Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This happened to flit across my mind a couple of
years ago, and I just now put it on this site. However, it does deal with pirate's like
Pirate's of the Caribbean, and Heero kind of acts like Jack. Oh well though. I don't own
any of it!
Pairing: So far only 1x3 but it might change...
Author's Note: Like I said above, this flitted across my mind when I was in Math class so I jotted it down and am now posting it. It's an alternate universe and it seems interesting
to me. But, that's me. Please review and let me know what you think. Thank-you:
Dark Moon
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Chapter One
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The waves rolled and crested, rocking the anchored ship precariously at times. A
young man dressed in faded forest-green trouser-like breeches and an unbuttoned white shirt stood at the rail, watching the horizon. His messy brown locks were tousled even more by the wind then usual. The swells crashed against the wooden side of the ship, knocking it sideways, straining the anchor again.
"Captain!"
The youth turned cobalt-blue eyes on the teenager that was running towards him. The boy stopped and saluted him. "What is it?" the cobalt-eyed teen asked.
"Captain, shouldn't we hoist anchor and set sail? The ship is being rocked
something fierce. You don't want her flipping, now do you?" the boy asked, saluting again.
The captain sighed again, looking out at sea for a moment. More white-crested swells rolled in, battling each other to get to the ship faster. "Once I recieve my
message-hawk we will depart. Tell the crew to get ready though. It shouldn't be long
now."
"Aye captain!" the teenager turned and scurried off towards the starboard side, yelling orders all the while.
"It shouldn't be long now..." the captain repeated to himself as he returned to watching the sky.
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Dusk fell over Port Silver, elicting sighs of relief from the blistering heat. As the
dusk turned into night, lights flickered on in the homes and taverns along the main street and along the water. Most of the people were inside, except for the emerald-eyed youth that wandered the streets and alleyways aimlessly.
His auburn hair hung over his right eye, shadowing it from the outside world. He was dressed in tan breeches, a light, moss green shirt, and a tan vest. Calf-high boots were laced tightly and worn from much use.
Finally, after thirty minutes or more of aimless wandering, the youth arrived at the
beach shore. There was a fire blazing from wood washed ashore and dried in the summer sunlight. Around the fire women in flaring skirts and glinting jewelery danced to music coming from instruments played by the men. The teen's pace quickened slightly and when he arrived in the cluster of men, he quickly opened the case he'd been carrying with him and pieced together the silver instrument inside. When he finished he lifted it to his lips and began to join in the music.
The flute sounded soft and mournfully, along with the other flutes and violins. The
dancers slowed, moving more dramatically and with definite deliberance. Then, as the
string and wind instruments died down to a soft whisper, a pair of panpipers joined in. The tune lifted almost immediately and the violins, flutes, clarinets, and harps joined in
with the now lifting tune. The dancers followed suit, picking up their pace and becoming
cheerful again.
Gold and silver flashed in the firelight as spectators tossed coins onto the sound at
the dancers' feet, or in the instrument cases. The waves crashed against the shore, sending spray onto the musicians and some of the spectators.
They danced and played until well past the time when the moon wasdirectly above
them in the sky. As the spectators moved away silently in the night, the gypsies pitched their tents and laid out their bedding. The emerald-eyed teen stayed up well into the night, gazing into the fire. A chill came in from the ocean, chilling his back and forcing him to move closer to the fire.
"You should be in bed Trowa." He looked up and into the eyes of his older sister,
Catherine. Her red hair blew about crazily in the wind.
"Can't sleep. Go and lie down though. You have a big day tomorrow and tomorrow night," Trowa replied. After a few minutes of silence, he heard Catherine turn and walk back towards her tent.
A whistle sounded overhead and before Trowa knew what was happening, or what had happened, the shore erupted in a blaze of sparks and translucent glass pieces. The village blazed and Trowa jumped to his feet, spinning to stare out into the cove. A ship was silhouetted against the far shore, firing their cannons at the port. Rowboats followed the swells into port and guns, arrows, daggers, all were thrown and loosed. Trowa felt a sting in his head and chest before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the sand below, his vision blurring and then blackening out completely.
years ago, and I just now put it on this site. However, it does deal with pirate's like
Pirate's of the Caribbean, and Heero kind of acts like Jack. Oh well though. I don't own
any of it!
