Authors Note: I've decided to stir things up by switching point of view for this chapter, lets get into Jessie's head. I've wanted to do airship pirates since Pirates of the Carribean came out. I live off of reviews, and right now I'm starving, please drop a line.
Jessie awoke when a large explosion rocked the ship. Smoke billowed from the propeller outside her window, and there was broken glass littered on the ground. She heard a whizzing sound, and suddenly a cannonball flew through the cabin. The resulting explosion ripped the door clean off its hinges.
Matt was awake now, and she could see he was already injured, three splinters of wood had imbedded themselves into his arm, and it was bleeding, however, he haden't seemed to take notice.
Outside, they could see two large airships pulling alongside theirs. It didn't take the skull and crossbones for her to see these were pirate ships. They were old, and their portholes bristled with cannons. Also, the decks were swashed in blood, it looked as if the wood had even taken on the color.
Grapling hooks were flung over, and were pulled tight, men began to crawl over.
"Lets go!" she shouted, and directed Matt to begin cutting the cords. By the time they had started, the ships marine contingent had already made itself present, and fully armed to repel the boarding parties. Their ranks were also swelling with voulenteers and crewman. The pirates had seemed to have backed off, as the men on the lines crawled back aboard their own ships.
"We've won!" one of the marines shouted,
"No...we haven't" one of the crewman said grimly.
"What do you me...." he never got to finish as a barrage of shots blasted the ship from both sides. Some of the deck gave way, and the ship listed to the side with the loss of one of her engines. Looking over at Matt she saw he had paled to almost chalk white, from either blood loss, or fear. Maybe both. The ship lurched forward, and headed down at a steep angle. Far below she could see a lake, a large lake, and it looked as if they would just skim over it and crash into the trees on the other side. The ship was 400 feet....300 Feet.... 200 feet.... 100 feet. At this, she grabbed Matt and threw him over the side, and followed him, hoping the lake was as deep as it looked. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion, they hit the water, and the last thing she saw before blacking out, was a tremendous explosion at the treeline.
Jessie awoke when a large explosion rocked the ship. Smoke billowed from the propeller outside her window, and there was broken glass littered on the ground. She heard a whizzing sound, and suddenly a cannonball flew through the cabin. The resulting explosion ripped the door clean off its hinges.
Matt was awake now, and she could see he was already injured, three splinters of wood had imbedded themselves into his arm, and it was bleeding, however, he haden't seemed to take notice.
Outside, they could see two large airships pulling alongside theirs. It didn't take the skull and crossbones for her to see these were pirate ships. They were old, and their portholes bristled with cannons. Also, the decks were swashed in blood, it looked as if the wood had even taken on the color.
Grapling hooks were flung over, and were pulled tight, men began to crawl over.
"Lets go!" she shouted, and directed Matt to begin cutting the cords. By the time they had started, the ships marine contingent had already made itself present, and fully armed to repel the boarding parties. Their ranks were also swelling with voulenteers and crewman. The pirates had seemed to have backed off, as the men on the lines crawled back aboard their own ships.
"We've won!" one of the marines shouted,
"No...we haven't" one of the crewman said grimly.
"What do you me...." he never got to finish as a barrage of shots blasted the ship from both sides. Some of the deck gave way, and the ship listed to the side with the loss of one of her engines. Looking over at Matt she saw he had paled to almost chalk white, from either blood loss, or fear. Maybe both. The ship lurched forward, and headed down at a steep angle. Far below she could see a lake, a large lake, and it looked as if they would just skim over it and crash into the trees on the other side. The ship was 400 feet....300 Feet.... 200 feet.... 100 feet. At this, she grabbed Matt and threw him over the side, and followed him, hoping the lake was as deep as it looked. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion, they hit the water, and the last thing she saw before blacking out, was a tremendous explosion at the treeline.