Chapter Twelve: A Pirate's Life for Me
After the Ghost King had agreed to join Aragorn, they moved towards the river. The ships were their only hope of reaching Minas Tirith with any time to spare. There were about ten ships but their only goal was to get to the one with the captain of the Corsairs. The ghost army would take care of all the Corsairs, the four living, breathing people of this new army were to get the attention of the Corsairs.
They arrived at the riverbank and there they stopped. The ships went moving past when Aragorn suddenly spoke, "You may go no further. You will not enter Gondor."
The Corsairs started laughing. "Who are you to deny us passage?"
"Legolas, fire a warning shot past the boson's ear," Aragorn said, soft enough for them to hear.
Legolas immediately reached back and pulled out an arrow. He fitted it to his bow and aimed.
"Mind your aim," Gimli said, before gently knocking his axe handle against the bottom of the bow.
Legolas released and hit one of the Corsairs, killing him. He immediately looked down at Gimli, who pretended to be surprised. Kendra just stood there, grinning at the dwarf's boldness.
"Oops. We warned you. Prepare to be boarded!" Gimli shouted out enthusiastically.
"Boarded?" was followed by another round of laughter. "By you and whose army?"
Aragorn stood there, calm and collected, as he said, "This army."
Shouts were soon heard as the Army of the Dead attacked the Corsairs. They soon had their ships. And they were quickly on their way to Gondor.
Kendra was leaning against the side of the first ship. The Army of the Dead had finished off every Corsair on all the ships and disposed of their bodies. She really didn't want to know what they had done with them, so she didn't ask. It probably would have made her feel worse than she did right now. And she wasn't feeling so hot right now.
"You will feel better soon enough, Kendra," Aragorn said, rubbing her back as he came up behind her.
"When?" she asked, turning her pale face towards him.
"Once you get used to sailing. It is different for every person," Aragorn told her, a small smile on his face as he looked her in the eye.
He continued to rub her back, soothing her. Kendra had to admit that it felt good and she was slowly feeling better. Soon, she was able to stand up and turn from the side of the ship. Gimli was feeling the same way as she had been, but he was refusing all aid. She looked for Legolas and found him up in the 'crow's nest,' as Aragorn had called it. There was another thing that she could add to list of things she really hated about elves; they didn't get seasick and have to empty their stomachs over the sides of the ship.