Disclaimer: Although I now own the Pirates of the Caribbean DVD, I still do
not own the rights to the film. Darn it!
Hey guys.sorry about not posting another chapter for, oh maybe a few millennia. I just.OG I can't bloody well describe it. I just hope there are some of you left who are sitting there reading this. Please read. Please review. Please enjoy.
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Jack and Dèsirèè were partners in this final dance. They moved as one as they sliced between the bandits like water seeping through the cracks. Their swords clanged out an eerie accompaniment as they clashed together.
The sounds of the struggle did not alarm the citizens of Tortuga. So many worthy pirates had been lost to the drunk and darkened nights that the sound of steel against steel was just a regular part of the citizens' day.
Jack quickly dispatched of a less than observant bandit and glanced over to check on the man he believed to be Innis. After all, that boy was his treasure map!
When he glimpsed over at Innis, he was amazed. The three men who the supposed Innis was fighting were clearly experienced fencers but they might as well been fighting their own shadows. Their opponents thin figure, which Jack had first thought to be a sign of weakness, slipped between their blades easily. So easily in fact that a stout, muscular man was killed with his colleagues blade, that was aimed not at him, but at the phantom like Innis.
Jack was snapped back to reality by the sound of two bodies rushing towards him. He quickly flung out his blade impaling the last two of his opponents. He turned back towards Dèsirèè. Jack saw that she had already run another man through, the bandit's blood already soaking into the cold, dirt street.
The pirate whom Dèsirèè was fighting had obviously figured out that his opponent was a master with a sword. So, he had resulted to abandoning the traditional form and had switched to fighting the way pirates were born to fight. Dirty. The grizzled man grabbed the long coat that hung about Dèsirèè's person. She quickly slid out of the coat, but was nevertheless thrown off balance. The remaining brigand used this moment to strike her face with the butt of his sword. She stumbled back but quickly regained her composure and kicked her assailant very hard in a place that was very sensitive.
The scum curled up unceremoniously on the ground, moaning quietly. Jack flinched involuntarily. That had happened to him a few times.
Jack began to saunter towards Dèsirèè. She was bent over, retrieving her coat that was still clutched in the bandit's hand. She stooped down towards the man. "Thank you," she said, plucking up the coat. She turned around at the sound of his voice.
"You alright there, mate?" Jack inquired.
"Yeah, I'm alright," she quipped cheerfully, "I'm probably gonna have a wicked bruise on my chin but." she paused.
Jack was contemplating her with a look of mild surprise.
"That's interesting."
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Well, whadya think? It may seem a bit rough, but it's the first time I've ever written a scene that revolves around so much physical action. Next time, Dèsirèè meets the crew of the Black Pearl and gets to know Jack a little better, which is probably a bad thing. Tune it tomorrow *or next week don't know how long it will take me to write the scene* for the next thrilling installment of "Desire" WOOOOOOOOO!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces
Hey guys.sorry about not posting another chapter for, oh maybe a few millennia. I just.OG I can't bloody well describe it. I just hope there are some of you left who are sitting there reading this. Please read. Please review. Please enjoy.
************************************
Jack and Dèsirèè were partners in this final dance. They moved as one as they sliced between the bandits like water seeping through the cracks. Their swords clanged out an eerie accompaniment as they clashed together.
The sounds of the struggle did not alarm the citizens of Tortuga. So many worthy pirates had been lost to the drunk and darkened nights that the sound of steel against steel was just a regular part of the citizens' day.
Jack quickly dispatched of a less than observant bandit and glanced over to check on the man he believed to be Innis. After all, that boy was his treasure map!
When he glimpsed over at Innis, he was amazed. The three men who the supposed Innis was fighting were clearly experienced fencers but they might as well been fighting their own shadows. Their opponents thin figure, which Jack had first thought to be a sign of weakness, slipped between their blades easily. So easily in fact that a stout, muscular man was killed with his colleagues blade, that was aimed not at him, but at the phantom like Innis.
Jack was snapped back to reality by the sound of two bodies rushing towards him. He quickly flung out his blade impaling the last two of his opponents. He turned back towards Dèsirèè. Jack saw that she had already run another man through, the bandit's blood already soaking into the cold, dirt street.
The pirate whom Dèsirèè was fighting had obviously figured out that his opponent was a master with a sword. So, he had resulted to abandoning the traditional form and had switched to fighting the way pirates were born to fight. Dirty. The grizzled man grabbed the long coat that hung about Dèsirèè's person. She quickly slid out of the coat, but was nevertheless thrown off balance. The remaining brigand used this moment to strike her face with the butt of his sword. She stumbled back but quickly regained her composure and kicked her assailant very hard in a place that was very sensitive.
The scum curled up unceremoniously on the ground, moaning quietly. Jack flinched involuntarily. That had happened to him a few times.
Jack began to saunter towards Dèsirèè. She was bent over, retrieving her coat that was still clutched in the bandit's hand. She stooped down towards the man. "Thank you," she said, plucking up the coat. She turned around at the sound of his voice.
"You alright there, mate?" Jack inquired.
"Yeah, I'm alright," she quipped cheerfully, "I'm probably gonna have a wicked bruise on my chin but." she paused.
Jack was contemplating her with a look of mild surprise.
"That's interesting."
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Well, whadya think? It may seem a bit rough, but it's the first time I've ever written a scene that revolves around so much physical action. Next time, Dèsirèè meets the crew of the Black Pearl and gets to know Jack a little better, which is probably a bad thing. Tune it tomorrow *or next week don't know how long it will take me to write the scene* for the next thrilling installment of "Desire" WOOOOOOOOO!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces