FallenCherub: (writing furiously in a notebook)
Poppet: (looks over her shoulder) Hey! (grabs the notebook)
A friend walks over and asks what's going on.
Poppet: She was writing about Pirates. Bad luck to be writing about Pirates without the permission of Gore Verbinski. Mark my words.
Friend: Consider them marked. On your way.
The four of them gathered wood and built up a fire. As the boar roasted, Abi and Sam bothered Dom endlessly about not finding anything, even after all that time on the beach. Finally, he stomped off into the darkness, grumbling about catching fish and killing people. Sofia quietly nursed her finger, the one the lobster had pinched, and tended the fire.
Finally, the boar was done, but Dom had not yet returned.
"Oi, Nakey," said Abi, addressing Sofia, "fetch Useless will ya?"
Sofia blushed furiously and marched into the vegetation, grumbling. She pushed through the thick shrubbery, cursing. She paused to remove a thorn when a crash made her look up. Suddenly, a force sent her flying forward onto the ground. A hand clapped around her mouth and Dom's voice whispered harshly in her ear.
"Don't move! There's too much to explain now, but there're navy soldiers on the island and I'm betting they haven't stopped by to have tea with marooned pirates. We've got to get Sam and Abi before the sailors do!"
Sofia looked up at him. They were very close.
"Sofia, about earlier today—" Dom started.
Sofia lunged at him, rolling onto him.
Back at the fire, Abi had become chilly. Sam put his arm around her to warm her.
Twenty minutes later, Dom sat up sharply, making Sofia fall. "Sam!"
"Oh, shit!" Sofia grumbled as Dom leapt up. "Do we have to?" But she didn't mean it. They ran through the vegetation. As they reached the beach, it was Sofia's turn to tackle Dom.
"Quiet," she hissed. "Soldiers."
Abi had stopped listening to what Sam was actually saying, but the sound of his voice was comforting. She leaned her head onto his shoulder just as there was a rustle to the left. Sam and Abi both drew their swords as about twenty soldiers rushed out of the forest.
Abi adopted a fighting stance, but she saw that Sam was a good bit frightened. If she fought, the soldiers might fight to kill and from the way Sam was holding his sword, Abi judged that Sam wouldn't be able to kill ten soldiers.
With a sigh she lowered her sword.
Sofia wriggled through the brush, cursing under her breath. She peered through a last screen of bushes and saw that the beach was empty. Dom, who was at her side, lunged forward, but she grabbed his leg, stopping him.
"Ever heard of a sentry, dolt?" She looked out into the dark. "There could be more of them."
She spun, running one through. "Like that."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I shouldn't have left him. He has no idea what he's doing."
"He's not bloody stupid and 'e's go' Abi." Sofia paused. "On second though', ye're righ'. We'd best go save 'em." She grabbed the dead sentry and shoved him at Dom. "'Ere, put his kit on. Ye'll be takin' me in as a prisoner."
"Well, 'ow the hell is that supposed to help?" snapped Dom, taking the sentry's jacket. "So ye and Sam and Abi will be captured, 'stead o' jus' Sam and Abi?"
"Ahh, bu' I got one dismantled pistol an' my lock pick, which you will help me smuggle on." Dom started to protest, but could think of nothing to say.
"That's actually a good idea…" he concurred.
"Course it is," said Sofia indignantly. "'S mine innit?"