Pirates
YAY! I got lots of reviews. I can't express enough how pleased I am that people can sympathize with Celia, I wanted to create a character that was original, and people can still relate to her. I've never been more proud to be a shy loser, well, on with the fun.
I no own, you no sue.
Celia woke up sometime later. She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been out, but she was more than pleased to be up. She had been having a horrific nightmare in which she was being eaten alive by a pack of angry kittens, while dancing naked under a lemon tree in the middle of winter. Ok, so when you looked at it that way, it didn't seem as scary as it had been to Celia.
Celia rolled over, and stretched. She was halfway through her 'I-wish- my-legs-were-longer' stretch when a loud 'BOOM' echoed through the air. She sat up strait, and her heart was beating fast enough to beat a squirrel to death, don't ask. Another 'BOOM' shot through the air, and soon more followed. Oh no, they were being attacked. Wait, that last sentence didn't quite catch how Celia felt, so let me try it again. HOLY SWEET MARY AND JOESHP THEY WERE BEING ATTACKED!! Still not quite right, but better. Celia got down on her knees, and prayed for forgiveness for all the mean, yet just, things she imagined happening to almost everyone she'd come in contact with. She also begged forgiveness for anything else she could think of. Oh damn, everyone was going to die, her included.
Gunfire had started. That meant they were closer didn't it? Oh no. By this point she was curled into a little ball under her bed, no way was she going to make herself an open target. She had to think of something, the noises were driving her mad. Should she scream? No that would only make her realize how scary the situation really was. After a while, the cannons stopped blasting, and there was more and more gunfire. That meant they were really close, right? Oh God, please no. She got up and started pushing at a chair, to move it in front of the door to prevent entry.
The door swung open. Her mouth went dry, her eyes got wide, she became stark white, and she was trembling so bad it looked like she was bouncing up and down.
"Celia are you alright?" It was George; she promptly fell to the ground. Her head was swimming. Through all the chaos, and dizziness she was experiencing, she managed to imagine herself whamming George's head against the wall as hard as she could. That made her head feel a little better. Speaking of George's head, it was right in front of her face. He was looking at her closely. He was making his 'you're a scared little twit, and I'm a big brave man, even though I'm younger than you,' face. He almost always had that look on his smug face.
"Father sent me down here, to make sure you're alright. He told me to stay down here with you, so you aren't too frightened." George said grinning cruelly. 'Too frightened?' What the hell was wrong with him? They were being attacked, that means that she's already unable to make normal speaking noises.
"This is so exciting! Can you believe pirates are attacking us? They're boarding our ship!" He was still grinning. Oh shit, pirates, death, George with that evil grin, she wasn't going to get out of this, she was as good as dead.
"G-George, w-would you b-be as so k-kind as t-to m-move the ch-chair in front o-of the d-d-door?" Her voice was high pitched, and unsteady. He laughed, and she pictured him sinking to the ocean floor tied to an anchor.
"If you wish dear Celia." She could practically taste the mock in his voice. She thought about all the mean cruel heinous things that could, but wouldn't, be done to him. Celia sat up and watched George push at the chair, eventually moving it into place.
"I wish I could be up there, and see what's going on." George pondered aloud. Celia wasn't even going to dignify that with a mental sarcastic remark. She got back up on the bed. Why couldn't they be in England? What was wrong with their old home? This wouldn't have happened had someone listened to her. Why didn't anyone trust her? Probably because of that time she said that a robber had robbed her in an alley only to discover after the whole city was in an uproar that the whole thing had been a dream. So she made ONE mistake, ok maybe that wasn't the first, or last time something like that had happened, but still.
George got up, and walked over beside Celia. She was the palest he'd ever seen her. Okay maybe that wasn't true, there was that one time when he told her that thousands of rats had ran into the kitchen, and tainted all their food. She hadn't eaten for three days after that. He knew he should be nicer to her, but still she was five years older than him. She should be braver than she is, and besides it was so funny when she got really scared.
The gunfire pressed on, it seemed like it would never end. Celia was too scared to move any more, she could swear that she just heard voices. Was that noise footsteps? Did she just hear laughter? She whimpered.
"Under the bed." She whispered hurriedly as she crawled into the depths beneath the bed.
"Why?" George asked suspiciously.
"Because we can't fit in the dresser." She squeaked. George sighed, and joined her beneath the bed. George opened his mouth, but was cut off by the sounds of someone banging on the door.
Celia felt a scream build up, but she was too frightened to make the muscles move to make a sound. This would have been a great time to have some guts. Whoever it was out there, badly wanted in. The assault on the door was becoming more violent. The chair began to quiver with each bash to the door. After a few more minuets, the chair gave way, and fell over sideways. The door swung open, and three pirates entered. Peachy huh?
