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ILoveOrli: Thanks for reviewing and putting me on your favorite authors list. You are so cool.
Selene: Thanks for reading. I didn't really think to hard about the fact that Bill called Isabella- Mrs. Sparrow. I hadn't really fully created her character before I wrote it. Oh well. Forgive me?
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CHAPTER THREE
"Wait," Isabella said before John could bring them onto the ship. "Jack, I got this for you." She held out a small package.
Jack reached and took in into his hands. "Should I open in now?"
"Don't have time. We have to get on board before it starts raining." John said, ushering the two of them forward.
"Sir," began Bill.
"While on the ship, both of you will need to refer to me as Captain." John replied. This statement brought some relief to Jack who had been wondering what would be appropriate to call him. Father seemed to formal but it didn't seem right to call some one you just met Dad.
"Captain," Bill restarted. "What are Jack and I going to be doing tonight?"
"Just stay out of the way. You'll have enough work starting tomorrow."
"Goodbye," Isabella called as Jack and Bill climbed onto the ship. "I'll see you in a year!"
Jack waved and Bill gave a small salute. Minutes later, the ship 'Godspeed' was on it's way.
The ship had hardly been sailing when a deep wind pushed itself against the side of the ship, tipping it sideways.
"All men on deck!" John called. "Looks like we're in for one hell of a storm."
"I thought it was only going to be a little rain," Bill looked at Jack, worriedly.
"Guess not."
Minutes later, the rain began falling heavily down on them. Sharp pinpricks of water fell on Jack's arms and shoulders as he tried to put out his hands to shade his eyes from the rain.
"Tie this rope of there," One of the sailors said to him, handing him the end of a rope. Jack looked at the rope in confusion.
"Don't just stand there!" The sailor yelled. "Tie it up! Use a strong knot! Hurry!"
Bill, hearing the order, came up next to him and together they began tying the rope into a strong knot. Jack remembered Old Smith, an elderly man who visited the Inn every once in a while, showing them the different types of knots and what they were best for and quickly began using one that he knew well.
The rain began pelting down harder and Jack had to fumble around blindly with the rope. He couldn't see anymore. The ship rocked back and forth violently.
"-ck! Jack! Jack!" Vaguely, he could hear his name being called over the noise of the storm but he could not see where John's voice was coming from.
"-dge. Away... the edge."
"What?" Jack yelled back.
"Bill and you.... Get away .... Edge."
Jack tried to piece together what he was saying. "What?" he yelled again.
"You need to get away from the egde!"
Jack grabbed Bill, and began pulling him towards where he thought John's voice was coming from but the wet deck under him made his feet unsteady. He slipped and Bill fell down with him.
"Away...edge." Jack could still hear John yelling.
Jack tried to get up again but right then the boat tipped again sending a wave of water towards him. Tired as he was from fighting the storm he found he could not keep his balance against the force of the storm. The wave rushed up against him and pushed him over the edge of the ship, Bill next to him.
Jack fell into the stormy ocean and was immediately pulled under by a dark wave. The cold water swerved around him and Jack felt disoriented. Which way was up? Suddenly his head broke above water and he breathed in a deep breath, coughing.
"Stay above water," Bill's voice was next to him.
"Can't. Swim." Jack said.
"Sure, anyone can swim. Easy." Bill, himself was pulled under the water for a minute, but appeared above not much later.
"Can't. No. Can't." Panic was filling Jack, making it hard to float above the surface. He went under slightly and breathed in a lungful of sea water. He began coughing which made him drag in even more water. He slunk under water again. He moved his arms about wildly but he couldn't find up again. The took in another watery breath and then darkness swirled around him and he knew no more.
ILoveOrli: Thanks for reviewing and putting me on your favorite authors list. You are so cool.
Selene: Thanks for reading. I didn't really think to hard about the fact that Bill called Isabella- Mrs. Sparrow. I hadn't really fully created her character before I wrote it. Oh well. Forgive me?
ONLY TWO REVIEWS? WELL, THESE PEOPLE GET LIFE SIZE JACK POSTERS BECAUSE THEY'RE COOL!! AND A MILLION POINTS!
CHAPTER THREE
"Wait," Isabella said before John could bring them onto the ship. "Jack, I got this for you." She held out a small package.
Jack reached and took in into his hands. "Should I open in now?"
"Don't have time. We have to get on board before it starts raining." John said, ushering the two of them forward.
"Sir," began Bill.
"While on the ship, both of you will need to refer to me as Captain." John replied. This statement brought some relief to Jack who had been wondering what would be appropriate to call him. Father seemed to formal but it didn't seem right to call some one you just met Dad.
"Captain," Bill restarted. "What are Jack and I going to be doing tonight?"
"Just stay out of the way. You'll have enough work starting tomorrow."
"Goodbye," Isabella called as Jack and Bill climbed onto the ship. "I'll see you in a year!"
Jack waved and Bill gave a small salute. Minutes later, the ship 'Godspeed' was on it's way.
The ship had hardly been sailing when a deep wind pushed itself against the side of the ship, tipping it sideways.
"All men on deck!" John called. "Looks like we're in for one hell of a storm."
"I thought it was only going to be a little rain," Bill looked at Jack, worriedly.
"Guess not."
Minutes later, the rain began falling heavily down on them. Sharp pinpricks of water fell on Jack's arms and shoulders as he tried to put out his hands to shade his eyes from the rain.
"Tie this rope of there," One of the sailors said to him, handing him the end of a rope. Jack looked at the rope in confusion.
"Don't just stand there!" The sailor yelled. "Tie it up! Use a strong knot! Hurry!"
Bill, hearing the order, came up next to him and together they began tying the rope into a strong knot. Jack remembered Old Smith, an elderly man who visited the Inn every once in a while, showing them the different types of knots and what they were best for and quickly began using one that he knew well.
The rain began pelting down harder and Jack had to fumble around blindly with the rope. He couldn't see anymore. The ship rocked back and forth violently.
"-ck! Jack! Jack!" Vaguely, he could hear his name being called over the noise of the storm but he could not see where John's voice was coming from.
"-dge. Away... the edge."
"What?" Jack yelled back.
"Bill and you.... Get away .... Edge."
Jack tried to piece together what he was saying. "What?" he yelled again.
"You need to get away from the egde!"
Jack grabbed Bill, and began pulling him towards where he thought John's voice was coming from but the wet deck under him made his feet unsteady. He slipped and Bill fell down with him.
"Away...edge." Jack could still hear John yelling.
Jack tried to get up again but right then the boat tipped again sending a wave of water towards him. Tired as he was from fighting the storm he found he could not keep his balance against the force of the storm. The wave rushed up against him and pushed him over the edge of the ship, Bill next to him.
Jack fell into the stormy ocean and was immediately pulled under by a dark wave. The cold water swerved around him and Jack felt disoriented. Which way was up? Suddenly his head broke above water and he breathed in a deep breath, coughing.
"Stay above water," Bill's voice was next to him.
"Can't. Swim." Jack said.
"Sure, anyone can swim. Easy." Bill, himself was pulled under the water for a minute, but appeared above not much later.
"Can't. No. Can't." Panic was filling Jack, making it hard to float above the surface. He went under slightly and breathed in a lungful of sea water. He began coughing which made him drag in even more water. He slunk under water again. He moved his arms about wildly but he couldn't find up again. The took in another watery breath and then darkness swirled around him and he knew no more.