Chapter 27... did you ever think it would go on this long?
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Jack sat uncomfortably at the bottom of the steep, grassy bank. All of his men were with him, their pistols pointed up into the trees.
"Ye alright, Cap'n?" whispered Gibbs, who was squatted down beside Jack.
"Worried," muttered Jack. "Something isn't right."
"Nonsense," Gibbs replied.
"Muse's ship is empty, yet we didn't see them come ashore?" asked Jack. "They're here."
"Nonsense," repeated Gibbs.
There was a loud crash as something large fell through the trees above them and rolled down the bank, stopping at Jack's knees.
It took him a minute to work out that the grubby bundle was a comatose William.
"Bloody pirates!" he exclaimed.
"Sparrow... so predictable."
All of the pirates looked up to see Muse and his crew emerge from the trees.
"To hell with you, Muse," said Jack roughly. "What'd ye do to him, eh?"
Muse smiled innocently. "You think he's the worst of your problems? Pickle, bring her."
Pickle emerged, grinning, pointing his pistol at Tara, who was gagged yet walking freely.
"Tara!" shouted Jack.
She looked at him, and waved sarcastically.
"A funny one, this 'un," laughed Muse, taking Tara's arm.
"Let go of her," said Jack, cocking his pistol.
"I suggest you put those pistols away," said Muse, pulling out his own and sticking it into Tara's neck.
Tara shook her head frantically.
"Put them away," Muse repeated. "Tell him, Tara, dear."
He slowly removed the gag, smiling contentedly as he moved his hand around her face.
"I love you," Tara said to Jack.
"Tell him to save you," said Muse, grinning.
"I don't want him to," said Tara, and she turned back to Jack. "Don't put your guns down. Don't give up. You can kill these guys no sweat. Don't worry about me."
Muse's face was an odd purple colour.
"Tara..." Jack began.
"I love y-" she began.
BANG.
Time seem to slow down as Muse pulled the trigger. Tara's eyes widened in shock, and her mouth opened slightly. Then her knees buckled, she slumped a little lower, her arms fell limply back. She bent back a bit, revealing the small red dot on her chest.
Then she fell, rolling down the bank, her hair everywhere.
She landed beside Will, flat on her face, her hair hiding her.
Jack knew she was dead.
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Another short chapter. Sorry guys. Please review!
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Jack sat uncomfortably at the bottom of the steep, grassy bank. All of his men were with him, their pistols pointed up into the trees.
"Ye alright, Cap'n?" whispered Gibbs, who was squatted down beside Jack.
"Worried," muttered Jack. "Something isn't right."
"Nonsense," Gibbs replied.
"Muse's ship is empty, yet we didn't see them come ashore?" asked Jack. "They're here."
"Nonsense," repeated Gibbs.
There was a loud crash as something large fell through the trees above them and rolled down the bank, stopping at Jack's knees.
It took him a minute to work out that the grubby bundle was a comatose William.
"Bloody pirates!" he exclaimed.
"Sparrow... so predictable."
All of the pirates looked up to see Muse and his crew emerge from the trees.
"To hell with you, Muse," said Jack roughly. "What'd ye do to him, eh?"
Muse smiled innocently. "You think he's the worst of your problems? Pickle, bring her."
Pickle emerged, grinning, pointing his pistol at Tara, who was gagged yet walking freely.
"Tara!" shouted Jack.
She looked at him, and waved sarcastically.
"A funny one, this 'un," laughed Muse, taking Tara's arm.
"Let go of her," said Jack, cocking his pistol.
"I suggest you put those pistols away," said Muse, pulling out his own and sticking it into Tara's neck.
Tara shook her head frantically.
"Put them away," Muse repeated. "Tell him, Tara, dear."
He slowly removed the gag, smiling contentedly as he moved his hand around her face.
"I love you," Tara said to Jack.
"Tell him to save you," said Muse, grinning.
"I don't want him to," said Tara, and she turned back to Jack. "Don't put your guns down. Don't give up. You can kill these guys no sweat. Don't worry about me."
Muse's face was an odd purple colour.
"Tara..." Jack began.
"I love y-" she began.
BANG.
Time seem to slow down as Muse pulled the trigger. Tara's eyes widened in shock, and her mouth opened slightly. Then her knees buckled, she slumped a little lower, her arms fell limply back. She bent back a bit, revealing the small red dot on her chest.
Then she fell, rolling down the bank, her hair everywhere.
She landed beside Will, flat on her face, her hair hiding her.
Jack knew she was dead.
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Another short chapter. Sorry guys. Please review!