June fled the Captain's lodge not even considering that there was nowhere she could go, she was trapped on a ship in the middle of the ocean; she just had to get away from Garrison. However she didn't have much time to plan her escape, for just then an explosion erupted from one of the lower decks violently rocking the ship and sweeping June off her feet so as she plummeted to the ground. They were being attacked.
June's heart leapt to her throat with one word, "Jack."
(Break)
Jack steeped out of the old rowboat, surprised by how glad he was to find himself on solid ground. Leaving Scoaruge in charge of setting up the sails- Blake had provided- and getting the ship back to the island, Jack and Blake had returned alone a plan forming in their minds.
So Garrison was taking June to Port Royal, well there was nothing to be done about that, but the conditions under how they'd meet again were all up to Jack. If he just swung in swords drawn and pistols ready then he'd be killed on the spot. However as a businessman bringing in delicacies from an unknown island, no on would notice if they smuggled in a bit of excess supplies while so many other goods were being unloaded, they could rescue June without anyone noticing.
Rubbing his hands together gleefully he smile at Blake, "Now let's gather supplies.'
(Break)
When June found her feet again and had managed to reach the side of the boat the sight shocked her, for there emerged in shadows floated a foreign brig. This wasn't Jack's ship; the Ebony wood- that lined the ships interior- wasn't the same that she had scrubbed on her hands and knees, and its crooked mast, with a purple skull and crossbones hanging from it on a flag, wasn't the one that she had climbed during a storm. If it wasn't Jack's ship who's was it.
Another explosion and this time June didn't even try to stand on her feet, she let herself fall to the deck and slide to the side finding coverage behind some barrels. If Garrison's ship went down so would she.
Garrison's men emerged from below deck; swarming all over the ship like maggots to a corpse. Swords drawn and pistols ready they seemed pretty imposing, but what stepped out of the shadows made them quiver in fear. An ordinary woman it would seem at first glance, long dark hair, intense blue eyes, but what cloaked her from head to foot was something horrid and unthinkable… human flesh. An empty skull of a man long dead sat upon her shoulder, his skin draping over hers a veil speaking of terrible power and otherworldly sins. An appalling sense of delight in the kill seemed to cascade over the deck, for the coat could be nothing but a symbol of the woman's malicious blood thirst.
Garrisons men stopped in there tracks unable to believe their eyes, some of the men keeled over as the nauseating scent of decaying flesh reached their nose, and many lost the soup that had been served for lunch; whatever the cause there rampage was halted simply because of this woman. June could do nothing but stare in awe at the figure, knowing that if death ever cumulated itself into a person this would be it.
Before anyone knew it a whole army of these flesh-coated demons reigned up from the shadow's depth, swooping down on the men with hurried accuracy. June didn't dare move as Garrison's crew was disarmed, every one of them pushed to their knees and restrained with their arms behind their back. It was only then when the men lay helpless that the leader of this demon coven, the first woman with those savage blue eyes, spoke, "Your ship, cargo, everything you've worked hard on for many years has just been seized by the Grim Reaper; you should be honored."
A/N: Sorry this is so short it is late. Next chapter will be very long to make up for this chapters faults.