Celia yelped. She clasped her hands over her mouth hoping they hadn't heard. Oh yeah, they heard. All three pairs of eyes locked to the bed. Oh damn her uncooperative vocal cords.
One of the pirates walked over to the bed, kneeled, and reached under. He grabbed Celia's braid, and yanked hard. She was pulled from under the bed. Her mind was unable to register complete thought, the only thing floating around in her mind was 'oh shit, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.' She was hoisted to her feet. She was trembling worse than she was when George had entered. Oh how she hoped George had enough sense not to play hero, although she would get some sadistic pleasure out of watching the scene that would certainly follow.
She heard talking, but her mind couldn't put the one and one together to get two. However, she was able to distinguish the words 'Pretty' and 'Captain,' but that's all she could get out of the conversation. Her eyes were as big and round as dinner plates. They looked at her, and laughed at the look of horror on her face. Them too? People she was SUPPOSED to be afraid of thought her fear funny. URRG! Oh how she wished to turn them into filet o' pirates with their own damn sword, but alas her bones wouldn't move. Damn them. Well on the plus side she wasn't doing her 'I'm going to die' routine, which would have had them unable to move from laughing so damn hard.
One of them grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder. Next thing she knew they were on deck, and making toward the offending ship. She lifted up her head to see what was happening, the crew was lying on the deck, she wasn't sure if they were dead. She squeaked, earning her a few more laughs. Oh how those bastards pissed her off, if only she wasn't scared, weak, scared, sea sick, and scared, then she'd show them whose boss.
Soon they were on the other ship's deck. She was barely able to hear the 'Welcome aboard the Black Pearl,' that the man carrying her had said. Her fear was coating her ears preventing much of the sound from being audible to her. She was put down when a man walked over to where they were standing. The first thing she noticed about the man was his odd way of walking, and drunken hand movements. The man with the odd movements (let's call him X for right now) and the guy who'd grabbed her (he'll be whoosh, because Y is overrated) exchanged a few words. X turned toward her, and whoosh pushed her forward. X smiled, he had gold caps on some of his teeth.
"Welcome aboard, love, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Celia's mind snapped that name was the name of the pirate from the stories she'd heard. Celia's eyes would have gotten wider, had that been possible, but since they couldn't, she did the one thing she knew would never fail her. She sucked in as much air as possible, and screamed, then started running in circles arms flailing. Oh yes, she was as good as dead.
Here's today's math lesson read + review = update.
YAY! I got lots of reviews. I can't express enough how pleased I am that people can sympathize with Celia, I wanted to create a character that was original, and people can still relate to her. I've never been more proud to be a shy loser, well, on with the fun.
I no own, you no sue.
Celia woke up sometime later. She wasn't sure exactly how long she'd been out, but she was more than pleased to be up. She had been having a horrific nightmare in which she was being eaten alive by a pack of angry kittens, while dancing naked under a lemon tree in the middle of winter. Ok, so when you looked at it that way, it didn't seem as scary as it had been to Celia.
Celia rolled over, and stretched. She was halfway through her 'I-wish- my-legs-were-longer' stretch when a loud 'BOOM' echoed through the air. She sat up strait, and her heart was beating fast enough to beat a squirrel to death, don't ask. Another 'BOOM' shot through the air, and soon more followed. Oh no, they were being attacked. Wait, that last sentence didn't quite catch how Celia felt, so let me try it again. HOLY SWEET MARY AND JOESHP THEY WERE BEING ATTACKED!! Still not quite right, but better. Celia got down on her knees, and prayed for forgiveness for all the mean, yet just, things she imagined happening to almost everyone she'd come in contact with. She also begged forgiveness for anything else she could think of. Oh damn, everyone was going to die, her included.
Gunfire had started. That meant they were closer didn't it? Oh no. By this point she was curled into a little ball under her bed, no way was she going to make herself an open target. She had to think of something, the noises were driving her mad. Should she scream? No that would only make her realize how scary the situation really was. After a while, the cannons stopped blasting, and there was more and more gunfire. That meant they were really close, right? Oh God, please no. She got up and started pushing at a chair, to move it in front of the door to prevent entry.
The door swung open. Her mouth went dry, her eyes got wide, she became stark white, and she was trembling so bad it looked like she was bouncing up and down.
"Celia are you alright?" It was George; she promptly fell to the ground. Her head was swimming. Through all the chaos, and dizziness she was experiencing, she managed to imagine herself whamming George's head against the wall as hard as she could. That made her head feel a little better. Speaking of George's head, it was right in front of her face. He was looking at her closely. He was making his 'you're a scared little twit, and I'm a big brave man, even though I'm younger than you,' face. He almost always had that look on his smug face.
"Father sent me down here, to make sure you're alright. He told me to stay down here with you, so you aren't too frightened." George said grinning cruelly. 'Too frightened?' What the hell was wrong with him? They were being attacked, that means that she's already unable to make normal speaking noises.
"This is so exciting! Can you believe pirates are attacking us? They're boarding our ship!" He was still grinning. Oh shit, pirates, death, George with that evil grin, she wasn't going to get out of this, she was as good as dead.
"G-George, w-would you b-be as so k-kind as t-to m-move the ch-chair in front o-of the d-d-door?" Her voice was high pitched, and unsteady. He laughed, and she pictured him sinking to the ocean floor tied to an anchor.
"If you wish dear Celia." She could practically taste the mock in his voice. She thought about all the mean cruel heinous things that could, but wouldn't, be done to him. Celia sat up and watched George push at the chair, eventually moving it into place.
"I wish I could be up there, and see what's going on." George pondered aloud. Celia wasn't even going to dignify that with a mental sarcastic remark. She got back up on the bed. Why couldn't they be in England? What was wrong with their old home? This wouldn't have happened had someone listened to her. Why didn't anyone trust her? Probably because of that time she said that a robber had robbed her in an alley only to discover after the whole city was in an uproar that the whole thing had been a dream. So she made ONE mistake, ok maybe that wasn't the first, or last time something like that had happened, but still.
George got up, and walked over beside Celia. She was the palest he'd ever seen her. Okay maybe that wasn't true, there was that one time when he told her that thousands of rats had ran into the kitchen, and tainted all their food. She hadn't eaten for three days after that. He knew he should be nicer to her, but still she was five years older than him. She should be braver than she is, and besides it was so funny when she got really scared.
The gunfire pressed on, it seemed like it would never end. Celia was too scared to move any more, she could swear that she just heard voices. Was that noise footsteps? Did she just hear laughter? She whimpered.
"Under the bed." She whispered hurriedly as she crawled into the depths beneath the bed.
"Why?" George asked suspiciously.
"Because we can't fit in the dresser." She squeaked. George sighed, and joined her beneath the bed. George opened his mouth, but was cut off by the sounds of someone banging on the door.
Celia felt a scream build up, but she was too frightened to make the muscles move to make a sound. This would have been a great time to have some guts. Whoever it was out there, badly wanted in. The assault on the door was becoming more violent. The chair began to quiver with each bash to the door. After a few more minuets, the chair gave way, and fell over sideways. The door swung open, and three pirates entered. Peachy huh?
Celia yelped. She clasped her hands over her mouth hoping they hadn't heard. Oh yeah, they heard. All three pairs of eyes locked to the bed. Oh damn her uncooperative vocal cords.
One of the pirates walked over to the bed, kneeled, and reached under. He grabbed Celia's braid, and yanked hard. She was pulled from under the bed. Her mind was unable to register complete thought, the only thing floating around in her mind was 'oh shit, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.' She was hoisted to her feet. She was trembling worse than she was when George had entered. Oh how she hoped George had enough sense not to play hero, although she would get some sadistic pleasure out of watching the scene that would certainly follow.
She heard talking, but her mind couldn't put the one and one together to get two. However, she was able to distinguish the words 'Pretty' and 'Captain,' but that's all she could get out of the conversation. Her eyes were as big and round as dinner plates. They looked at her, and laughed at the look of horror on her face. Them too? People she was SUPPOSED to be afraid of thought her fear funny. URRG! Oh how she wished to turn them into filet o' pirates with their own damn sword, but alas her bones wouldn't move. Damn them. Well on the plus side she wasn't doing her 'I'm going to die' routine, which would have had them unable to move from laughing so damn hard.
One of them grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder. Next thing she knew they were on deck, and making toward the offending ship. She lifted up her head to see what was happening, the crew was lying on the deck, she wasn't sure if they were dead. She squeaked, earning her a few more laughs. Oh how those bastards pissed her off, if only she wasn't scared, weak, scared, sea sick, and scared, then she'd show them whose boss.
Soon they were on the other ship's deck. She was barely able to hear the 'Welcome aboard the Black Pearl,' that the man carrying her had said. Her fear was coating her ears preventing much of the sound from being audible to her. She was put down when a man walked over to where they were standing. The first thing she noticed about the man was his odd way of walking, and drunken hand movements. The man with the odd movements (let's call him X for right now) and the guy who'd grabbed her (he'll be whoosh, because Y is overrated) exchanged a few words. X turned toward her, and whoosh pushed her forward. X smiled, he had gold caps on some of his teeth.
"Welcome aboard, love, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Celia's mind snapped that name was the name of the pirate from the stories she'd heard. Celia's eyes would have gotten wider, had that been possible, but since they couldn't, she did the one thing she knew would never fail her. She sucked in as much air as possible, and screamed, then started running in circles arms flailing. Oh yes, she was as good as dead.
Here's today's math lesson read + review = update.