Ch.3 Capture of the Marinera "Josephine, see to mother; I've got to warn the captain!" Will said then he ran of Josephine hurried to go below. "The Black Pearl!" she yelled out. Passengers scurried and cried with alarm at her words. "Now missy! What's the meanin' of causing this alarm?" one of the sailors named Feria asked her laughingly. "The black pearl ain't anywhere within many miles of us!" "You're so drunk you wouldn't see it if it was in front of your face!" Josephine exclaimed. "And it is! Look ye drunkard and believe!" She said scathingly. They all turned and saw. There was instant panic on board as the Black pearl swept down on the Marinera, like an eagle sweeps down on its prey. It was gaining on the Marinera and wouldn't let of the chase. Josephine hurried below. "Mama!" she cried out. "Mama!" She ran to her mother's bed. "Honey, could I have some money and honey please?" her mother said to no one. The fever had taken her into delirium. "Mama! Of all times to be sick! Why now?!" Josephine wept. She grabbed her mother and began half carrying her up stairs. A clang of weapons clashing came from above deck. A pirate with tattoo's and imprints all over his body appeared in the doorway with an evil grin. Josephine shrieked. He raised his knife and toppled over, but the knife went into Josephine's mother. Josephine looked down in shock and horror. Then she looked up. Will was standing in the doorway holding a gun. He looked at the scene in front of him. "That wasn't supposed to happen," he stammered. Josephine bent down to grab her mother, when a hand stopped her. "She's dead," Will said softly, but he was shaking. Josephine looked numbly up at him. Will grabbed her and pulled her up the rest of the stairs. He found a small corner for her to be in and hid her with barrels and boxes, but left a tiny space for her to see out of. "Don't leave this spot," Will said urgently. She nodded. The sounds of battle raged around her. She peeped out. No one was around. She climbed out and began to sneak over to one of the boats. A pirate appeared in her path holding a long sword. He raised his sword at her and swung down with it at her. She shrieked and dodged it. She saw a sword lying a few feet away. The next blow came, and she dodged it again. She grabbed the sword and swung around to meet the next blow. She blocked his next blow and then went on the offensive. Right, left she swung. He parried. She spun into him and hit him with her hilt. He faltered, but recovered in time to block her next attack. He caught her sword. She pushed down and out and knocked his sword away. Then she hit him over the head with her hilt. She ran over to the side and climbed over it, feeling a sense of urgency to get off the ship. She jumped down into a boat and began rowing away. She rowed quickly for about a minute, then glanced back at the ship. As she looked, the ship exploded was engulfed in a roaring flame. "WILL!" She screamed. She collapsed into her boat and cried herself to sleep.
The water pushed her little boat father and farther away from flaming ship and finally onto a little island in the Caribbean, where her boat came to rest.