He was wearing a white shirt, a leather waistcoat, a red scarf around
his waist. He wore a long overcoat, and trousers tucked into...
The boots.
His hair was dark and tatted, with various charms tied in. He had a beard in two parts, a moustache and even in the moonlight you could tell he was young, though his skin was dark and worn with too much sun. But the strangest things were his eyes. They were chocolate brown, and edged with lots of kohl. He wore a red bandana and a three-sided hat.
"Oh, Sparrow, get lost," the blonde pirate said acidly.
Sparrow? Tara thought quickly... this must be Jack Sparrow... she had heard the stories... she didn't want to be saved by this man.
Sparrow had drawn his sword. "Listen, Pickle, Muse isn't getting this one, savvy?"
They faced each other for a minute. Then they clashed swords. Tara saw her opportunity. Soon the pirates were in fully-fledged sword-fighting mode and completely ignoring her. She crawled forwards.
"Aagghh!"
She rolled on her back in time to see Sparrow hurtling through the air towards her. He landed on top of her.
"Don't think so, luv," he breathed.
His eyes were an inch above hers. She grabbed a rock and smacked him over the head with it. He collapsed, and Tara pushed him off her. Pickle grabbed her. She realised what she had done.
"Get off me!" shouted Tara, as Pickle dragged her towards one of two ships floating just offshore. "Sparrow! Sparrow, I'm sorry! Please!"
Sparrow lay still and lifeless. Pickle dragged her to the ship.
*
It was morning when Tara suddenly jerked back into reality. She had spent the night in a cell below the Tortured Thor, in a panic about what was going to happen to her. But now it was morning. She felt the sea below her and she felt too sick to move.
The door opened. A young, clean-shaven man stood there, his pistol out.
"Good morning, Tara," he said brightly.
"It's Miss Waller," said Tara coldly.
"Ah, of course, the prim and proper Miss Waller... you look most like your father, girl..."
Tara looked at his dark eyes. "You know my father?"
"Yes," said he. "Your father... is not as... straight as you might like to think."
"What are you getting at?" asked Tara in a tiny voice.
"Mr Waller... is none other than the infamous pirate Aggressor. It was he who killed your mother. It was he who stole thousands of pounds from me. And it is you who will repay that debt."
Tara paled. Pickle entered.
"Captain Muse, sir," said Pickle, "the Pearl is gaining on us."
"Sparrow wants her for the ransom," said Muse. "He's been watching her for months. He planned to take her last night and we slipped in perfectly... I dare say he's annoyed."
"Shall we prepare to fight?" asked Pickle.
Muse shook his head. "Sparrow is too good. But he wants Waller... we can hold her to ransom."
Tara paled even more. "No, please..."
Muse pointed his pistol at her. "Do shut up. I don't have the patience for poor little rich girls."
Just then, Tara heard something heavy above her drop onto deck. A familiar voice floated downstairs.
"It's over, Muse. I'm taking the girl, savvy?"
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Okay, so thanks to everyone who reviews *eyes Jack evilly*.
Jack: What?
Me: I'm going to make Muse make you a eunuch in the next chapter. Jack: Agh! Please review, she might change her mind!
The boots.
His hair was dark and tatted, with various charms tied in. He had a beard in two parts, a moustache and even in the moonlight you could tell he was young, though his skin was dark and worn with too much sun. But the strangest things were his eyes. They were chocolate brown, and edged with lots of kohl. He wore a red bandana and a three-sided hat.
"Oh, Sparrow, get lost," the blonde pirate said acidly.
Sparrow? Tara thought quickly... this must be Jack Sparrow... she had heard the stories... she didn't want to be saved by this man.
Sparrow had drawn his sword. "Listen, Pickle, Muse isn't getting this one, savvy?"
They faced each other for a minute. Then they clashed swords. Tara saw her opportunity. Soon the pirates were in fully-fledged sword-fighting mode and completely ignoring her. She crawled forwards.
"Aagghh!"
She rolled on her back in time to see Sparrow hurtling through the air towards her. He landed on top of her.
"Don't think so, luv," he breathed.
His eyes were an inch above hers. She grabbed a rock and smacked him over the head with it. He collapsed, and Tara pushed him off her. Pickle grabbed her. She realised what she had done.
"Get off me!" shouted Tara, as Pickle dragged her towards one of two ships floating just offshore. "Sparrow! Sparrow, I'm sorry! Please!"
Sparrow lay still and lifeless. Pickle dragged her to the ship.
*
It was morning when Tara suddenly jerked back into reality. She had spent the night in a cell below the Tortured Thor, in a panic about what was going to happen to her. But now it was morning. She felt the sea below her and she felt too sick to move.
The door opened. A young, clean-shaven man stood there, his pistol out.
"Good morning, Tara," he said brightly.
"It's Miss Waller," said Tara coldly.
"Ah, of course, the prim and proper Miss Waller... you look most like your father, girl..."
Tara looked at his dark eyes. "You know my father?"
"Yes," said he. "Your father... is not as... straight as you might like to think."
"What are you getting at?" asked Tara in a tiny voice.
"Mr Waller... is none other than the infamous pirate Aggressor. It was he who killed your mother. It was he who stole thousands of pounds from me. And it is you who will repay that debt."
Tara paled. Pickle entered.
"Captain Muse, sir," said Pickle, "the Pearl is gaining on us."
"Sparrow wants her for the ransom," said Muse. "He's been watching her for months. He planned to take her last night and we slipped in perfectly... I dare say he's annoyed."
"Shall we prepare to fight?" asked Pickle.
Muse shook his head. "Sparrow is too good. But he wants Waller... we can hold her to ransom."
Tara paled even more. "No, please..."
Muse pointed his pistol at her. "Do shut up. I don't have the patience for poor little rich girls."
Just then, Tara heard something heavy above her drop onto deck. A familiar voice floated downstairs.
"It's over, Muse. I'm taking the girl, savvy?"
&&&&&
You like? Good, please review. Cookies for all who do. Jack: Er... Me: What? Jack: We sort of... ate the cookies. Me: WHAT?! Jack: It wasn't just me... it was... Will too. Me: Oh, yeah, right.
Okay, so thanks to everyone who reviews *eyes Jack evilly*.
Jack: What?
Me: I'm going to make Muse make you a eunuch in the next chapter. Jack: Agh! Please review, she might change her mind!