I do not own Potc.... you get the picture.
Victoria lay on her bed staring moodily at the ceiling. The rain battered noisily at the windows and the ship rocked unsteadily as the waves crashed against it.
It was just because she was a girl; it had always been because she was a girl.
She got up and walked over to the pine bookshelf that stood proudly against the wall, she caught a book that fell off the shelf as the ship rocked. She looked down at the book in her hands; it was dusty and the gold lettering along the spine had peeled and faded. She opened it up and flicked through the yellowing pages. She stopped at a page showing a picture of an angel saving the crew of a sinking ship.
Victoria studied the picture closely; on the angels hand she noticed a signature, she brought the book to her nose and read it; VLP.
She took the book away from her face. But VLP were her initials. Victoria Laura Peterson. She shook her head; it was a coincidence, that's all, just a coincidence.
She looked at the picture once more then read the passage on the next page;
"This picture tells the tale of a stormy night, the ship is known as the Gallant. On this particular night the ship was struck by lightening and sank, leaving its crew stranded in the middle of the ocean, when suddenly an angel appeared and brought them to safety. Many men have claimed to see the angel while out at sea; others claimed to have heard her. It is not known if the angel is real or just a myth, people have searched for years and not found any trace and we may never know if the angel exists or not."
Victoria sighed "Myth!" she said and threw the book on the bed.
I absoloutely hate that chapter! I wrote a first one out and it was rubbish so then I wrote this one and it still sucks! Tell me what you think but don't be too nasty please!!!!! :P