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have updated sooner, but I just didn't have the time and I want to make
sure that any other chapters I write are as good as I can make them! Please
review and tell me what you think of this chapter at the end!
~*~*~*~ Before: Jack said goodbye to the Turners, ---Will and Elizabeth--- and started the long walk back to his ship. About halfway there, he stopped in his tracks and could have slapped himself in the face. How could he forget?
~*~*~*~ Swaggering along an erratic path towards the port, Jack Sparrow mentally kicked himself over and over again. What an opportunity he had missed! The thing he had been searching years for was finally within his grasp and . . . he had let it slip away in the midst of his drunken stupor.
If it was the last thing he would ever do, Jack vowed to turn this into an advantage. But first, he would need the support of his crew and a few hours of rushed, last-minute scheming.
~*~ (1 hour before) Kat hummed her favorite tune softly to herself, her lips softly mouthing the words, but after a bit of time, she gained confidence and sang louder and louder.
Kat did not remember ever learning this song, but she had known it as long as she could remember. Strangely, though, no one else she had ever met recognized any part of it. It was like nothing anyone had ever heard before, and that was why she liked it. Kat had always been a free spirit, going out of her way to defy others when she wished, and never changing her ideas because of someone else's.
The gentle evening breezes combed through her hair, turning it over and over like a pair of human hands, caressing it and letting it fall softly out of its grasp. Kat ran a finger delicately over one of the many candelabras strewn through the garden and sighed. She wished her life could always be this extravagant. True, she was the daughter of a very wealthy governor, yet she lived a fairly simple life in a little house on the other side of the spacious island. Smirking, Kat remembered wanting to leave home and be on her own as soon as she could manage it.
A little way behind her, Kat heard soft footsteps, and when she lifted her head to look, she saw the reflection of the man who had been harassing her earlier in the evening. Gasping, she lifted her skirts and ran, still subconsciously singing. When she arrived at the foot of her third story window, Kat did not even bother to tie up her skirts; she only climbed the rose trellis as fast as she could go, cutting her palms and the soles of her feet numerous times. Heaving herself ungracefully over the marble banister, she crashed to the ground, cursing, but Kat was back on her feet in an instant to stumble inside and slam the French doors behind her.
Slumping to the ground with her back to the wall, she panted heavily until she caught her breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Eventually, Kat found her feet and slipped into her nightgown before she wearily dragged the heavy velvet curtains closed sank into the thick fluffy cloud that was her mattress and closed her eyes yet again.
~*~ A dull orange flame danced from side to side, trying desperately to stay attached to its pale candle in the thickening mist. The harsh ocean waves entered the harbor slightly tamed, rocking the ships to sleep with a steady lull while still reminding them of the awaiting danger in open waters with the occasional creeeeaaak of planks. No sails rustled in this deadly silence, and superstitious sailors with night duty at the fort on the hill shivered at the mere thought of pirates.
Out of the fog, a man takes three cautious steps forward, but his old leather boots make no sound that can be heard through the dead air. Over his shoulder, the man motions slightly for others to follow with a jerk of his head and a finger to his lips to keep silent.
" 'kay, men, follow up tha' hill," he whispered, staring into the distance. "Tha' half o' ye can distract the guards," he motioned to the men on his left, " and this 'alf o' ye is gonna foller me te get tha lass. Savvy?"
The men all nodded, while others whispered "Aye!" before they were hushed. Although no one could see in the fog, Captain Jack Sparrow smiled that same trademark mischievous smile.
~*~*~*~ So, what do ya think? Was it worth the wait? Is there enough dialog in the story? Should I continue this story or start another one? (still PotC of course) Tell me your thoughts, along with any additional comments, and I will be sure to read your wonderful reviews!
~*~*~*~ Before: Jack said goodbye to the Turners, ---Will and Elizabeth--- and started the long walk back to his ship. About halfway there, he stopped in his tracks and could have slapped himself in the face. How could he forget?
~*~*~*~ Swaggering along an erratic path towards the port, Jack Sparrow mentally kicked himself over and over again. What an opportunity he had missed! The thing he had been searching years for was finally within his grasp and . . . he had let it slip away in the midst of his drunken stupor.
If it was the last thing he would ever do, Jack vowed to turn this into an advantage. But first, he would need the support of his crew and a few hours of rushed, last-minute scheming.
~*~ (1 hour before) Kat hummed her favorite tune softly to herself, her lips softly mouthing the words, but after a bit of time, she gained confidence and sang louder and louder.
Kat did not remember ever learning this song, but she had known it as long as she could remember. Strangely, though, no one else she had ever met recognized any part of it. It was like nothing anyone had ever heard before, and that was why she liked it. Kat had always been a free spirit, going out of her way to defy others when she wished, and never changing her ideas because of someone else's.
The gentle evening breezes combed through her hair, turning it over and over like a pair of human hands, caressing it and letting it fall softly out of its grasp. Kat ran a finger delicately over one of the many candelabras strewn through the garden and sighed. She wished her life could always be this extravagant. True, she was the daughter of a very wealthy governor, yet she lived a fairly simple life in a little house on the other side of the spacious island. Smirking, Kat remembered wanting to leave home and be on her own as soon as she could manage it.
A little way behind her, Kat heard soft footsteps, and when she lifted her head to look, she saw the reflection of the man who had been harassing her earlier in the evening. Gasping, she lifted her skirts and ran, still subconsciously singing. When she arrived at the foot of her third story window, Kat did not even bother to tie up her skirts; she only climbed the rose trellis as fast as she could go, cutting her palms and the soles of her feet numerous times. Heaving herself ungracefully over the marble banister, she crashed to the ground, cursing, but Kat was back on her feet in an instant to stumble inside and slam the French doors behind her.
Slumping to the ground with her back to the wall, she panted heavily until she caught her breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Eventually, Kat found her feet and slipped into her nightgown before she wearily dragged the heavy velvet curtains closed sank into the thick fluffy cloud that was her mattress and closed her eyes yet again.
~*~ A dull orange flame danced from side to side, trying desperately to stay attached to its pale candle in the thickening mist. The harsh ocean waves entered the harbor slightly tamed, rocking the ships to sleep with a steady lull while still reminding them of the awaiting danger in open waters with the occasional creeeeaaak of planks. No sails rustled in this deadly silence, and superstitious sailors with night duty at the fort on the hill shivered at the mere thought of pirates.
Out of the fog, a man takes three cautious steps forward, but his old leather boots make no sound that can be heard through the dead air. Over his shoulder, the man motions slightly for others to follow with a jerk of his head and a finger to his lips to keep silent.
" 'kay, men, follow up tha' hill," he whispered, staring into the distance. "Tha' half o' ye can distract the guards," he motioned to the men on his left, " and this 'alf o' ye is gonna foller me te get tha lass. Savvy?"
The men all nodded, while others whispered "Aye!" before they were hushed. Although no one could see in the fog, Captain Jack Sparrow smiled that same trademark mischievous smile.
~*~*~*~ So, what do ya think? Was it worth the wait? Is there enough dialog in the story? Should I continue this story or start another one? (still PotC of course) Tell me your thoughts, along with any additional comments, and I will be sure to read your wonderful reviews!