Okay, warning you now, this is a really short chapter. But it just seems
to make the next one flow better without this part in it.
Now, to clear up some stuff, Meline is fourteen, but just between you and me, don't always think of her as that old, because with her handicap, she tends to be treated, and act, a few years younger. But that is not a bad thing. Just let her attitude tell you how old she is.
Also, it is pronounced Mel-een. Not to be picky or anything, but that's how it's pronounced. I created her, I name her. So there. (and for future reference, it's pronounced Mark-ez)
Okay. Will continue....
Disclaimer:
Bank account...Empty
I own........Nothing
Chapter 3
Murder in Mind
Captain Marquez adjusted the helm of his ship as the wind blew his matted black hair and beard.
He had been sailing for days straight, and still no sight of land. The ship and its crew were headed to Port Royal, to collect a treasure that belonged to him.
He felt a hand brush against his cheek, and turned to see a beautiful woman in men's clothing, her long blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail behind her back.
"Good morning, my love," Marquez said, kissing her deeply before directing his attention back to the sea in front.
"Darling," the woman said, her soft French accent melting him slightly. "You look tense. What's the matter?"
"I just can't believe that fool got the upper hand on me, Ali. That treasure should be ours!"
"And it will be," cooed Ali, her soft hands playing with his knuckles as they gripped the helm hard. "My love, you're making this too hard. It's just a little girl."
Marquez's voice became slightly agitated.
"You haven't met her father," he said.
"Neither have you," reminded Ali, who had now resigned herself to leaning against the side of the ship.
"Yes, but my spy on the inside has told me about him. He said that Will would do anything to ensure his daughter's safety. Things we might not expect. He says Will Turner can be...rash."
"Land ho!" Shouted a voice from above.
"Don't worry," consoled his wife again. "We'll find her. And then we'll kill her."
Well, there's another one. And for those of you waiting on Jack Sparrow and the Wench of Port Royal, I swear I'm going to update this weekend. Cross my heart. Hope to..well, pinch myself until I cry or something.
You review, I write more. It's all about leverage.
Oh! And one more thing. If you didn't figure out who the spy is, then I swear you haven't seen the movie enough for your own good. (Which makes it a really good thing that the DVD comes out a week from tomorrow. Wheee!)
Now, to clear up some stuff, Meline is fourteen, but just between you and me, don't always think of her as that old, because with her handicap, she tends to be treated, and act, a few years younger. But that is not a bad thing. Just let her attitude tell you how old she is.
Also, it is pronounced Mel-een. Not to be picky or anything, but that's how it's pronounced. I created her, I name her. So there. (and for future reference, it's pronounced Mark-ez)
Okay. Will continue....
Disclaimer:
Bank account...Empty
I own........Nothing
Chapter 3
Murder in Mind
Captain Marquez adjusted the helm of his ship as the wind blew his matted black hair and beard.
He had been sailing for days straight, and still no sight of land. The ship and its crew were headed to Port Royal, to collect a treasure that belonged to him.
He felt a hand brush against his cheek, and turned to see a beautiful woman in men's clothing, her long blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail behind her back.
"Good morning, my love," Marquez said, kissing her deeply before directing his attention back to the sea in front.
"Darling," the woman said, her soft French accent melting him slightly. "You look tense. What's the matter?"
"I just can't believe that fool got the upper hand on me, Ali. That treasure should be ours!"
"And it will be," cooed Ali, her soft hands playing with his knuckles as they gripped the helm hard. "My love, you're making this too hard. It's just a little girl."
Marquez's voice became slightly agitated.
"You haven't met her father," he said.
"Neither have you," reminded Ali, who had now resigned herself to leaning against the side of the ship.
"Yes, but my spy on the inside has told me about him. He said that Will would do anything to ensure his daughter's safety. Things we might not expect. He says Will Turner can be...rash."
"Land ho!" Shouted a voice from above.
"Don't worry," consoled his wife again. "We'll find her. And then we'll kill her."
Well, there's another one. And for those of you waiting on Jack Sparrow and the Wench of Port Royal, I swear I'm going to update this weekend. Cross my heart. Hope to..well, pinch myself until I cry or something.
You review, I write more. It's all about leverage.
Oh! And one more thing. If you didn't figure out who the spy is, then I swear you haven't seen the movie enough for your own good. (Which makes it a really good thing that the DVD comes out a week from tomorrow. Wheee!)