Chapter 2: TORY
As I woke up from my state of unconsciousness, my first thoughts were: Was I drunk? Had I been drunk in the last 24 hours? I had a huge headache and I couldn't move my arms or legs. It was dark and I had no idea where I was. Yup, definitely drunk.
I wiggled my arms and legs a bit, but they seemed stuck together. I wiggled them a bit more and hit something soft. It made a thud sound as I hit it. I wondered what it was and hit it again.
"DAMN TORY!!!!!" a voice yelled in my ear. "STOP KICKING ME!!!!!" I felt a sharp pain in my side as if someone had kicked me.
"Ow!" I yelped. Suddenly I put two and two together and for once did not get five. There would only be two people in the world who would kick me like that, and the voice definitely did not sound like my brother.
"Sarina! Am I drunk?" Have I been drunk? My head really hurts. It feels like I'm drunk." I said.
"Would you stop with the drunk?" she asked. "It's annoying. They might have given us a little rum to help put is to sleep, but otherwise they just hit us on the head." It took my rum infested brain a minute to think about this.
"Who's they?" I asked.
Sarina groaned. "Honestly, Tory,, you are SO out of it! I though you were in the smart math class."
"I am!" I said indignantly.
"You never act like it!"
"No. It just doesn't help us in real life. If I told you, if two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, that the alternate adjacent angles were congruent, would that help us in out present situation?"
"I have no idea what you just said."
"The correct answer is no." I thought for a minute. "By the way, what is our present situation?"
"Oh we were just in the school elevator when it transported us to a different world where we were captured by pirates and are now on a boat sailing to who knows where."
"WHAT?!?!"
"You don't remember anything?"
"Nope,"
"That's not good."
"Nope," I pondered this information. "Oh! So that's why we're moving. We're on a BOAT!"
"Noooooo........... We're on a friggin SPACESHIP!" Sarina said sarcastically "You are SO out of it!"
"Sorry. I guess they battered me a bit too hard for my old noggin." I was silent a bit longer. "So what are they going to do to us?"
"I don't know." Sarina said
"Neither do I." There was an exasperated sigh from Sarina.
"Well OBVIOUSLY you don't know Then we wouldn't be here and you would have asked - "
A flood of bright light cut off her sentence. I closed my eyes, blinded by the pain it sent to my head.
"Are the li'l slaves 'avin' a fight?" asked a mocking voice.
"They'll be fightin' more over which o' 'em'll be fed to the sharks first." said a second voice. They both laughed. Evily might I add.
"Anyway, ye'll be coming with us for the moment," the first voice said as he dragged me up off the floor and cut my bonds. My legs were a bit unsteady and I fell back down. "Come on, boy!" the voice roared. "Up on yer feet. Or the captain will throw ye to the sharks ri' away instead o' thinkin' 'bout it fer a day."
"Here's yer clothes. Shove 'em on, so ye'll look respect'ble fer the cap'n." the second one said, shoving some clothes at us. Sarina and I held them in our hands for a minute, with the pirates looking on.
"Get 'em on! Now!" the first one barked.
"But-" I started to say.
"No buts, put the clothes on, boy!" bellowed the pirate. As it became obvious to him we weren't going to put the clothes on, his face became purple with rage.
"Disobedient slaves, eh?! Well, we'll jus' 'ave to let the cap'n deal wit that 'imself. Bind their hands again!" He shouted at the second pirate. The second pirate complied and both of them marched us to the captain's cabin.
As we marched through the ship, I tried to stop breathing through my nose. The pirate that was holding me (not sure whether is was #1 or #2) smelled REALLY bad. It's like, hello, there is a thing called a bath. Once a month would be a good start. It was gross.
We arrived at this fancy looking door after being dragged through the ship (I am POSITIVE our captors took the long way). The pirates knocked as pirately politely as they could on the door.
"Come in, ye lardbottoms. Don't stand dallying at the door!" shouted a voice from inside. We were pushed in and made to stand straight. We were inside a very luxurious cabin. There were all sorts of expensive weaponry on the walls and gold trim on all the furniture. Whoever the captain of this boat was, he was rich.
There were three men seated at a gold trimmed table. One was overweight and stubble on his chin, the next one was younger with dark hair, and the last one was older with black dreadlocks and a bunch of bangles hanging from all over his body. I guessed that one was the captain because, besides the bangles, he had sort of an aura of commanding. Whatever, don't mind me. The captain spoke.
