Hello, all. Thanks for your review, Mika. I've been a little (well, a lot)
delayed on getting chapters up lately in the process of also writing two
stories for www.fictionpress.com, so my due apologies. Everyone's waiting
for chapter 7, I suppose, so I'll shut up and get on with it.
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Aragorn and Jack tore through the iron gates and began down the drive. Jack was massaging the side of his head; the bullet had (fortunately) only grazed his temple.
"Are you alright?" Aragorn inquired dully.
"Fine, fine," said Jack, looking back at the house. "Never mind that, just watch out for if they shoot again."
A few seconds later, another two shots had been fired. One hit the brick pillar at the end of the driveway, and smashed a small point of rock to pieces. A ceramic sphere on the left wall flanking the road exploded, sending shards in all directions like so many pieces of white shrapnel. One missed Jack's head by bare inches, whereas Aragorn was less lucky: one of the pieces caught him in the forearm and stuck there.
"Argh!" Aragorn gasped and wrenched the shard from the wound, which began bleeding openly.
"I suggest you step it up a bit!" said Jack, who had just sped out of the driveway onto the beach. "They're coming!"
Aragorn looked back to see that the soldiers from Will's bedroom had burst out of the door and were running towards him. They knelt when they reached the entrance to the drive and pointed their guns.
"Duck!" Jack advised, and Aragorn flung himself flat on the hard ground. Jack had evidently done the same, as when the soldiers fired a volley, there was no thud or cry of pain from behind Aragorn.
"Is that all you've got?" jeered Jack, standing up. He pointed his own pistol and fired, blasting the feather on Commodore Norrington's hat into pieces. "Aragorn! Hurry!"
Aragorn needed no second-telling. He leapt to his feet again and ran out to join Jack on the beach. Whilst the soldiers were re-loading their weapons, Jack and Aragorn heaved the heavy iron gates to, and flung the lock into place.
"That should take them a while to get open," said Jack. "But we should start moving, because they can shoot between the – "
But then he let out a cry of pain as a bullet hit his thigh, sending out a shower of blood. He toppled to the ground. Aragorn looked back at the soldiers to see how close they were to firing again. Commodore Norrington had his pistol pointed and smoking – it was he who had fired the shot.
Aragorn hoisted Jack up (with some difficulty) to his feet.
"Can you run?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so," Jack grunted.
"Let me get the bullet out," said Aragorn and began to bend down, but Jack said "No!" and pulled back from Aragorn.
"We have to get out of here, there is no time for that!"
And with what seemed to be enormous pain, Jack jogged lopsidedly alongside Aragorn down the beach.
"Quick, if we can get to a ship, we can go," said Jack.
"I still have not retrieved Andúril!" Aragorn protested, and pictured it suddenly, locked away in Obstinée's storeroom, collecting dust... "NO!" Aragorn cried out loud. He had not felt it for so long...
"We can't, they'd catch us!" said Jack. "If it's so important to you, off you go. I, personally, am taking the first ship I can get to."
He started limping towards the dock, but Aragorn, who was faster, stood in front of him and drew his knife. He pointed it between Jack's eyes.
"You are coming with me to get Andúril whether you like it or not," he said slowly. The fury of Gondolin flickered in Aragorn's piercing eyes.
"Fine," said Jack, and pushed the knife away. "Let's go, they'll be catching up soon."
And so they began to run as fast as possible up to the streets of Port Royal. They went up the stairs (with some difficulty) and were barraged halfway by bullets – the soldiers had reached the beach and fired again. Fortunately none of the shots was aimed accurately, and so neither Jack nor Aragorn was injured.
They reached the summit of the stairway ("Finally," grunted Jack) six volleys (two minutes) later. Aragorn jogged and Jack hobbled on to the cobblestone streets of Port Royal. They tore down the long, narrow alleyway which would lead them to the town square. Norrington's men fired again, blasting a wooden shutter off its hinges, greatly surprising the woman leaning out the window. The shutter fell down and hit Aragorn, so that it broke in the middle and his head stuck through it like a shaggy-haired mole from its hole. Jack seemed to find enough energy to laugh and make fun of this.
They reached the town square, amid suspicious and amused stares of the people. It annoyed Aragorn, whose hand groped at his belt for his sword that wasn't there. Jack pulled him down the alleyway to their right, to the four-way fork. They took another right and came to the marble stairs again. This they bolted down and came to the gloomy, grey building with the iron door.
"Quickly, inside," said Jack. "That bastard, Norrington, could be right on our tail."
Aragorn fumbled with the door handle (having never used one before in his life). He didn't know whether to turn it clockwise, counter-clockwise, push it, pull it, or anything.
