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I want to thank all of you who reviewed the first chapter! It means so much to me, especially when they're complimenting not only the story but also my writing ability. Thank you.
Slash. But not yet. Sorry
This is a really short chapter. Just warning you. Okay, on to the story!
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"Put that bloody thing away, ya stupid fool, afore ya burn th' house down!" said the intruder harshly.
Will faltered. "Anamaria?" he whispered. It definitely was her, although a healthy pirate she was not. Her face had a couple serious looking scratches, and her clothes were dotted with suspicious blossoms of red. The hand she held in front of her had a makeshift bandage that was soaked with blood. Will cringed.
"What, boy? Never seen blood b'fore?" she smirked, quickly pulling her injured hand to her chest in a wince of pain.
Will put the candlestick down and rushed to help the pirate, gently leading her to a sitting room. If Will noticed that she was also limping he didn't mention it. He lowered her into a chair and scurried to the nearest washroom.
Will returned with bandages and water and began to light more candles. Anamaria winced. "Not so much light! You don't want everybody t' know I'm here, d'ya?" she snapped.
Will paused and then blew out all candles save two, just enough to see her by. He drew next to her and began unwrapping her bandaged hand.
"'S no time for that, lad! I came here for 'elp, we gotta leave straight away," Anamaria whispered fervently.
Will frowned but kept his eyes on his task of washing the she-pirate's mangled hand. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain," he told her.
She sighed. "They're dead," she murmured. Will's head snapped up to search her face, though he pretended not to notice her too-shiny eyes.
"Who...who's dead?" His throat tightened with worry.
"All of 'em, my...the whole crew."
Will could barely get the name out. "Jack? Is he..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
Anamaria shook her head. "No. They captured him 'cause of the price on his head. Gonna sell 'im to the gove'ment. Damn sea dogs," she spat.
So Jack wasn't dead. That was something. "We have to save him," Will said without hesitation.
Anamaria nodded. "Why I came to you boy, I knew you'd be up for it." Her eyes gleamed.
Will looked back down as we began to wrap her hand in clean bandages. "How did it happen?" he asked.
"We 'ad just finished a small plunder off the coast o' Blanquilla," she started, as Will began on another nasty cut on her forearm. "Jack was slow on the reflexes, we found out later that 'e had been drugged while on shore, and we sailed righ' into a trap. Captain Siyamak was 'is name. I've heard of 'im afore, when I was a little girl. Nasty man, 'e is.
"Anyway, he attacked us. Captured Jack and shot th' rest. I'd've been gone too, but I played dead and snuck off, swam back to th' island." She shrugged. "Came 'ere straight off." By the end of her story Will was shaking with fury. "Shh, lad," she soothed awkwardly as Will accidentally spilled water out of the shallow bowl.
"We-" His voice cracked. He blinked tears furiously out of his eyes and tried again, "We're leaving tonight."
"Aye," Anamaria nodded.
I want to thank all of you who reviewed the first chapter! It means so much to me, especially when they're complimenting not only the story but also my writing ability. Thank you.
Slash. But not yet. Sorry
This is a really short chapter. Just warning you. Okay, on to the story!
==
"Put that bloody thing away, ya stupid fool, afore ya burn th' house down!" said the intruder harshly.
Will faltered. "Anamaria?" he whispered. It definitely was her, although a healthy pirate she was not. Her face had a couple serious looking scratches, and her clothes were dotted with suspicious blossoms of red. The hand she held in front of her had a makeshift bandage that was soaked with blood. Will cringed.
"What, boy? Never seen blood b'fore?" she smirked, quickly pulling her injured hand to her chest in a wince of pain.
Will put the candlestick down and rushed to help the pirate, gently leading her to a sitting room. If Will noticed that she was also limping he didn't mention it. He lowered her into a chair and scurried to the nearest washroom.
Will returned with bandages and water and began to light more candles. Anamaria winced. "Not so much light! You don't want everybody t' know I'm here, d'ya?" she snapped.
Will paused and then blew out all candles save two, just enough to see her by. He drew next to her and began unwrapping her bandaged hand.
"'S no time for that, lad! I came here for 'elp, we gotta leave straight away," Anamaria whispered fervently.
Will frowned but kept his eyes on his task of washing the she-pirate's mangled hand. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain," he told her.
She sighed. "They're dead," she murmured. Will's head snapped up to search her face, though he pretended not to notice her too-shiny eyes.
"Who...who's dead?" His throat tightened with worry.
"All of 'em, my...the whole crew."
Will could barely get the name out. "Jack? Is he..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
Anamaria shook her head. "No. They captured him 'cause of the price on his head. Gonna sell 'im to the gove'ment. Damn sea dogs," she spat.
So Jack wasn't dead. That was something. "We have to save him," Will said without hesitation.
Anamaria nodded. "Why I came to you boy, I knew you'd be up for it." Her eyes gleamed.
Will looked back down as we began to wrap her hand in clean bandages. "How did it happen?" he asked.
"We 'ad just finished a small plunder off the coast o' Blanquilla," she started, as Will began on another nasty cut on her forearm. "Jack was slow on the reflexes, we found out later that 'e had been drugged while on shore, and we sailed righ' into a trap. Captain Siyamak was 'is name. I've heard of 'im afore, when I was a little girl. Nasty man, 'e is.
"Anyway, he attacked us. Captured Jack and shot th' rest. I'd've been gone too, but I played dead and snuck off, swam back to th' island." She shrugged. "Came 'ere straight off." By the end of her story Will was shaking with fury. "Shh, lad," she soothed awkwardly as Will accidentally spilled water out of the shallow bowl.
"We-" His voice cracked. He blinked tears furiously out of his eyes and tried again, "We're leaving tonight."
"Aye," Anamaria nodded.