A/N: i have no idea where i want this to go. actually, that's a lie. i know where i want it to go, but i have no idea how to get it there. any ideas you might have, let me know!
sorry this has taken so long (if you were actually reading it). my muse, manbechir, suddenly went into a coma and has only recently awoken. i think.
disclaimer if i owned this, i would have updated sooner. i know i'm a bad person, leaving ada and matthew in the dust whilst briseis and diomedes and eomer and lothiriel are finding happiness.
Chapter IV
The next night, I again snuck up to Ada's room. She was waiting for me this time, her balcony open and a candle on her bedside table. "The trial is in a week," she said, turning the pages of her book. "When shall we act?"
"The night of the trial," I answered. "Let them think there will be a hanging in the morning. The guards will relax their watch, and we shall be able to sneak in." I walked to her bed and took the book from her. "Ada, listen to me, that night, it will be dangerous for you to be out. Perhaps it would be safest if you waited until after I free the men."
"Nonsense. I see what you are up to, Captain Broome," she sniffed. "You'll free the men and take off without me. If you even so much as think of it, I will tell my father of your plan." It was plain that she would indeed tell her father. I was not sure which I feared more: her wrath at being left behind or her father's wrath when we were caught. Nonetheless, I tried reasoning with her.
"Ada, what if we are caught? Then what shall we do with you? The guards, and anyone else that sees us, will automatically think we are stealing you away."
"But you are," she interrupted.
I huffed. "Yes, but Ada, they will think we are kidnaping you, taking you without permission, so to speak. They would not believe us that you wanted to come."
"Then I shall tell them." I couldn't help but laugh at her naivete. "What?" she asked, pouting.
"Ada, don't you see? They won't believe you! They'll think I've forced you to say that!"
"I'm still coming with you."
I sighed, at last giving in. "Very well, but I want no complaints once we sail away. If I hear so much as a whisper of discomfort from you, I shall drop you off at the first port we find. And who knows where that might be."
"Don't worry, I won't complain," she said, back to her usual smile. "You won't even know I'm there. Now, tell me how we're going to sneak into the jail."
It was past two in the morning when I finally left Ada's room, my arms laden with some of her "smaller" belongings. I had urged her to bring only what was necessary; somehow that included several heavy books, a chest filled with who-knows-what, and a box of jewelry, all of which were in my hands as I ran back to the beach. I sighed. At least we had some idea of how the jailbreak was going to work.
The plan was relatively simple: Ada would distract the guards until I could knock them out. Then we would take the keys and let the men out. Hopefully, all would go accordingly and we could be sailing for France before daybreak. Of course, with piracy, nothing ever goes accordingly.
A/N: i know, i know. this is extremely short. so is the update i posted for my troy fic, "thy heart lies open." i hadn't written anything for either of them in so long, i'd lost interest. but i decided they both needed to be revived. so revive them i have, and hopefully the next chapters will be longer.
sorry this has taken so long (if you were actually reading it). my muse, manbechir, suddenly went into a coma and has only recently awoken. i think.
disclaimer if i owned this, i would have updated sooner. i know i'm a bad person, leaving ada and matthew in the dust whilst briseis and diomedes and eomer and lothiriel are finding happiness.
Chapter IV
The next night, I again snuck up to Ada's room. She was waiting for me this time, her balcony open and a candle on her bedside table. "The trial is in a week," she said, turning the pages of her book. "When shall we act?"
"The night of the trial," I answered. "Let them think there will be a hanging in the morning. The guards will relax their watch, and we shall be able to sneak in." I walked to her bed and took the book from her. "Ada, listen to me, that night, it will be dangerous for you to be out. Perhaps it would be safest if you waited until after I free the men."
"Nonsense. I see what you are up to, Captain Broome," she sniffed. "You'll free the men and take off without me. If you even so much as think of it, I will tell my father of your plan." It was plain that she would indeed tell her father. I was not sure which I feared more: her wrath at being left behind or her father's wrath when we were caught. Nonetheless, I tried reasoning with her.
"Ada, what if we are caught? Then what shall we do with you? The guards, and anyone else that sees us, will automatically think we are stealing you away."
"But you are," she interrupted.
I huffed. "Yes, but Ada, they will think we are kidnaping you, taking you without permission, so to speak. They would not believe us that you wanted to come."
"Then I shall tell them." I couldn't help but laugh at her naivete. "What?" she asked, pouting.
"Ada, don't you see? They won't believe you! They'll think I've forced you to say that!"
"I'm still coming with you."
I sighed, at last giving in. "Very well, but I want no complaints once we sail away. If I hear so much as a whisper of discomfort from you, I shall drop you off at the first port we find. And who knows where that might be."
"Don't worry, I won't complain," she said, back to her usual smile. "You won't even know I'm there. Now, tell me how we're going to sneak into the jail."
It was past two in the morning when I finally left Ada's room, my arms laden with some of her "smaller" belongings. I had urged her to bring only what was necessary; somehow that included several heavy books, a chest filled with who-knows-what, and a box of jewelry, all of which were in my hands as I ran back to the beach. I sighed. At least we had some idea of how the jailbreak was going to work.
The plan was relatively simple: Ada would distract the guards until I could knock them out. Then we would take the keys and let the men out. Hopefully, all would go accordingly and we could be sailing for France before daybreak. Of course, with piracy, nothing ever goes accordingly.
A/N: i know, i know. this is extremely short. so is the update i posted for my troy fic, "thy heart lies open." i hadn't written anything for either of them in so long, i'd lost interest. but i decided they both needed to be revived. so revive them i have, and hopefully the next chapters will be longer.