Hey everyone!  Well, I have some free time now, so I'm typing up the next chapter of Teenage Pirates!  This next chap was kind of short when I wrote it in my journal, so I'm gonna try to add more details and make it longer, but it may still be short.  And right now I'm on a British-words high, so I might have some British words that I found online in here.  If I do, then I'll put the translation in for those of you who aren't British or who aren't freaks like me who want to learn words from some culture different from their own.  Lol just kidding.

            Just so you know, I'm done introducing characters, until much much later, so now I'll just be going back and forth between characters' perspectives.

Padfoot

            It was like life was going in slow motion as I saw the werewolf girl lunge at me.  I reached for my sword at the last second, blocked her claws, and pushed her over to my right as I turned to face her right side.  She landed on her feet on the ground 10 feet away from me at the base of a large oak.  She immediately turned back towards me and got ready to pounce again.  I thought about using my pistol, but decided against it, because the girl had seemed so young and innocent.  I couldn't bring myself to dirty my hands with her blood, despite the fact that she, in a werewolf form, was trying to kill me.

            But how was I going to keep myself alive?  As a werewolf, her speed and agility was increased, and she had brute force.  And out here in the back of beyond (A/N: middle of nowhere), I had no access to help.

            She lunged at me again while I was in thought, and almost caught me off-guard.  I fell backwards onto my back, and grunted when I felt her weight fall on me like a sack of potatoes.  She scratched me arms, legs, and face, and I screamed in pain as one of her claws sank deep into my left arm.  I pushed her up a bit, put my right foot against her stomach, rolled backwards and kicked out and back to throw her off me.  I let my roll carry me a couple feet, and then I stumbled to my feet to counter her next attack.  My head felt dizzy, and my movements felt loose and out of practice.

            Bloody hell, you had to pick tonight to get pissed (drunk)!

            When I looked around the little clearing, the wolf girl was gone. I looked all around me, and started to panic.  Where is she?  I knew she couldn't have run off, it just didn't seem right.  I kept looking around, keeping myself in a guard position, just in case she jumped out at me.

            Then, as a beam of white moonlight lit a patch of bushes off to my right, I saw two gleaming yellow eyes staring at me.

            I braced myself, waiting for her to lunge, but she just walk out of the bushes and started circling me wide to my left.  I circled in place, following her every move.  Then she rushed me.

            I sidestepped her and just cut her side lightly, hoping to just weaken her.  But she just kept on coming.

            We fought all night.  Sometimes she played hide-and-seek, but most of the time she was blunt and out in the open.  As the hours wore on, I felt myself weakening.  She could feel it to, I noticed, because she started to play games with me, and she started to take advantage of her superior stamina.

            My body was scratched everywhere, and some of them were bleeding, leaving a red trail after me.  My clothes were in tatters, and my chin-length brown hair had fallen out of my bandana.  My hair kept flying in my face and sticking to my sweat, but I had barely enough time to just push it out of my face.  I had to just make do with seeing through my strands of hair.

            I looked up to see the sky lightening.  Good, it's almost over…

            WHAM!

            "Ooof!"

            I fell onto the ground, my breath knocked out of my lungs.  I cried out in pain as my ankle twisted on my way down.  The wolf girl was on top of me, and she started scratching me.  I tried to get out from under her, but she was heavy and fast.

            I screamed in agony as I felt a searing pain in my stomach.  My breath came in short, heavy breaths as I looked down at my stomach.  She had managed to cut my stomach, and I was bleeding profusely.  The ground around at my sides was already soaked with blood.  I looked up into the eyes of the wolf girl, and she looked like she was about to finish me off, when she froze.

            I looked up to the sky through half-lidded eyes and saw that the sky was a bright red-purple color.

            The sun had finally come, but it was too late for me.

            Then the wolf girl started shaking again, like she was having a seizure.  The dark gray hair all over her body started disappearing, and her limbs elongated and thinned down.  The long, wavy reddish-brown hair came back, and her face looked young, innocent, and human again.

            When her transformation was done, she stood there in the morning light.  Her auburn hair was wild and knotted, she had dark bags under her even darker, now dull eyes, and her dress was in tatters.

            She looked around her, looking disoriented.  When she had finally gotten her head cleared, she looked down at her feet and saw me lying there in a pool of my own blood.  She gasped, and her eyes met mine.

            "Did I do this to you?" she asked.

            I managed a weak nod.

            "Stay here," she told me.  Like I could do anything else.  "I'm going to get help.  You'll be alright."

            The last thing I saw before blackness overtook me was her sprinting towards the bright lights of Tortuga.