Yeah okay, start by the disclaimer...
I solemnly vow that bla di bla di bla, that allright? What? What do you mean I have to state the actual promise? Blast it! Allright then. It - does - not - belong - to - me. Okay now? What doesn't belong to me? AAAAHHHH PotC of course, what else?!
(I know, I know, I'm getting worse each time! But at least there aren't miles of authors' notes... Look on the positive side!).
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Chapter 3: Past sickness
Yes? Don't stop... Fen encouraged', even though she could easily see he was completely stoned and knew she should take away the bottle of rum she'd given him. Well, I will... she thought, I might just have a bit of a laugh first... She smiled mischeviously. She wouldn't go too far. Just a little joke.
I jus' need to go alleviate meself, Jack tottered to his feet, his darkened dreadlocks rocking to and fro.
Fen watched him disappear into the trees, now to start on that little trick...
She crept away, down quite far from where Jack had entered.
Some wood would be a good start, then a bit of fire and water...
That'll be just right, she thought spotting some relatively dry sticks littering the ground and a couple more, still green pushing out from some young trees.
Fen hacked the branches off, edging nearer to the the borders of the rich undergrowth that blanketed the whole of the centre of the island. This was going to be a good one, teach him right for trying to boast so much. She looked up, it was covered in shadows; the night was beginning to take its toll. She shivered, a slight salty breeze brushing her bare arms.
All of a sudden a sweep of homesickness took hold of her. Homesick when you've never left home... impossible. But she had left it or rather - it had left her - it had flown back to the past. A single tear made it's way down her cheek. She shook it angrily off. Two weeks, only two weeks. That wasn't much when you thought about it. It wasn't much at all. And the bitter anger that wracked her heart had not yet disappeared. She laughed grimly, As if it would.... She looked down to the pile of sticks laying on the sand. She wasn't in the mood anymore. Couldn't care less if the Captain' fell off the cliff or boasted until the ocean's had dried to salt crusts.
She just wanted it to go back to normal, back to the way it had been before, when Pintel had taught her to play, taught her to jump and scream from joy. Taught her to use a sword - and she hadn't half fought well when she'd known how to - it had been in her blood and with every parry her mind had soared, soared to meet the seagulls flying in the distant skies. She shivered again, but this time the breeze came from somewhere else, some distant past, wrought with memories, all beautiful and pure, they half jumped out to the twilight, rejoicing to be let out, to be remembered - she had tried to lock them away too hard. True it had only been two weeks, but two weeks was still eternity. Eternity and the slightest moment, what was she thinking, it couldn't be both, could it? Cripes, she was getting herself confused there.
She leant against a nearby tree, feeling it's rough bark, just smelling it, feeling it. Gosh it was real, real like nothing else, real in some still distant way. That's what her life amounted too, when you thought about it, wood, sea and wind. Yeah... wood, sea and wind. The memories flooded back.
she yelled, punching the tree, AAAAHHHHHH, JUST GET OUT OF HERE, ALLRIGHT!! She punched it again and again, putting all the strength she had behind the blows, letting her soul flow through.
She sagged to the floor, raising her fists to the sky. She stared at it. She'd rip every star out of it if she could, rip them out and then apart and force them down into the bottom of sea and just watch them drown. She'd pulverise every bit of beauty in this world if someone gave her the power. It wasn't right, it wasn't allowed. But he was gone...
She felt sleep creep to her eyes. I'm not going to sleep now.... I can't possibly... What.... about.... that.... pirate...
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Jack observed him' from a distant. Funny lad, this Fen was. One minute he had all the cheek and self assurance in the world, next he was battering trees. Weird. He definitely needed to keep an eye on him. A sharp one at that. He could be off in the head. And that was worse than being untrustworthy. Gee, when you thought about it, it was even worse than being trustworthy!
Oh well, plenty of rum left. He grinned at the sight of a full chest of grimy bottles. He did owe Fen one there - it was good stuff. And what's more, there was a lot of it...!
He stretched out on the sand, yawned, looked up at the stars, squinted, looked at them again, shook his head and took a swig of rum.
They'd have to be leaving at sunrise if they were going to row all the way to Tortuga. Well, it wasn't all that far away, half a day on a proper ship. But with a makeshift sail... Well, even he'd not be able to pull that one off!
Aw, who cared? All that mattered until that sunrise was that he had something good to drink, and it wasn't that that was lacking...
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Well, hope you liked it. If anyone thought it was a bit soppy or too much details, then you know exactly what to do.... And I'd be happy to change it.
But wait a sec', I nearly forgot... no-one reads this blasted story.... Damn.... you don't mean to say I'm talking to thin air.... Who would have thought of it....
Sorry, when I said no-one, I obviously wasn't counting you etheriums angel.... Thank you ever so much for your review! I love ones that say what I got wrong, so thank you.... Though, sorry to have to ask, but what do you mean by POV?
There'll be more speech in the next one promise... But two chapters in two days is good, well for me anyway...
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