No reviews... *sniff*. Oh well, that won't stop me...
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Everyone was in the brig. Everyone, all the crewmembers. They were all muttering when Tara arrived.
"Listen up!" she called.
They cast half a glance at her then went back to their muttering, except Will, who watched her with interest.
Tara felt great frustration in them ignoring her; she pulled out her pistol, pointed at the ceiling, and fired.
There was a tremendous bang, and everyone turned to her.
"Thank you," she said, tucking her pistol into its holster. "Now, I want to get everyone's spirits up. We will win against Muse. There is no doubt about that."
"Really?" called a formidable-looking man from the back.
"We can do it!" said Tara, her voice rising. She stamped her foot rhythmically. "We're the best!"
"We're the best!" shouted Will, punching the air.
"Yeah!" said two of the men.
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Jack felt the deck move beneath him. The crew were chanting loudly, stamping, clearly worked up for fight. He had Tara to thank for that, he was sure of it. She had blown a hole in his ship, but he could fogive her for that. He loved her so much...
He cast a quick glance behind him, and saw the Isla De Muerta on the horizon. Great. Muse's ship was so close he could make out the faces of its crew.
Jack ran down to the brig. He hurried across to Tara.
"You've done well," he said.
"Are we there?" she asked, sensing the fear in his eyes.
He nodded seriously. "Think you can get this lot upstairs?"
"Listen up!" shouted Tara. "Muse is up there! We are going to meet him on the Isla De Muerta and destroy his measly miscreant crew!"
The crew let up a wild cheer and ran up on deck, chanting and shouting. Soon it was only Jack and Tara left.
"You know," said Tara. "At first, I was so afraid of coming aboard with you..."
She trailed off, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm sorry," said Jack, slipping his arm around her, pulling her gently towards him.
"I love you," she sniffed. "Nothing will ever change that."
He pulled her face close, and kissed her.
"I love you too," he said.
"Jack, why-"
"I'll tell you later," said Jack, guessing the question. "Come on."
He took her hand, and they walked up on deck.
"Drop anchor!" shouted Jack. They had reached the island. "Tagnetti, Tallroy, roll out the guns!"
Two scruffy men ran past. Jack sighed.
The anchor was dropped, and people began moving swiftly towards the boats. Tara looked at Jack, a question in her eyes.
"Will!" called Jack. "You're responsible for Tara. Row out to the island, and go up into the caves."
Will walked over. He shook Jack's hand, then laughed and caught him in a hug.
"Look after her," said Jack. "And yourself."
"Don't do anything stupid," Will smiled, taking Tara's hand and pulling her off.
"I want to fight!" she exclaimed suddenly, struggling against his hand.
"Tara!" Will said. "It's for your own good."
They reached the boat. Will nudged Tara in and climbed in himself.
"Shall I row?" asked Tara, as Will struggled with the oars.
"No," he said flatly.
She looked at the Pearl. It was too far away now to touch.
"Will," said Tara. "Do you know why Jack wanted me aboard in the first place?"
Will shook his head. "No. All I know is that he had been following you for months. He probably wanted the money."
Tara pouted thoughtfully. "I wonder if the money is on its way to Tortuga?"
Will was silent.
"Why can't I fight?" Tara blurted out.
"Because its too dangerous," said Will, casting a shadowy look at the other rowboats heading for shore. Apparently they were going about a mile lower down than the rest.
Tara looked at the Pearl, now a long way away. She looked at the island, dark and rocky and awful, and shuddered as she remembered the stories her father had told her of this place. She pulled her hair loose, letting it flow behind her, and fiddled with the scarf she had tied it with.
Will steered the boat into a tunnel, which seemed to go on forever. Gold glistened on the banks of the water, reflected brilliantly in the water. She reached out and let her fingers play idly across the trinkets as they passed.
"You're turning into a pirate- completely obsessed with treasure," said Will, as they docked on the bank.
"I am not obsessed with treasure," said Tara, climbing out.
"Not all treasure is silver and gold," said Will, eying the golden sparrow around her neck.
She blushed as she thought of Jack.
"Come on, this way," said Will, leading the way through a small crack in the wall.
Tara gasped as they entered a giant hall hollowed out of the rock. All around the edges were huge crates of what could only be pirate gold, but the most interesting thing was the giant sealed chest up on a platform. Strips of the pink light of the sunset outside beamed through the holes up in the ceiling.
"And now," said Will, "we wait."
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I am so sorry about the delay, but for the last week I've had really bad writer's block. I hardly ever get it. Please review, I am told it is a cure for writer's block.
