Okay, stupid me ended the last chapter early. So I'll just tack the
end on to the beginning of chapter two. I had been wondering why it was so
short...
Lawyer: (wiggles out from under coils of dragon) "You're forgetting
something again."
Me: "You lawyers exist simply to torture storywriters like me, right?"
Lawyer: "Of course."
Me: sigh. "Fine. I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any characters of
said movie. Happy now!?"
Lawyer: "yes." (Dragon starts chewing on lawyer's head.)
Me: "Goooooooooooood dragon." (Audience taps feet) "Ah, On with the story
then!"
Chapter 2: Of Dreams and Fugitives
Kay stood in front of her open closet, staring at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the closet door. She was 26 now, tall, skinny, and slightly muscular from her constant trips to the gym, the only activity she took up with any regularity. She kept her dark brown hair long, it reached halfway down her back, and she had short bangs that shaded her sea- green eyes. Her mother's eyes. Eyes filled with more misery and loneliness in her unguarded moments than any person had a right to know.
Kay turned away from her reflection and rummaged along the top shelf of her closet, feeling for her purse. Her hand encountered a strap and she tugged, but instead of her purse a bookbag came toppling down onto her head. Kay knelt down to examine the bag. The material felt waterproof, it looked more like a small camping bag than a bookbag Kay decided. It was full and Kay wondered what she stored in here. She tugged the zipper open then dropped her jaw in surprise. This was the bag she had stored all of her pirate stuff in, all her outfits, her bandannas, and her jewelry.
Smiling for the first time in a long time Kay selected an outfit, black pants and red shirt, and changed into it. She tied a red bandanna into her hair and used a longer one that was white and black with a pattern of gold coins as a belt. Lastly she put on a pair of small, gold hoop earrings and stood up to admire her reflection.
I really look the part Kay thought to herself. She knelt down again to rummage through the bag some more. Her hand came out holding a necklace. Kay stared at it in shock. It was the locket her mother had given her. With trembling fingers Kay undid the latch and slipped it on her neck, then with fingers still shaking she opened it and stared at the pictures of her parents for the first time years. She felt hot tears form at the corners of her eyes and blinked them away. Thinking of her parents reminded her of how happy she was when she was younger, and of how lonely and miserable she was now.
I wish I had someone, anyone, Kay thought desperately. I wish that I didn't have to be so lonely. She sniffed and wiped a hand across her eyes, then took a deep breath to calm herself. And tasted salty sea air. Huh?
Kay snapped her eyes open in startlement and glanced around. She wasn't in her apartment anymore, she was standing on a dock. Around her people were unloading ships, preparing others to set sail, and simply running back and forth on errands.
Kay glanced down to see her bag still at her feet. She snatched it up and clutched it to her chest, looking around in a panic. Where the hell am I!? She wanted to wail. She had an answer almost instantly. Behind her she heard someone say "Welcome to Port Royal Mister Smith..."
Okay that was all supposed to be part of chapter 1. Oh well. Here's where chapter 2 actually was supposed to start.
Kay whipped around so fast she nearly fell. She saw one man, well dressed, walking towards the end of the docks and another, rather raggedy dressed man with dreadlocks, a trenchcoat, and a tri-cornered hat walking towards her. He looked like a pirate and Kay realized that there was something familiar about him.
Curious, she followed him as he walked through the docks until he came to a section that was relatively empty except for two guards. He obviously had his sites set on the ship that they were guarding. The two guards stopped him, and Kay crept closer so that she could listen to their conversation.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship."
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is, I've seen it."
Kay watched in utter fascination as the two guards got so involved in their argument that they didn't notice the pirate, as Kay labeled him, sneak onto the ship to stand at the helm.
"Like I said. There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor..." the men suddenly realized that the pirate was now on the ship. Kay doubled over in silent laughter as the two guards comically went chasing after him. She watched the three start a conversation, but in order to hear it Kay would have to move closer, and they would see her if she did.
So with a sigh Kay turned her attention to the fort on the cliffs, just in time to see a woman fall off and splash into the water so far below. A man up on the fort screamed after her, his yell echoing down to where Kay was standing. Two other men raced to restrain him as he made to jump in after the girl. Then they disappeared, presumably coming down to the docks.
