Chapter 7: Dream Remix
The trees whispered in the afternoon breeze as Miroku, Inuyasha, and Jack wandered under the golden sun on their way to the village. Each in there own world of thought. Jack was taking in the sight and scent of the trees around him. In the Caribbean trees like these were sparse, and it was a sight that amazed him. As he took in the scenery his feet seemed to move forward in time to the rustling of the tree branches. In the same beat of his foot hitting the pavement he heard a voice calling his name. It was soft and sweet. *Jacklyn* he though as he stopped walking. His head shifted from side to side looking for the girl he had lost; there was nobody and he kept walking with his head down. The sound of metal scraping against wood forced him to look up. Ahead of him was a creature that was as pale as a ghost. The creature hissed reveling extremely sharp fangs. In his hands were two perfectly balanced swords. Jack, being a pirate, marveled at this weaponry. *Lovely swords, cutlasses I believe. Sharp blades on both sides, ideal for hacking of heads but not very well sorted for blocking. That blade could snap in two with enough fo…* His thoughts were cut of buy a scream that came from Miroku " wind tunnel." A blast of suction leapt from Miroku's once purple clothed hand toward the demon. The translucent creature hissed and let one of his swords go. Suddenly the vacuum stopped and Miroku fell to the earth wrapping his hand back up in the cloth, and bared his teeth in pain. The monster rushed at the helpless figure lying on the ground and Jack drew his pistol to shoot. At that moment Jack saw the most amazing sword in all weaponry immerge from Inuyasha. The blade was pure white and was shaped as a crescent moon is. Fir graced the tang's top before the blade started. *Look at that sword! It has to be at least the size of its holder. The work of a skilled craftsman – I doubt that even Will could make a sword as superfluous as this. * Stunned, he continued to watch Inuyasha running with his sword, forgetting all about the unused pistol in his hand. The demons gaze drifted of Miroku and to the charging Inuyasha. It hissed. With one long swipe, the sword of Inuyasha screamed death as the demon disintegrated.