Pairing: So far only 1x3 but it might change...
Author's Note: Like I said above, this flitted across my mind when I was in Math class so I jotted it down and am now posting it. It's an alternate universe and it seems interesting
to me. But, that's me. Please review and let me know what you think. Thank-you:
Dark Moon
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter One
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The waves rolled and crested, rocking the anchored ship precariously at times. A
young man dressed in faded forest-green trouser-like breeches and an unbuttoned white shirt stood at the rail, watching the horizon. His messy brown locks were tousled even more by the wind then usual. The swells crashed against the wooden side of the ship, knocking it sideways, straining the anchor again.
"Captain!"
The youth turned cobalt-blue eyes on the teenager that was running towards him. The boy stopped and saluted him. "What is it?" the cobalt-eyed teen asked.
"Captain, shouldn't we hoist anchor and set sail? The ship is being rocked
something fierce. You don't want her flipping, now do you?" the boy asked, saluting again.
The captain sighed again, looking out at sea for a moment. More white-crested swells rolled in, battling each other to get to the ship faster. "Once I recieve my
message-hawk we will depart. Tell the crew to get ready though. It shouldn't be long
now."
"Aye captain!" the teenager turned and scurried off towards the starboard side, yelling orders all the while.
"It shouldn't be long now..." the captain repeated to himself as he returned to watching the sky.
_____________
Dusk fell over Port Silver, elicting sighs of relief from the blistering heat. As the
dusk turned into night, lights flickered on in the homes and taverns along the main street and along the water. Most of the people were inside, except for the emerald-eyed youth that wandered the streets and alleyways aimlessly.
His auburn hair hung over his right eye, shadowing it from the outside world. He was dressed in tan breeches, a light, moss green shirt, and a tan vest. Calf-high boots were laced tightly and worn from much use.
Finally, after thirty minutes or more of aimless wandering, the youth arrived at the
beach shore. There was a fire blazing from wood washed ashore and dried in the summer sunlight. Around the fire women in flaring skirts and glinting jewelery danced to music coming from instruments played by the men. The teen's pace quickened slightly and when he arrived in the cluster of men, he quickly opened the case he'd been carrying with him and pieced together the silver instrument inside. When he finished he lifted it to his lips and began to join in the music.
The flute sounded soft and mournfully, along with the other flutes and violins. The
dancers slowed, moving more dramatically and with definite deliberance. Then, as the
string and wind instruments died down to a soft whisper, a pair of panpipers joined in. The tune lifted almost immediately and the violins, flutes, clarinets, and harps joined in
with the now lifting tune. The dancers followed suit, picking up their pace and becoming
cheerful again.
Gold and silver flashed in the firelight as spectators tossed coins onto the sound at
the dancers' feet, or in the instrument cases. The waves crashed against the shore, sending spray onto the musicians and some of the spectators.
They danced and played until well past the time when the moon wasdirectly above
them in the sky. As the spectators moved away silently in the night, the gypsies pitched their tents and laid out their bedding. The emerald-eyed teen stayed up well into the night, gazing into the fire. A chill came in from the ocean, chilling his back and forcing him to move closer to the fire.
"You should be in bed Trowa." He looked up and into the eyes of his older sister,
Catherine. Her red hair blew about crazily in the wind.
"Can't sleep. Go and lie down though. You have a big day tomorrow and tomorrow night," Trowa replied. After a few minutes of silence, he heard Catherine turn and walk back towards her tent.
A whistle sounded overhead and before Trowa knew what was happening, or what had happened, the shore erupted in a blaze of sparks and translucent glass pieces. The village blazed and Trowa jumped to his feet, spinning to stare out into the cove. A ship was silhouetted against the far shore, firing their cannons at the port. Rowboats followed the swells into port and guns, arrows, daggers, all were thrown and loosed. Trowa felt a sting in his head and chest before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the sand below, his vision blurring and then blackening out completely.