Kay heard another splash and turned to see that the pirate had dove into the water after the girl. A sudden ripple passed through the water, and the wind picked up speed and intensity in a matter of seconds. Kay's hand flew to her head, futilely trying to keep her hair in place as the two guards ran off the boat and onto the docks. The pirate surfaced with the girl and Kay, unnoticed, crept closer to watch.
As quickly as it had picked up, the wind died down again. The two guards were panicking because the girl wasn't breathing. The pirate simply slit the girl's corset and she instantly started coughing up water and gasping for air.
"I never would have thought of that," muttered one of the guards.
"Clearly you've never been to Singapore," replied the pirate. Just then the man from the fort, a well-dressed man, and more guards ran past Kay without seeing her. "On your feet the man snarled at the pirate, pointing his sword to the pirate's throat.
"Elizabeth, are you all right," asked the man who most be her father, helping her up. She nodded. Then her father looked over at the pirate. "Shoot him!" he demanded.
"Father! Commodore! Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" demanded Elizabeth. The guards lowered their weapons and the Commodore stretched out his hand.
"I believe thanks are in order," he said. Hesitantly, the pirate took his hand. The Commodore jerked his sleeve above his wrist. "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company did we? Pirate. Gillette, fetch some irons." I was right, he is a pirate, Kay thought. The Commodore jerked the pirates sleeve up further. "Well well. Jack Sparrow." A memory tugged at Kay's mind, but she brushed it away.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." Corrected Jack.
"I don't see your ship, captain," sneered the Commodore.
"I'm in the market as it were." Jack said. Just then someone walked up with the irons and proceeded to shackle Jack's wrists. Then Jack glanced up and his eyes found Kay's. His eyes got wider and her feeling of recognition increased. Where had she seen him before?
Then their attentions were taken by Elizabeth as she jumped in to protest. "Pirate or not this man saved my life," she said. Stepping in front of Jack, facing the Commodore.
The Commodore turned to her. "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness," he told her.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him," interjected Jack.
"Indeed," muttered the Commodore, turning away as Gillette finished shackling Jack.
"Finally," exclaimed Jack, throwing his chain around Elizabeth's neck. "Commodore my effects please. And my hat." He demanded. "Commodore!" Grudgingly the Commodore handed the pirates things to Elizabeth, who turned and put them on Jack. He backed up then, taking Elizabeth with him. "Gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." He shoved Elizabeth at the guards, grabbed a rope, kicked a lever and went flying into the air.
The solders opened fire on him as his feet found purchase on a bar. When he threw his chain over a rope and slid down Kay moved, running after him. She blended with the people on the dock, ducking down and running, presumably away from the solders continued gunfire. She chased Jack over a bridge and into town and on one street watched him duck into a niche between two shops, behind a statue. Kay stopped in front of the statue. Not a minute later some solders rounded a corner and demanded of Kay if she had seen a pirate.
Kay put on a shrill voice and pointed down the street. "He went that way. Please hurry! Catch him!" she wailed. The solders took off. "They're gone," Kay whispered, stepping away from the statue and slipping down the street.
Jack: "They're gone," the girl whispered. Jack stepped out from behind the statue and caught sight of her retreating down the street. She glanced over her shoulder and he got another look at her face. She was startlingly familiar.
Shaking off his shocked feeling Jack ducked into the shop nearest him, the Blacksmith's. He needed to get the chains off his wrists. Closing the door he looked around and saw a man asleep, and snoring, in a chair in the corner. An empty bottle was on the floor next to him. Jack snorted, that man wasn't waking up anytime soon.
Jack grabbed a poker from the fire and jabbed the donkey, which jumped and bolted, starting the smithy. He jammed his chains in the machine wheel, and it snapped, freeing his wrists. Then the door started to open. Jack dove for cover as the blacksmith's apprentice came in.
Kay: Kay watched the young blacksmith enter the shop. Concerned, she began to look for a way around to the back of the shop, not wanting to be seen by the young man, so not wanting to go in through the front.
She found an ally that cut over to the street behind the blacksmith's shop and slipped up it. Kay was glad to get out of the eyes of the people because everyone was staring at her strangely, probably because of the way she was dressed.