"Havin' a bit o' trouble with our new cabin boys?" he said softly, but with authority.
"They won't get their stinkin' clothes on, cap'n," said Pirate #1.
"Stupid boys." said Pirate #2. Then it hit me in the head like a coconut off a palm tree. Extremely hard.
"We're not boys!" I yelled.
"Shut yer trap!" snarled Pirate #1, turning on me. "Sorry, cap'n."
"What was that you said?" asked the captain.
"We're not boys." Sarina said. "We are just dressed like boys for....um...." she looked at me, lost for words (which is amazing for anyone that knows her).
"Fun," I supplied. "It was for a party."
"A party, eh? And how did you end up in my friend, the Commodore's, house? He was not having a party." The captain asked
"We have no idea how we got there, sir," Sarina said. "Absolutely no clue."
"Oh? So yer ladies?" he walked over and looked into our faces. "That poses a problem. However, yer still going to be doing the jobs of cabin boys, since we have none. Ye will work for food and shelter. Anything else is a privilege and privileges are easily taken away for disobedience. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir!" Sarina and I both said with fake enthusiasm.
"Good. What is it, Will?" the captain turned to the younger man who was tapping his arm.
"It is not right to put ladies to work! You must not do this! Would you have done it to Elizabeth?" said the dark haired man named Will.
"Cap'n, tis bad luck to have women on board," said the fat man.
"Gibbs, shut up. Ana Maria has been on our ship for ten years and ye still continue with this superstition. Will, these are not ladies. Elizabeth was a lady. These girls are our slaves right and proper and we're gonna keep 'em. Please show them around the ship and give them the bilge cabin. We can't have em' sleepin' wit the men now can we, ladies?" asked the captain.
"Not a chance," Sarina said with a phony smile.
"Jack, don't do this!" Will said forcefully.
"William Turner, I can do whatever I want. After all, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said with a tip of his hat and walked out of the room. Will sighed.
"Untie their hands," he ordered the smelly pirates. "Come along with me. I'll take you around the ship." I really did not want to know what we had gotten ourselves into.
As I woke up from my state of unconsciousness, my first thoughts were: Was I drunk? Had I been drunk in the last 24 hours? I had a huge headache and I couldn't move my arms or legs. It was dark and I had no idea where I was. Yup, definitely drunk.
I wiggled my arms and legs a bit, but they seemed stuck together. I wiggled them a bit more and hit something soft. It made a thud sound as I hit it. I wondered what it was and hit it again.
"DAMN TORY!!!!!" a voice yelled in my ear. "STOP KICKING ME!!!!!" I felt a sharp pain in my side as if someone had kicked me.
"Ow!" I yelped. Suddenly I put two and two together and for once did not get five. There would only be two people in the world who would kick me like that, and the voice definitely did not sound like my brother.
"Sarina! Am I drunk?" Have I been drunk? My head really hurts. It feels like I'm drunk." I said.
"Would you stop with the drunk?" she asked. "It's annoying. They might have given us a little rum to help put is to sleep, but otherwise they just hit us on the head." It took my rum infested brain a minute to think about this.
"Who's they?" I asked.
Sarina groaned. "Honestly, Tory,, you are SO out of it! I though you were in the smart math class."
"I am!" I said indignantly.
"You never act like it!"
"No. It just doesn't help us in real life. If I told you, if two parallel lines are cut by a transversal, that the alternate adjacent angles were congruent, would that help us in out present situation?"
"I have no idea what you just said."
"The correct answer is no." I thought for a minute. "By the way, what is our present situation?"
"Oh we were just in the school elevator when it transported us to a different world where we were captured by pirates and are now on a boat sailing to who knows where."
"WHAT?!?!"
"You don't remember anything?"
"Nope,"
"That's not good."
"Nope," I pondered this information. "Oh! So that's why we're moving. We're on a BOAT!"
"Noooooo........... We're on a friggin SPACESHIP!" Sarina said sarcastically "You are SO out of it!"
"Sorry. I guess they battered me a bit too hard for my old noggin." I was silent a bit longer. "So what are they going to do to us?"
"I don't know." Sarina said
"Neither do I." There was an exasperated sigh from Sarina.
