Chapter 14: Freak Occurrence
His train of thought slammed to a stop as Morgan flung herself from the crow's nest.
"MORGAN!"
She fell. The deck rushed to greet her. She spread her arms, as if it would help to slow her fall. Her hair billowed around her. Her face was slack, not seeing, not hearing, just slack.
Jack rushed forward, but she was falling to fast! She was going to hit! She was going to-
Jack stared. Morgan was floating about a half of an inch off the deck. Her arms were out and her legs were spread.
"What in the name of hell is going on?" he hissed. Her hair floated slowly around her face, giving the illusion of being underwater. She even seemed to be going up and down, as if floating on waves.
Every single pirate on board was frozen in shock, staring at the floating spectacle. Jack felt the rain slamming onto the deck. The wind buffeted the sails and tore some from the mast. Lightning streaked across the heavens. Thunder rolled, sending more lightning shattering the night.
And then the rain changed.
The drops of water began to change colors, red, blue, green, it was amazing. By the time they hit the ship, they were no longer rain drops.
It was raining light.
Jack held his hand up and attempted to catch one. It flew right through his hand and straight on through the ship and sunk into the roiling water. The ocean lit up, becoming a brilliant aurora of colors.
The sound of the wind and the storm froze. He could see that beyond the ship, the storm raged on, but here, now, it was quiet. There was no sound penetrating the strange shell of light that now surrounded the ship.
He took a step towards Morgan when she slowly began to turn over. It was almost painstakingly slow until Morgan's face was skyward.
That was when he saw it.
Through the strange light rain, the Black Pearl floated inches from her chest.
On board the Black Pearl, the pirates lined the ship, staring at the lighted spectacle that was their fellow ship.
Gibbs gripped the rail and stared opened mouthed.
"What is going on?" he hissed.
Never had anything like this unnatural light show been seen before. It was beautiful, and terrifying.
The ship was about to run into the rock face, when it just stopped.
It was glowing softly. The Nebuchadnezzar was frozen on the raging sea.
The Pearl glowed on her chest. The light was getting steadily brighter, until it hurt to look at. Jack shielded his eyes and blew a breath out his nose.
Suddenly, the Pearl went dark. He opened one eye and stared at it in confusion. He reached out to touch it, when a single, extremely concentrated beam of light shot from it, directly into the violent storm clouds.
Jack fell back and landed roughly on his butt. He heard the shouts of surprise from the rest of the crew. A loud sucking noise began, as if the Pearl had become a vacuum of air and space.
His hat blew from his head. He grasped wildly for it and caught it just in time.
"Jack, LOOK!" someone yelled. He threw his head back and looked to the sky, where the beam of intense, concentrated light was shooting up towards.
The light hit the clouds. The clouds began to roll and roil around the light, boiling like water. The light grew steadily brighter, and wider at the top in the clouds.
Soon, the clouds were being pushed back. The storm was raging, trying desperately to hold onto the sky, where the light was prying it away.
Lightning scorched towards the light, and vanished with in it. Jack fell backwards, lying on the deck staring in awe at the spectacle above him.
Was he dying? Or perhaps he was already dead? Maybe he had died 18 years ago when that cursed woman first waved to him from the sea. Maybe this was all an illusion.
Maybe he was just dreaming.
He sat up and stared at the sky. It was clear and sunny as if there had never been a storm. The waves were rolling gently around the ship. The water was a crystalline blue.
It seemed as if hours had passed in a matter of minutes.
He glanced at Morgan, who was still floating above the deck. The Pearl lay nondescriptly against her chest now.
He reached out a dirty hand and grabbed her shoulder. She fell with a light flump to the deck.
"Raise what sails we have left and get us the hell away from the cliffs."
"Aye, Commodore."
The pirates rushed to work. Sin came up and stood behind Jack.
"What just happened, lad?"
"I've not the slightest idea, mate."
"Is she alive?"
Jack felt in her neck for a pulse. It thumped strongly against his fingers.
"Aye, she's alive." He shifted so he was directly over and he began to shake her violently.
Morgan's eyes flew open and she sat up, throwing Jack aside. She lunged to her feet and rushed to the edge of the ship, where she proceeded to lose her lunch.
Jack made a face and he and Sin approached her.
"What in the name of hell happened?" She asked.
Jack arched an eyebrow. "You're asking us, love? You're the one that decided to throw herself from the crow's nest in the middle of a raging storm."
"I did what?"
Jack and Sin stared at her. "You don't remember, lass?"
"No, I don't." She took a step forward and collapsed. Jack caught her before she hit the deck.
"Although, I must admit I'm not feeling to well…"
Morgan felt as if she had been punched in the gut. She was vaguely aware of Jack's arms and Sin's looming presence, before everything went dark.
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