Kay found the back door and slipped in unnoticed just in time to see the young blacksmith throw a sword at Jack's back. Kay was too surprised to scream. The sword buried itself in the door above the door bar, preventing Jack from lifting it and getting out.
"That is a wonderful trick," said Jack, turning, "but you are once again between me and my way out, and now you have no weapon."
The young blacksmith simply seized a sword heating in a fire and the two of them went at it. Kay slipped away from the door, still unnoticed by the two combatants, watching the fight from the opposite side of the room. At one point the two managed to launch themselves into the ceiling rafters, continuing to fight while balancing on beams as wide as their hands. The fight ended when the two swung down to the floor and Jack blasted sand into the blacksmith's face. By the time he got his eyes cleared and a weapon in his hand Jack had a pistol pointed at his head.
"You cheated," the blacksmith complained.
"Pirate," responded Jack.
The front door of the shop rattled, as people outside tried to get in. The blacksmith moved to stand between Jack and the back door.
"Move," demanded Jack, pistol still raised.
"No."
"Please move."
"No! I cannot stand by and let you escape."
"This shot wasn't meant for you," Jack pleaded. A confused look crossed the blacksmith's face, then the man who had been sleeping in the corner walked up behind Jack and hit him over the head with a bottle. Kay had been so intent on the other two that she hadn't seen him. Jack toppled over as the front door burst open and the solders came spilling into the room.
"Good work Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive," the Commodore said, striding forward.
"Just doing my civic duty," said Mr. Brown drunkenly. Kay stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from snickering too loudly. She watched as the solders dragged Jack off, then slipped out of the shop to follow them. The young blacksmith glanced up and saw Kay slip out the door, but decided not to call after her.
Kay followed the solders to the jail, trailing behind them in the shadows. When she saw them enter the jailhouse she looked around to see where she was, staying outside.
She was starting to attract attention again, and cursed that the only clothing she had in her bag was pirate-style-things. Glancing around she saw a cloak folded on top of a crate. Silently apologizing to whoever owned it, Kay snicked it off the crate and slipped it between her pack and her chest. Nobody noticed. Kay walked back to the docks and slipped the cloak on, hiding her outfit.
Then she sat on a crate and stared out to sea, thinking. Why did Jack look so familiar? Where had she seen him before? She shut her eyes, struggling to remember.
Then she had it. Those dreams she had had, years ago. Jack was the same pirate as the one her dreams.
Am I dreaming now? Kay wondered. She pinched her arm, feeling the sharp pain. Nope, not a dream then. But if this wasn't a dream, then were those really dreams, Kay wondered. She sat contemplating for a few hours, watching the sun set over the sea, creating sparkling jewels on the surface of the water.
It was well after sunset when the pirate ship sailed into the harbor. Kay, lost in thought still, didn't see it. But she did hear the cannon fire that shattered the night silence. That snapped her head up in time to see the rowboats being launched. In a panic, Kay turned and fled back into town.
Jack: Jack was lying on his cell bench, listening to the pirates in the next cell try to call over to them the dog with the cell keys in its mouth by offering it a bone.
"You can keep doing that forever, that dog is never going to move," Jack advised.
"Well excuse us if we ain't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of the pirates responded.
Jack went back to his thoughts, more specifically to the ones about that girl he'd seen earlier. She was so damned familiar, so why couldn't he place her? It was extremely frustrating but Jack wasn't giving up. Where had he seen her before? Certainly not on his ship. Wait. A memory flickered across his mind.
Standing at the helm of his ship, looking down onto the deck to see a pale, translucent girl looking up at him with sea-green eyes, face framed by deep brown hair. He remembered turning to his companion and asking, "Can you see her Bill?" But his friend had replied "See who?"
When he'd gone to sleep later he'd dreamed of being in a strange house, watching the girl bid farewell to her parents. And not a week after that he'd dreamed of seeing her again, this time at a funeral, wearing a mask of calmness that he knew hid so much grief that his own heart ached in sympathy.
Jack's excited realization was interrupted by the blast of a cannon.
