from home. Another
thing, my Obssessers Anonymous meetings have been running late, ever since
the small incident in the local mall when I refused to leave the side of
the life-sized Johnny Depp cut out. Then there is the fact that we are in
serious rehearsals for my after-school play, A Wrinkle In Time. Not to
mention the normal homework/projects stuff for the evil middle school I go
to. And now I have rehearsals for School House Rock! So I have a pretty
full schedule, which has taught me the art of pre-writing!!!!!!
Unfortunately, not the art of keeping all the pre-writing in a single
notebook, and not scattered over five or six. Anyway, I want to thank Genna
and Aryn, the only reviewers of the last chapter, who showed me that I'm
not a complete failure!!!!!!! P.S., relax Aryn!!
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The next morning I woke up with my head resting on my arms, and a slight pressure around my waist. I lifted my head slightly, bewildered. I retraced last night's events, wondering. We arrived on The Pearl, walked into the captain's quarters, and.
I was drawing a blank, as usual. Then it hit me. One empty bed. Two people. No scuffle, no bruises, cuts, or soon to be scars. That meant one thing. I looked down at my waist. I recognized the arm around it. Jack.
I turned my head ever so slightly to the left. There he was, dead to the world.
I let my head fall back on my arms noiselessly. Nice one. The little voice inside my head scolded. Now you have the most beautiful pirate in the Caribbean lying next to you, with his arm around your waist.
At least he's younger than Dad. Another voice piped up.
Yeah, but hardly. The first one argued back. You are in serious trouble now.
Now see, that's the problem with you logical voices. The second voice grumbled. You worry way too much. Just go along and see what happens!
I listened to the second voice. I allowed my thoughts to wander, appreciating the warmth of Jack's body against mine, his arm wrapped so protectively around me.
Then I felt him stir. I closed my eyes, not wanting him to know that I was awake. In spite of myself, I cracked one eye open. He sat up, a bit dazed, as was normal for anyone who just woke up. He turned and looked at me. My eye fluttered close, as though it was just part my slumber. I felt him reach over and brush a strand of hair behind my ear. I suppressed a shutter as his fingertips lingered on my neck, wishing with everything I had that he would never lift them away. Unfortunately, he could not hear my silent plea. He stood up, yanked on his boots and coat, and left the room, not making a sound.
I gave him a minute's head start, before I sat up, wondering what that was all about. Jack never acted like that before. It worried me. Just because I had been in love with him since I can remember doesn't explain why he suddenly was attracted to me like a moth to the flame. That was when it hit me: Did this have anything to do with the Light.
Now would be a good place to explain what the Light truly is. It's a brand of magic that can give the bearer extraordinary powers, should the bearer have certain events happen to Him or her. These events, known as Keys, need to happen before a certain time, or the bearer will never have that power. The bearer never knows what the power will be until the Key has unlocked it, so it's not like you can pick and choose. All of the Lighted (as the bearers are known as) have a different set of gods and goddesses to worship, and they decide who gets what power.
The Lighted as a light around them that is a different color, so that Sitara (the chief goddess, who also is the goddess of love, learning, and music) and Matrano (the chief god, also the god of hunting, piracy, and honor) don't confused on who is doing what. Because once you perform any sort of Light on anything, your color Light is radiating from that object.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* As you may have noticed, I changed the title to better suit the story. The old one drove me nuts.
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The next morning I woke up with my head resting on my arms, and a slight pressure around my waist. I lifted my head slightly, bewildered. I retraced last night's events, wondering. We arrived on The Pearl, walked into the captain's quarters, and.
I was drawing a blank, as usual. Then it hit me. One empty bed. Two people. No scuffle, no bruises, cuts, or soon to be scars. That meant one thing. I looked down at my waist. I recognized the arm around it. Jack.
I turned my head ever so slightly to the left. There he was, dead to the world.
I let my head fall back on my arms noiselessly. Nice one. The little voice inside my head scolded. Now you have the most beautiful pirate in the Caribbean lying next to you, with his arm around your waist.
At least he's younger than Dad. Another voice piped up.
Yeah, but hardly. The first one argued back. You are in serious trouble now.
Now see, that's the problem with you logical voices. The second voice grumbled. You worry way too much. Just go along and see what happens!
I listened to the second voice. I allowed my thoughts to wander, appreciating the warmth of Jack's body against mine, his arm wrapped so protectively around me.
Then I felt him stir. I closed my eyes, not wanting him to know that I was awake. In spite of myself, I cracked one eye open. He sat up, a bit dazed, as was normal for anyone who just woke up. He turned and looked at me. My eye fluttered close, as though it was just part my slumber. I felt him reach over and brush a strand of hair behind my ear. I suppressed a shutter as his fingertips lingered on my neck, wishing with everything I had that he would never lift them away. Unfortunately, he could not hear my silent plea. He stood up, yanked on his boots and coat, and left the room, not making a sound.
I gave him a minute's head start, before I sat up, wondering what that was all about. Jack never acted like that before. It worried me. Just because I had been in love with him since I can remember doesn't explain why he suddenly was attracted to me like a moth to the flame. That was when it hit me: Did this have anything to do with the Light.
Now would be a good place to explain what the Light truly is. It's a brand of magic that can give the bearer extraordinary powers, should the bearer have certain events happen to Him or her. These events, known as Keys, need to happen before a certain time, or the bearer will never have that power. The bearer never knows what the power will be until the Key has unlocked it, so it's not like you can pick and choose. All of the Lighted (as the bearers are known as) have a different set of gods and goddesses to worship, and they decide who gets what power.
The Lighted as a light around them that is a different color, so that Sitara (the chief goddess, who also is the goddess of love, learning, and music) and Matrano (the chief god, also the god of hunting, piracy, and honor) don't confused on who is doing what. Because once you perform any sort of Light on anything, your color Light is radiating from that object.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* As you may have noticed, I changed the title to better suit the story. The old one drove me nuts.