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Everyone was in the brig. Everyone, all the crewmembers. They were all muttering when Tara arrived.
"Listen up!" she called.
They cast half a glance at her then went back to their muttering, except Will, who watched her with interest.
Tara felt great frustration in them ignoring her; she pulled out her pistol, pointed at the ceiling, and fired.
There was a tremendous bang, and everyone turned to her.
"Thank you," she said, tucking her pistol into its holster. "Now, I want to get everyone's spirits up. We will win against Muse. There is no doubt about that."
"Really?" called a formidable-looking man from the back.
"We can do it!" said Tara, her voice rising. She stamped her foot rhythmically. "We're the best!"
"We're the best!" shouted Will, punching the air.
"Yeah!" said two of the men.
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Jack felt the deck move beneath him. The crew were chanting loudly, stamping, clearly worked up for fight. He had Tara to thank for that, he was sure of it. She had blown a hole in his ship, but he could fogive her for that. He loved her so much...
He cast a quick glance behind him, and saw the Isla De Muerta on the horizon. Great. Muse's ship was so close he could make out the faces of its crew.
Jack ran down to the brig. He hurried across to Tara.
"You've done well," he said.
"Are we there?" she asked, sensing the fear in his eyes.
He nodded seriously. "Think you can get this lot upstairs?"
"Listen up!" shouted Tara. "Muse is up there! We are going to meet him on the Isla De Muerta and destroy his measly miscreant crew!"
The crew let up a wild cheer and ran up on deck, chanting and shouting. Soon it was only Jack and Tara left.
"You know," said Tara. "At first, I was so afraid of coming aboard with you..."
She trailed off, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm sorry," said Jack, slipping his arm around her, pulling her gently towards him.
"I love you," she sniffed. "Nothing will ever change that."
He pulled her face close, and kissed her.
"I love you too," he said.
"Jack, why-"
"I'll tell you later," said Jack, guessing the question. "Come on."
He took her hand, and they walked up on deck.
"Drop anchor!" shouted Jack. They had reached the island. "Tagnetti, Tallroy, roll out the guns!"
Two scruffy men ran past. Jack sighed.
The anchor was dropped, and people began moving swiftly towards the boats. Tara looked at Jack, a question in her eyes.
"Will!" called Jack. "You're responsible for Tara. Row out to the island, and go up into the caves."
Will walked over. He shook Jack's hand, then laughed and caught him in a hug.
"Look after her," said Jack. "And yourself."
"Don't do anything stupid," Will smiled, taking Tara's hand and pulling her off.
"I want to fight!" she exclaimed suddenly, struggling against his hand.
"Tara!" Will said. "It's for your own good."
They reached the boat. Will nudged Tara in and climbed in himself.
"Shall I row?" asked Tara, as Will struggled with the oars.
"No," he said flatly.
She looked at the Pearl. It was too far away now to touch.
"Will," said Tara. "Do you know why Jack wanted me aboard in the first place?"
Will shook his head. "No. All I know is that he had been following you for months. He probably wanted the money."
Tara pouted thoughtfully. "I wonder if the money is on its way to Tortuga?"
Will was silent.
"Why can't I fight?" Tara blurted out.
"Because its too dangerous," said Will, casting a shadowy look at the other rowboats heading for shore. Apparently they were going about a mile lower down than the rest.
Tara looked at the Pearl, now a long way away. She looked at the island, dark and rocky and awful, and shuddered as she remembered the stories her father had told her of this place. She pulled her hair loose, letting it flow behind her, and fiddled with the scarf she had tied it with.
Will steered the boat into a tunnel, which seemed to go on forever. Gold glistened on the banks of the water, reflected brilliantly in the water. She reached out and let her fingers play idly across the trinkets as they passed.
"You're turning into a pirate- completely obsessed with treasure," said Will, as they docked on the bank.
"I am not obsessed with treasure," said Tara, climbing out.
"Not all treasure is silver and gold," said Will, eying the golden sparrow around her neck.
She blushed as she thought of Jack.
"Come on, this way," said Will, leading the way through a small crack in the wall.
Tara gasped as they entered a giant hall hollowed out of the rock. All around the edges were huge crates of what could only be pirate gold, but the most interesting thing was the giant sealed chest up on a platform. Strips of the pink light of the sunset outside beamed through the holes up in the ceiling.
"And now," said Will, "we wait."
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I am so sorry about the delay, but for the last week I've had really bad writer's block. I hardly ever get it. Please review, I am told it is a cure for writer's block.