"I know those guns," he said jumping up to stand on his cell bench and look out the window at the ship anchored in the harbor. "It's the Pearl," he muttered, while outside the town erupted in terrified chaos.
~*~ Okay, end of chapter 2. Again, please review, and feel free to ask any questions you may have, or point out any mistakes I made so that I can correct them. Thank You.
Chapter 2: Of Dreams and Fugitives
Kay stood in front of her open closet, staring at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the closet door. She was 26 now, tall, skinny, and slightly muscular from her constant trips to the gym, the only activity she took up with any regularity. She kept her dark brown hair long, it reached halfway down her back, and she had short bangs that shaded her sea- green eyes. Her mother's eyes. Eyes filled with more misery and loneliness in her unguarded moments than any person had a right to know.
Kay turned away from her reflection and rummaged along the top shelf of her closet, feeling for her purse. Her hand encountered a strap and she tugged, but instead of her purse a bookbag came toppling down onto her head. Kay knelt down to examine the bag. The material felt waterproof, it looked more like a small camping bag than a bookbag Kay decided. It was full and Kay wondered what she stored in here. She tugged the zipper open then dropped her jaw in surprise. This was the bag she had stored all of her pirate stuff in, all her outfits, her bandannas, and her jewelry.
Smiling for the first time in a long time Kay selected an outfit, black pants and red shirt, and changed into it. She tied a red bandanna into her hair and used a longer one that was white and black with a pattern of gold coins as a belt. Lastly she put on a pair of small, gold hoop earrings and stood up to admire her reflection.
I really look the part Kay thought to herself. She knelt down again to rummage through the bag some more. Her hand came out holding a necklace. Kay stared at it in shock. It was the locket her mother had given her. With trembling fingers Kay undid the latch and slipped it on her neck, then with fingers still shaking she opened it and stared at the pictures of her parents for the first time years. She felt hot tears form at the corners of her eyes and blinked them away. Thinking of her parents reminded her of how happy she was when she was younger, and of how lonely and miserable she was now.
I wish I had someone, anyone, Kay thought desperately. I wish that I didn't have to be so lonely. She sniffed and wiped a hand across her eyes, then took a deep breath to calm herself. And tasted salty sea air. Huh?
Kay snapped her eyes open in startlement and glanced around. She wasn't in her apartment anymore, she was standing on a dock. Around her people were unloading ships, preparing others to set sail, and simply running back and forth on errands.
Kay glanced down to see her bag still at her feet. She snatched it up and clutched it to her chest, looking around in a panic. Where the hell am I!? She wanted to wail. She had an answer almost instantly. Behind her she heard someone say "Welcome to Port Royal Mister Smith..."
Okay that was all supposed to be part of chapter 1. Oh well. Here's where chapter 2 actually was supposed to start.
Kay whipped around so fast she nearly fell. She saw one man, well dressed, walking towards the end of the docks and another, rather raggedy dressed man with dreadlocks, a trenchcoat, and a tri-cornered hat walking towards her. He looked like a pirate and Kay realized that there was something familiar about him.
Curious, she followed him as he walked through the docks until he came to a section that was relatively empty except for two guards. He obviously had his sites set on the ship that they were guarding. The two guards stopped him, and Kay crept closer so that she could listen to their conversation.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship."
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is, I've seen it."
Kay watched in utter fascination as the two guards got so involved in their argument that they didn't notice the pirate, as Kay labeled him, sneak onto the ship to stand at the helm.
"Like I said. There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor..." the men suddenly realized that the pirate was now on the ship. Kay doubled over in silent laughter as the two guards comically went chasing after him. She watched the three start a conversation, but in order to hear it Kay would have to move closer, and they would see her if she did.
So with a sigh Kay turned her attention to the fort on the cliffs, just in time to see a woman fall off and splash into the water so far below. A man up on the fort screamed after her, his yell echoing down to where Kay was standing. Two other men raced to restrain him as he made to jump in after the girl. Then they disappeared, presumably coming down to the docks.
Kay heard another splash and turned to see that the pirate had dove into the water after the girl. A sudden ripple passed through the water, and the wind picked up speed and intensity in a matter of seconds. Kay's hand flew to her head, futilely trying to keep her hair in place as the two guards ran off the boat and onto the docks. The pirate surfaced with the girl and Kay, unnoticed, crept closer to watch.
