Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney, and I can't think of anyway to put it
other than that. So yeah.
A/N: Sorry this is such a small chapter, but I have updated quite often, so I guess it isn't too bad. Just thought I'd put in something to move the plot along.
Chapter Eight-The ocean at peace
By morning, the storm had calmed down completely, and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue once more. Nicola awoke to find that the battering from the night before had left her with a large, painful bruise on her right arm. There was nothing she could do about it now, though, so she went up to deck like usual. The sight was shocking. Pieces of rope lay scattered everywhere. Weapons had snapped in two and several planks of wood had been removed from their resting-place and now lay all over the place.
Jack was also surveying the damage. "This is gonna take a while to fix..." He turned to the other crew members. "Get to work! The sails are torn, the floor is ruined, and there are weapons all over the place. And someone sort out all the water that's made it onboard!"
They all set to work, including Nicola. She noticed Jack had a black eye, which looked extraordinarily panda-like due to the eyeliner he was also wearing. Stifling a giggle, she started to mend the ropes again, which, unfortunately, happened to be the ones she had mended that same week.
~~~***~~~
Meanwhile, back at home...
Nicola's father was down at the docks, trying desperately to trace his daughter's steps. He and her mother had left the situation for a fortnight, thinking that Nicola would return within that time. When she still hadn't returned, however, they decided to take desperate measures.
When he returned from the docks that evening, he reported to his wife.
"Rosalind, darling, you agreed we would do whatever we could to find our daughter, correct?"
"Yes dear."
"So you will not be too mad that I have hired a group of pirates to track her down and bring her home for a large reward?" Nicola's mother's face gradually turned redder and redder. It was only when she had turned every shade of red that she finally spoke.
"You did what?!"
A/N: Sorry this is such a small chapter, but I have updated quite often, so I guess it isn't too bad. Just thought I'd put in something to move the plot along.
Chapter Eight-The ocean at peace
By morning, the storm had calmed down completely, and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue once more. Nicola awoke to find that the battering from the night before had left her with a large, painful bruise on her right arm. There was nothing she could do about it now, though, so she went up to deck like usual. The sight was shocking. Pieces of rope lay scattered everywhere. Weapons had snapped in two and several planks of wood had been removed from their resting-place and now lay all over the place.
Jack was also surveying the damage. "This is gonna take a while to fix..." He turned to the other crew members. "Get to work! The sails are torn, the floor is ruined, and there are weapons all over the place. And someone sort out all the water that's made it onboard!"
They all set to work, including Nicola. She noticed Jack had a black eye, which looked extraordinarily panda-like due to the eyeliner he was also wearing. Stifling a giggle, she started to mend the ropes again, which, unfortunately, happened to be the ones she had mended that same week.
~~~***~~~
Meanwhile, back at home...
Nicola's father was down at the docks, trying desperately to trace his daughter's steps. He and her mother had left the situation for a fortnight, thinking that Nicola would return within that time. When she still hadn't returned, however, they decided to take desperate measures.
When he returned from the docks that evening, he reported to his wife.
"Rosalind, darling, you agreed we would do whatever we could to find our daughter, correct?"
"Yes dear."
"So you will not be too mad that I have hired a group of pirates to track her down and bring her home for a large reward?" Nicola's mother's face gradually turned redder and redder. It was only when she had turned every shade of red that she finally spoke.
"You did what?!"