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Stow Away
Chapter 4
Commodore Norington stared blankly at the ship rising on the horizon.
By now, most of the sailors had seen the ship approaching, and were looking at Norington for instructions, but he simply continued to stare at it.
"Sir?" Lieutenant Gillette questioned. "Should I order attack?"
"No." the Comodore responded flatly. He then turned his gaze to Gillette.
"The ship is approaching head on in broad daylight, it is not covering its flags nor concealing its presence. And there is something familiar about it. Prepare the cannons." He added thoughtfully. "But hold your fire."
He turned to tell Cassandra to head to the cabins, only to notice she was no longer behind her. He whipped his head on his shoulders, frantically searching for the young girl. Only to see her heading to the bow of the ship, a look of utter excitement on her youthful face.
"Cassandra!" He crowed. She stopped where she was and turned, grinning innocently.
"Below Deck!" He ordered, pointing to the cabin entrance.
"But Commodore!" She protested. His stern look silenced her immediately, and she grudgingly shuffled towards the cabins.
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"Capt'n?" Anamaria questioned standing beside the Wheel.
"Are you sure we should sail in like this?" She asked, nervously.
"Aye." Was all the Captain said.
She surveyed his confident figure. His dreadlocks hung to his mid back, swaying slightly in the breeze. His trench coat was on loosely, his beloved hat atop his head, a red bandana noticeable beneath it.
She sighed. There was no arguing with him. She just hopped he knew what he was doing.
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Cassandra huffed angrily from the cabin. There was a pirate ship, a real pirate ship coming into harbor, and where was she? In the Captains cabin that's where. Missing everything. She looked around…there had to be someway to get out of here without the Commodore noticing. Her gaze fell on the window, it was just a little under a meter below deck. She hurried over to it. She tugged animatedly on the latch. Jammed.
She groaned. She was about to walk away when her determination got the better of her. She yanked the latch hard, and after a few moments of heated battle, it surrendered and unlocked. Grinning to herself, she pushed open the window and stared up at the deck. How would she reach it. She stretched her arm out toward it, but to no avail, it was to short.
She again retreated to the cabin, searching for something, anything, that would help. A crowbar! She thought happily. She could dig a crowbar into the wood and pull herself up! She knew there was a crowbar here somewhere…but where…Her glance reached and old looking trunk. Opening it quickly she saw some rusted weapons…rope and…a crowbar! She grabbed it and returned to the window. Digging into the wood, she began to pull herself to freedom.
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Commodore gaped, his mind finally recalling the ship! It was the Black Pearl! He'd noticed the black sails as soon as it had come close enough to tell.
"It's the Pearl!" He called to his crew. "Store cannons and bring out the plank."
The crew stared at him as though he'd gone mad. He returned there stare.
'Now!" He ordered. Shaking the sailors from there shock they hurried to appease him.
He smiled to himself. The Governor would be pleased to see the Captain again. How long had it been. Since before Cassandra had been born, surely. Cassandra! He left her alone in the cabin! He mentally slapped himself at his foolishness, sure she would have found a way out in the excitement.
"Mr. Murtogg!" He called, noticing him. Murtogg looked up at him. "Yes Commodore, sir?" He responded.
"Check the cabins to see if…if…" His voice faltered as he saw Cassandra running down the dock.
"Check the cabins for what, sir?" Murtogg called. "Never mind! Never mind! As you were!" He said, he himself running down the deck. No telling what was in that girls head. One thing was for sure, the Governor would have his head were something to happen to her.
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The ship pulled up to the dock…the sailors prepared there guns, Commodore Norington stared at the mildly. Cassandra was on the Dauntless, Mullroy and Murtogg standing on either side of her, each with a hand on her shoulder…keeping her put.
A man stepped onto the plank…his feet colliding heavily with the wood. He seemed almost drunk…maybe sun stroked. Braids swung from his chin, medallions and beads jingling as the touched each other, his eyes darkly outlined. The crew recovered from there shock of seeing the drunk looking man, taking careful aim, only to hear the Commodore speak familiarly with the man.
"Hello, Captain Sparrow…Mr. And Mrs. Turner will be most pleased to see you."
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Okay, meet Jack. I think this was my shortest Chapter yet. Ah well. I know t'was boring…but please review it anyway. Even if it's a flame, it assures me someone read it.