As quickly as it had picked up, the wind died down again. The two guards were panicking because the girl wasn't breathing. The pirate simply slit the girl's corset and she instantly started coughing up water and gasping for air.
"I never would have thought of that," muttered one of the guards.
"Clearly you've never been to Singapore," replied the pirate. Just then the man from the fort, a well-dressed man, and more guards ran past Kay without seeing her. "On your feet the man snarled at the pirate, pointing his sword to the pirate's throat.
"Elizabeth, are you all right," asked the man who most be her father, helping her up. She nodded. Then her father looked over at the pirate. "Shoot him!" he demanded.
"Father! Commodore! Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" demanded Elizabeth. The guards lowered their weapons and the Commodore stretched out his hand.
"I believe thanks are in order," he said. Hesitantly, the pirate took his hand. The Commodore jerked his sleeve above his wrist. "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company did we? Pirate. Gillette, fetch some irons." I was right, he is a pirate, Kay thought. The Commodore jerked the pirates sleeve up further. "Well well. Jack Sparrow." A memory tugged at Kay's mind, but she brushed it away.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." Corrected Jack.
"I don't see your ship, captain," sneered the Commodore.
"I'm in the market as it were." Jack said. Just then someone walked up with the irons and proceeded to shackle Jack's wrists. Then Jack glanced up and his eyes found Kay's. His eyes got wider and her feeling of recognition increased. Where had she seen him before?
Then their attentions were taken by Elizabeth as she jumped in to protest. "Pirate or not this man saved my life," she said. Stepping in front of Jack, facing the Commodore.
The Commodore turned to her. "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness," he told her.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him," interjected Jack.
"Indeed," muttered the Commodore, turning away as Gillette finished shackling Jack.
"Finally," exclaimed Jack, throwing his chain around Elizabeth's neck. "Commodore my effects please. And my hat." He demanded. "Commodore!" Grudgingly the Commodore handed the pirates things to Elizabeth, who turned and put them on Jack. He backed up then, taking Elizabeth with him. "Gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." He shoved Elizabeth at the guards, grabbed a rope, kicked a lever and went flying into the air.
The solders opened fire on him as his feet found purchase on a bar. When he threw his chain over a rope and slid down Kay moved, running after him. She blended with the people on the dock, ducking down and running, presumably away from the solders continued gunfire. She chased Jack over a bridge and into town and on one street watched him duck into a niche between two shops, behind a statue. Kay stopped in front of the statue. Not a minute later some solders rounded a corner and demanded of Kay if she had seen a pirate.
Kay put on a shrill voice and pointed down the street. "He went that way. Please hurry! Catch him!" she wailed. The solders took off. "They're gone," Kay whispered, stepping away from the statue and slipping down the street.
Jack: "They're gone," the girl whispered. Jack stepped out from behind the statue and caught sight of her retreating down the street. She glanced over her shoulder and he got another look at her face. She was startlingly familiar.
Shaking off his shocked feeling Jack ducked into the shop nearest him, the Blacksmith's. He needed to get the chains off his wrists. Closing the door he looked around and saw a man asleep, and snoring, in a chair in the corner. An empty bottle was on the floor next to him. Jack snorted, that man wasn't waking up anytime soon.
Jack grabbed a poker from the fire and jabbed the donkey, which jumped and bolted, starting the smithy. He jammed his chains in the machine wheel, and it snapped, freeing his wrists. Then the door started to open. Jack dove for cover as the blacksmith's apprentice came in.
Kay: Kay watched the young blacksmith enter the shop. Concerned, she began to look for a way around to the back of the shop, not wanting to be seen by the young man, so not wanting to go in through the front.
She found an ally that cut over to the street behind the blacksmith's shop and slipped up it. Kay was glad to get out of the eyes of the people because everyone was staring at her strangely, probably because of the way she was dressed.
Kay found the back door and slipped in unnoticed just in time to see the young blacksmith throw a sword at Jack's back. Kay was too surprised to scream. The sword buried itself in the door above the door bar, preventing Jack from lifting it and getting out.
