Chapter Six: TORY Surprises, surprises
"Please, Will?"
"Pretty, pretty please?"
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please?" Sarina and I were at it again. This time we were begging Will to let us go up on deck.
"NO! For the final time, no!" Will said. "Jack told me to keep you girls here and that's what I am going to do!" He glared at us and went back to reading a book he had found on a table.
"But Will, Jack isn't your boss, is he? You are a grown man. You can do what you want to do." Sarina said, trying to convince him. He just glowered at her.
"Look, Sarina, it's not going to work, let's find something to do." I said looking around the cabin, which, the longer I stayed in it, got increasingly smaller. Sarina sighed.
Suddenly, there was a loud BOOM from up above. Will jumped to his feet. A shout came from on top of us.
"All hands on deck!" Will grabbed his sword and began to rush out the door.
"Will, come on, let us go! We're hands! And they said all hands on deck!" I hollered at him. Sarina grabbed his arm. "Come on! Let us go!"
"No!" He bellowed. "That is the last word!" He dashed out the door. We heard the click of the lock and knew that it was the final word.
"Great. We're finally where millions of people wish to be and we get locked in the cabin while everything exciting happens." Sarina grumbled.
"Yeah, well, it's just my luck. Remember I was born on the unluckiest day of the year? People are supposed to spank their children on my birthday." I complained. Sarina stared laughing hysterically. Some friend, huh?
~*~*~
We sat in Jack's cabin for what seemed to be about two hours. We told corny jokes, raided the drawers (no fridge, it's like 1700), threw food at each other, danced around in the clothes we found in the drawers, sang silly songs, painted each others faces with food and did many other things to keep ourselves from going insane.
Sarina was in the middle of drawing a mustache on my face with the weird stew that strangely reminded us of tar when the door burst open. Will and Jack staggered in carrying a tall man with hair that I thought was blond, but I couldn't tell it was so matted with dirt and blood. He had a large gash on the side of his face and several bruises on his arms and legs. A young girl tagged along behind them. She looked about seven years old with big brown eyes and hair that was also caked in dirt.
"Move out of the way!" bellowed Jack, shoving all the food off the table and gently placing the man there. "Get me a wet towel or something!"
I looked around the room. I knew we had come across towels in our (extremely thorough) search of the room. I spotted them in a corner near the hats and books in languages I couldn't read. I grabbed it and dumped a glass of water on it. Jack snatched it away and began wiping the man's forehead. The man began moaning.
"Don't let them get it! Keep it away! Die before you let it go!" He moaned in between wracking coughs.
"Shh, it's arright now, matey. It's okay." Jack said soothingly (which is almost an oxymoron, when you think about it). The little girl started to cry.
"Go back to your cabin." Will said forcefully. "And take the girl with you. We'll be back for her in a while." Sarina and I looked at each other, but didn't move.
"GO!" shouted Jack, pushing us out the door. I grabbed the girl's hand as he slammed the door.
"Well, we're certainly wanted there." Sarina said sarcastically.
"I wonder what happened." I said.
"Let's go look." Sarina suggested.
"No, come on, we should probably calm her down." I said pointing at the girl who was now sobbing hysterically.
"Oh, you're no fun," I glared at her. "Okay, okay, you are probably right." She consented.
We ambled slowly back to the cabin, with Sarina singing a song to try to calm the girl down. We walked into our tiny cell and began to play some games to try to cheer the girl up. I didn't even know her name, but I felt so much sympathy toward her. It didn't look like she'd had an exactly wonderful life so far. This adventure on the Black Pearl was turning out to be full of totally unexpected surprises.
"Please, Will?"
"Pretty, pretty please?"
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please?" Sarina and I were at it again. This time we were begging Will to let us go up on deck.
"NO! For the final time, no!" Will said. "Jack told me to keep you girls here and that's what I am going to do!" He glared at us and went back to reading a book he had found on a table.
"But Will, Jack isn't your boss, is he? You are a grown man. You can do what you want to do." Sarina said, trying to convince him. He just glowered at her.
"Look, Sarina, it's not going to work, let's find something to do." I said looking around the cabin, which, the longer I stayed in it, got increasingly smaller. Sarina sighed.
Suddenly, there was a loud BOOM from up above. Will jumped to his feet. A shout came from on top of us.
"All hands on deck!" Will grabbed his sword and began to rush out the door.
"Will, come on, let us go! We're hands! And they said all hands on deck!" I hollered at him. Sarina grabbed his arm. "Come on! Let us go!"
"No!" He bellowed. "That is the last word!" He dashed out the door. We heard the click of the lock and knew that it was the final word.
"Great. We're finally where millions of people wish to be and we get locked in the cabin while everything exciting happens." Sarina grumbled.
"Yeah, well, it's just my luck. Remember I was born on the unluckiest day of the year? People are supposed to spank their children on my birthday." I complained. Sarina stared laughing hysterically. Some friend, huh?
~*~*~
We sat in Jack's cabin for what seemed to be about two hours. We told corny jokes, raided the drawers (no fridge, it's like 1700), threw food at each other, danced around in the clothes we found in the drawers, sang silly songs, painted each others faces with food and did many other things to keep ourselves from going insane.
Sarina was in the middle of drawing a mustache on my face with the weird stew that strangely reminded us of tar when the door burst open. Will and Jack staggered in carrying a tall man with hair that I thought was blond, but I couldn't tell it was so matted with dirt and blood. He had a large gash on the side of his face and several bruises on his arms and legs. A young girl tagged along behind them. She looked about seven years old with big brown eyes and hair that was also caked in dirt.
"Move out of the way!" bellowed Jack, shoving all the food off the table and gently placing the man there. "Get me a wet towel or something!"
I looked around the room. I knew we had come across towels in our (extremely thorough) search of the room. I spotted them in a corner near the hats and books in languages I couldn't read. I grabbed it and dumped a glass of water on it. Jack snatched it away and began wiping the man's forehead. The man began moaning.
"Don't let them get it! Keep it away! Die before you let it go!" He moaned in between wracking coughs.
"Shh, it's arright now, matey. It's okay." Jack said soothingly (which is almost an oxymoron, when you think about it). The little girl started to cry.
"Go back to your cabin." Will said forcefully. "And take the girl with you. We'll be back for her in a while." Sarina and I looked at each other, but didn't move.
"GO!" shouted Jack, pushing us out the door. I grabbed the girl's hand as he slammed the door.
"Well, we're certainly wanted there." Sarina said sarcastically.
"I wonder what happened." I said.
"Let's go look." Sarina suggested.
"No, come on, we should probably calm her down." I said pointing at the girl who was now sobbing hysterically.
"Oh, you're no fun," I glared at her. "Okay, okay, you are probably right." She consented.
We ambled slowly back to the cabin, with Sarina singing a song to try to calm the girl down. We walked into our tiny cell and began to play some games to try to cheer the girl up. I didn't even know her name, but I felt so much sympathy toward her. It didn't look like she'd had an exactly wonderful life so far. This adventure on the Black Pearl was turning out to be full of totally unexpected surprises.