"Oh, well don't open it too quickly now," said Jack sarcastically, as Aragorn finally discovered to turn it clockwise. The door swung open, and Jack and Aragorn leapt inside. They slammed the iron door shut and slid the catch closed.
"Alright, where is it now?" asked Jack.
"Down the steps and to the left," answered Aragorn, pointing down the stairwell.
"Come on then, don't stand around all day," said Jack, and began tramping down the steps. It was all Aragorn could do to stop himself from lashing out at Jack, whose stupid sarcastic remarks were irritating him greatly.
But he managed to restrain himself and follow Jack down the stairs. They met up half way down. They continued down to the bottom, where they saw the cells lined against the far wall. The same dog was guarding the keys, and the same ugly faces were squeezing against the bars (except a few short, no doubt already taken to the gallows).
"Right, let's g – " Jack started, but then gave a yelp of pain as the butt of a musket collided with his left temple. There was a bleeding cut where it had hit.
"Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" said a sneering voice. Aragorn turned to his left to see Mr Obstinée standing over him, holding a musket in his hands. Then he looked at Aragorn and said, "And Mister Turner?"
"Yes, that's right," said Aragorn defiantly.
"I remember you," sneered Obstinée. "You're the little scelerat with the sword, aren't you?"
"Very true," said Aragorn. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I think the more prudent question is what are you doing here?" said Obstinée.
"I – " started Aragorn, but stopped.
"Trying to steal your sword?"
"N – yes."
Mr Obstinée looked most pleased with himself.
"So!" he shrieked. "We'll see about that, won't we? Sword back, indeed."
He raised his rifle to butt Aragorn with it, but Aragorn was on his guard. He drew his knife quickly and flung it up to block the blow. He knocked the rifle out of the way. Obstinée grinned savagely.
"So you can fight, can you?" he barked.
"That's right," said Aragorn fiercely. "Fighting is my talent."
"Is it, then?" said Obstinée. "That's a very violent-looking knife. I think I'll just have to confiscate that – "
He reached for the knife in Aragorn's hand, but Aragorn whipped it up and down viciously, leaving a slice down the back of the constable's hand. He gasped in pain and withdrew his arm. Aragorn swung the knife, forming an 'X' in mid-air, but Obstinée had stepped back soon enough.
As Aragorn raised his hand, Obstinée butted him in the stomach with his rifle and as Aragorn keeled over, he thumped him over the head with it. Aragorn slumped to the ground, his vision clouding with blood. He heard Obstinée laughing maliciously, and then all went black.
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Uh oh...sorry the chapter's so short. I'll make the others longer. Please review!
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Aragorn and Jack tore through the iron gates and began down the drive. Jack was massaging the side of his head; the bullet had (fortunately) only grazed his temple.
"Are you alright?" Aragorn inquired dully.
"Fine, fine," said Jack, looking back at the house. "Never mind that, just watch out for if they shoot again."
A few seconds later, another two shots had been fired. One hit the brick pillar at the end of the driveway, and smashed a small point of rock to pieces. A ceramic sphere on the left wall flanking the road exploded, sending shards in all directions like so many pieces of white shrapnel. One missed Jack's head by bare inches, whereas Aragorn was less lucky: one of the pieces caught him in the forearm and stuck there.
"Argh!" Aragorn gasped and wrenched the shard from the wound, which began bleeding openly.
"I suggest you step it up a bit!" said Jack, who had just sped out of the driveway onto the beach. "They're coming!"
Aragorn looked back to see that the soldiers from Will's bedroom had burst out of the door and were running towards him. They knelt when they reached the entrance to the drive and pointed their guns.
"Duck!" Jack advised, and Aragorn flung himself flat on the hard ground. Jack had evidently done the same, as when the soldiers fired a volley, there was no thud or cry of pain from behind Aragorn.
"Is that all you've got?" jeered Jack, standing up. He pointed his own pistol and fired, blasting the feather on Commodore Norrington's hat into pieces. "Aragorn! Hurry!"
Aragorn needed no second-telling. He leapt to his feet again and ran out to join Jack on the beach. Whilst the soldiers were re-loading their weapons, Jack and Aragorn heaved the heavy iron gates to, and flung the lock into place.
"That should take them a while to get open," said Jack. "But we should start moving, because they can shoot between the – "
But then he let out a cry of pain as a bullet hit his thigh, sending out a shower of blood. He toppled to the ground. Aragorn looked back at the soldiers to see how close they were to firing again. Commodore Norrington had his pistol pointed and smoking – it was he who had fired the shot.
Aragorn hoisted Jack up (with some difficulty) to his feet.
"Can you run?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so," Jack grunted.
"Let me get the bullet out," said Aragorn and began to bend down, but Jack said "No!" and pulled back from Aragorn.
"We have to get out of here, there is no time for that!"