"That is a wonderful trick," said Jack, turning, "but you are once again between me and my way out, and now you have no weapon."
The young blacksmith simply seized a sword heating in a fire and the two of them went at it. Kay slipped away from the door, still unnoticed by the two combatants, watching the fight from the opposite side of the room. At one point the two managed to launch themselves into the ceiling rafters, continuing to fight while balancing on beams as wide as their hands. The fight ended when the two swung down to the floor and Jack blasted sand into the blacksmith's face. By the time he got his eyes cleared and a weapon in his hand Jack had a pistol pointed at his head.
"You cheated," the blacksmith complained.
"Pirate," responded Jack.
The front door of the shop rattled, as people outside tried to get in. The blacksmith moved to stand between Jack and the back door.
"Move," demanded Jack, pistol still raised.
"No."
"Please move."
"No! I cannot stand by and let you escape."
"This shot wasn't meant for you," Jack pleaded. A confused look crossed the blacksmith's face, then the man who had been sleeping in the corner walked up behind Jack and hit him over the head with a bottle. Kay had been so intent on the other two that she hadn't seen him. Jack toppled over as the front door burst open and the solders came spilling into the room.
"Good work Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive," the Commodore said, striding forward.
"Just doing my civic duty," said Mr. Brown drunkenly. Kay stuffed a fist in her mouth to keep from snickering too loudly. She watched as the solders dragged Jack off, then slipped out of the shop to follow them. The young blacksmith glanced up and saw Kay slip out the door, but decided not to call after her.
Kay followed the solders to the jail, trailing behind them in the shadows. When she saw them enter the jailhouse she looked around to see where she was, staying outside.
She was starting to attract attention again, and cursed that the only clothing she had in her bag was pirate-style-things. Glancing around she saw a cloak folded on top of a crate. Silently apologizing to whoever owned it, Kay snicked it off the crate and slipped it between her pack and her chest. Nobody noticed. Kay walked back to the docks and slipped the cloak on, hiding her outfit.
Then she sat on a crate and stared out to sea, thinking. Why did Jack look so familiar? Where had she seen him before? She shut her eyes, struggling to remember.
Then she had it. Those dreams she had had, years ago. Jack was the same pirate as the one her dreams.
Am I dreaming now? Kay wondered. She pinched her arm, feeling the sharp pain. Nope, not a dream then. But if this wasn't a dream, then were those really dreams, Kay wondered. She sat contemplating for a few hours, watching the sun set over the sea, creating sparkling jewels on the surface of the water.
It was well after sunset when the pirate ship sailed into the harbor. Kay, lost in thought still, didn't see it. But she did hear the cannon fire that shattered the night silence. That snapped her head up in time to see the rowboats being launched. In a panic, Kay turned and fled back into town.
Jack: Jack was lying on his cell bench, listening to the pirates in the next cell try to call over to them the dog with the cell keys in its mouth by offering it a bone.
"You can keep doing that forever, that dog is never going to move," Jack advised.
"Well excuse us if we ain't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet," one of the pirates responded.
Jack went back to his thoughts, more specifically to the ones about that girl he'd seen earlier. She was so damned familiar, so why couldn't he place her? It was extremely frustrating but Jack wasn't giving up. Where had he seen her before? Certainly not on his ship. Wait. A memory flickered across his mind.
Standing at the helm of his ship, looking down onto the deck to see a pale, translucent girl looking up at him with sea-green eyes, face framed by deep brown hair. He remembered turning to his companion and asking, "Can you see her Bill?" But his friend had replied "See who?"
When he'd gone to sleep later he'd dreamed of being in a strange house, watching the girl bid farewell to her parents. And not a week after that he'd dreamed of seeing her again, this time at a funeral, wearing a mask of calmness that he knew hid so much grief that his own heart ached in sympathy.
Jack's excited realization was interrupted by the blast of a cannon.
"I know those guns," he said jumping up to stand on his cell bench and look out the window at the ship anchored in the harbor. "It's the Pearl," he muttered, while outside the town erupted in terrified chaos.
~*~ Okay, end of chapter 2. Again, please review, and feel free to ask any questions you may have, or point out any mistakes I made so that I can correct them. Thank You.