"Well OBVIOUSLY you don't know Then we wouldn't be here and you would have asked - "
A flood of bright light cut off her sentence. I closed my eyes, blinded by the pain it sent to my head.
"Are the li'l slaves 'avin' a fight?" asked a mocking voice.
"They'll be fightin' more over which o' 'em'll be fed to the sharks first." said a second voice. They both laughed. Evily might I add.
"Anyway, ye'll be coming with us for the moment," the first voice said as he dragged me up off the floor and cut my bonds. My legs were a bit unsteady and I fell back down. "Come on, boy!" the voice roared. "Up on yer feet. Or the captain will throw ye to the sharks ri' away instead o' thinkin' 'bout it fer a day."
"Here's yer clothes. Shove 'em on, so ye'll look respect'ble fer the cap'n." the second one said, shoving some clothes at us. Sarina and I held them in our hands for a minute, with the pirates looking on.
"Get 'em on! Now!" the first one barked.
"But-" I started to say.
"No buts, put the clothes on, boy!" bellowed the pirate. As it became obvious to him we weren't going to put the clothes on, his face became purple with rage.
"Disobedient slaves, eh?! Well, we'll jus' 'ave to let the cap'n deal wit that 'imself. Bind their hands again!" He shouted at the second pirate. The second pirate complied and both of them marched us to the captain's cabin.
As we marched through the ship, I tried to stop breathing through my nose. The pirate that was holding me (not sure whether is was #1 or #2) smelled REALLY bad. It's like, hello, there is a thing called a bath. Once a month would be a good start. It was gross.
We arrived at this fancy looking door after being dragged through the ship (I am POSITIVE our captors took the long way). The pirates knocked as pirately politely as they could on the door.
"Come in, ye lardbottoms. Don't stand dallying at the door!" shouted a voice from inside. We were pushed in and made to stand straight. We were inside a very luxurious cabin. There were all sorts of expensive weaponry on the walls and gold trim on all the furniture. Whoever the captain of this boat was, he was rich.
There were three men seated at a gold trimmed table. One was overweight and stubble on his chin, the next one was younger with dark hair, and the last one was older with black dreadlocks and a bunch of bangles hanging from all over his body. I guessed that one was the captain because, besides the bangles, he had sort of an aura of commanding. Whatever, don't mind me. The captain spoke.
"Havin' a bit o' trouble with our new cabin boys?" he said softly, but with authority.
"They won't get their stinkin' clothes on, cap'n," said Pirate #1.
"Stupid boys." said Pirate #2. Then it hit me in the head like a coconut off a palm tree. Extremely hard.
"We're not boys!" I yelled.
"Shut yer trap!" snarled Pirate #1, turning on me. "Sorry, cap'n."
"What was that you said?" asked the captain.
"We're not boys." Sarina said. "We are just dressed like boys for....um...." she looked at me, lost for words (which is amazing for anyone that knows her).
"Fun," I supplied. "It was for a party."
"A party, eh? And how did you end up in my friend, the Commodore's, house? He was not having a party." The captain asked
"We have no idea how we got there, sir," Sarina said. "Absolutely no clue."
"Oh? So yer ladies?" he walked over and looked into our faces. "That poses a problem. However, yer still going to be doing the jobs of cabin boys, since we have none. Ye will work for food and shelter. Anything else is a privilege and privileges are easily taken away for disobedience. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir!" Sarina and I both said with fake enthusiasm.
"Good. What is it, Will?" the captain turned to the younger man who was tapping his arm.
"It is not right to put ladies to work! You must not do this! Would you have done it to Elizabeth?" said the dark haired man named Will.
"Cap'n, tis bad luck to have women on board," said the fat man.
"Gibbs, shut up. Ana Maria has been on our ship for ten years and ye still continue with this superstition. Will, these are not ladies. Elizabeth was a lady. These girls are our slaves right and proper and we're gonna keep 'em. Please show them around the ship and give them the bilge cabin. We can't have em' sleepin' wit the men now can we, ladies?" asked the captain.
"Not a chance," Sarina said with a phony smile.
"Jack, don't do this!" Will said forcefully.
"William Turner, I can do whatever I want. After all, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said with a tip of his hat and walked out of the room. Will sighed.
"Untie their hands," he ordered the smelly pirates. "Come along with me. I'll take you around the ship." I really did not want to know what we had gotten ourselves into.