And with what seemed to be enormous pain, Jack jogged lopsidedly alongside Aragorn down the beach.
"Quick, if we can get to a ship, we can go," said Jack.
"I still have not retrieved Andúril!" Aragorn protested, and pictured it suddenly, locked away in Obstinée's storeroom, collecting dust... "NO!" Aragorn cried out loud. He had not felt it for so long...
"We can't, they'd catch us!" said Jack. "If it's so important to you, off you go. I, personally, am taking the first ship I can get to."
He started limping towards the dock, but Aragorn, who was faster, stood in front of him and drew his knife. He pointed it between Jack's eyes.
"You are coming with me to get Andúril whether you like it or not," he said slowly. The fury of Gondolin flickered in Aragorn's piercing eyes.
"Fine," said Jack, and pushed the knife away. "Let's go, they'll be catching up soon."
And so they began to run as fast as possible up to the streets of Port Royal. They went up the stairs (with some difficulty) and were barraged halfway by bullets – the soldiers had reached the beach and fired again. Fortunately none of the shots was aimed accurately, and so neither Jack nor Aragorn was injured.
They reached the summit of the stairway ("Finally," grunted Jack) six volleys (two minutes) later. Aragorn jogged and Jack hobbled on to the cobblestone streets of Port Royal. They tore down the long, narrow alleyway which would lead them to the town square. Norrington's men fired again, blasting a wooden shutter off its hinges, greatly surprising the woman leaning out the window. The shutter fell down and hit Aragorn, so that it broke in the middle and his head stuck through it like a shaggy-haired mole from its hole. Jack seemed to find enough energy to laugh and make fun of this.
They reached the town square, amid suspicious and amused stares of the people. It annoyed Aragorn, whose hand groped at his belt for his sword that wasn't there. Jack pulled him down the alleyway to their right, to the four-way fork. They took another right and came to the marble stairs again. This they bolted down and came to the gloomy, grey building with the iron door.
"Quickly, inside," said Jack. "That bastard, Norrington, could be right on our tail."
Aragorn fumbled with the door handle (having never used one before in his life). He didn't know whether to turn it clockwise, counter-clockwise, push it, pull it, or anything.
"Oh, well don't open it too quickly now," said Jack sarcastically, as Aragorn finally discovered to turn it clockwise. The door swung open, and Jack and Aragorn leapt inside. They slammed the iron door shut and slid the catch closed.
"Alright, where is it now?" asked Jack.
"Down the steps and to the left," answered Aragorn, pointing down the stairwell.
"Come on then, don't stand around all day," said Jack, and began tramping down the steps. It was all Aragorn could do to stop himself from lashing out at Jack, whose stupid sarcastic remarks were irritating him greatly.
But he managed to restrain himself and follow Jack down the stairs. They met up half way down. They continued down to the bottom, where they saw the cells lined against the far wall. The same dog was guarding the keys, and the same ugly faces were squeezing against the bars (except a few short, no doubt already taken to the gallows).
"Right, let's g – " Jack started, but then gave a yelp of pain as the butt of a musket collided with his left temple. There was a bleeding cut where it had hit.
"Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" said a sneering voice. Aragorn turned to his left to see Mr Obstinée standing over him, holding a musket in his hands. Then he looked at Aragorn and said, "And Mister Turner?"
"Yes, that's right," said Aragorn defiantly.
"I remember you," sneered Obstinée. "You're the little scelerat with the sword, aren't you?"
"Very true," said Aragorn. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I think the more prudent question is what are you doing here?" said Obstinée.
"I – " started Aragorn, but stopped.
"Trying to steal your sword?"
"N – yes."
Mr Obstinée looked most pleased with himself.
"So!" he shrieked. "We'll see about that, won't we? Sword back, indeed."
He raised his rifle to butt Aragorn with it, but Aragorn was on his guard. He drew his knife quickly and flung it up to block the blow. He knocked the rifle out of the way. Obstinée grinned savagely.
"So you can fight, can you?" he barked.
"That's right," said Aragorn fiercely. "Fighting is my talent."
"Is it, then?" said Obstinée. "That's a very violent-looking knife. I think I'll just have to confiscate that – "
He reached for the knife in Aragorn's hand, but Aragorn whipped it up and down viciously, leaving a slice down the back of the constable's hand. He gasped in pain and withdrew his arm. Aragorn swung the knife, forming an 'X' in mid-air, but Obstinée had stepped back soon enough.
As Aragorn raised his hand, Obstinée butted him in the stomach with his rifle and as Aragorn keeled over, he thumped him over the head with it. Aragorn slumped to the ground, his vision clouding with blood. He heard Obstinée laughing maliciously, and then all went black.
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Uh oh...sorry the chapter's so short. I'll make the others longer. Please review!