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"Get your filthy hands off me you creeps!"
Keira was currently in a right state. The last thing she remembered before she was in that car was that the lights went out. Then she felt someone put a piece of cloth over her face and she passed out. The men that held onto her dragged her over to the harbor where a boat sat moored.
"Where are you taking me?"
They didn't even answer her, only grunted and led her onto the ship. The ship was rather large and looked like it was from colonial times. Once she got onboard, everyone crowded around her and mumbled to each other. They were all dressed like pirates from the old days.
"Looks just like her she does," one of them said.
"It's about bloody time," another said.
"Looks like who," she thought to herself.
"Men, scatter."
Keira looked up and there stood a man. He seemed to be the oldest and the most important but that isn't what terrified her. When she looked into his eyes, they seemed to be cold and dead. He was dressed just like the other men.
"Welcome back miss," he sneered.
He turned to the other men and nodded. The ship suddenly began to move and they were taking off.
"Wait, stop. Bring me back right now you have no reason to keep me," she shouted.
One of the men handed the older man that strange coin she had found the other day. He leaned over and grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
"Oh you have no idea how long we've needed you," he said before throwing her into a room and locking the door.
She tried fruitlessly with the handle but it was no use. Now all she had to do was wait for the others to find her, even though they didn't even have a clue as to where she was.
The two men got out of the car. Orlando squinted as he looked around in the dark.
"Where is it," he asked.
John looked around before he spotted it. "Come on, it's over this way," he said patting the boy on the shoulder and running off.
Orlando followed and they both stopped at the same place.
"Oh hell," he whispered as they looked up at it.
The ship was huge. John slowly went up the gangplank and Orlando had no choice but to follow. It was a rather beautiful ship. The wood was dark and the sails were black. Suddenly, they both heard voices coming from land.
"I swear I heard something," a voice said.
John and Orlando looked at each other before they ducked.
"Is this where the woman said we'd meet them because I don't see them," another voice said.
"Perhaps they are already on board," a third voice said.
"Well, I just hope it's who we think it is," the first voice said again.
Against Orlando's wishes, John stood up.
"Are you looking for us," he called into the night.
The three people looked over before going to the ship. Two of the people gasped, one didn't.
"Zoe, what're you doing here," John asked.
"The woman told us we'd find a ship and two men on board for a rescue mission. She didn't say it was you however."
"Where's the other man," one of the people asked.
Orlando stood up and there was another collected gasp. "What is it," he asked.
"He looks just like..."
The second man covered his mouth before smiling at them. John and Orlando just looked at each other with confused looks on their faces.
"Are you going to let us come on," Zoe asked.
"Come on then, we've got a lass to save," he said before going into the captain's quarters to look around.
Orlando and the others watched him go. "I'm sorry but he isn't much of a people person," he said to the others.
"Never really was," one of the men mumbled.
"What're your names anyway," he asked.
"I'm Kevin, Kevin Gibbs. The other man is David Cotton. Your friend seems to already know Miss. Santos but what exactly are your names," Kevin asked.
"I'm Orlando Turner. Our Captain I believe is John Sparrow."
"So it is him," David whispered.
"Excuse me?"
"It's nothing. Let's get this ship ready to go," Zoe said climbing aboard.
The Captain's room was nicely furnished. There was a desk, a few maps, a bed, candles and on the desk sat the compass the woman spoke of and a red bandana. He picked up the compass and looked at it.
"How odd, it doesn't even point in the right direction," he muttered to himself.
He looked over and saw a closed window. He shrugged and opened it to look outside. The sea looked really calm and beautiful in the moonlight. He smiled and went back over to the desk. He picked up the bandana and tied it around his head before picking up the compass and examining it again. Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
There stood Zoe. "Are you ready to go?"
John nodded and stood up. "Let's go."
Yes, Cotton can talk in my story (you'll find out how later). Why are they still alive you're probably wondering; if you read the first chapter again, you'll notice that I never really mentioned that they were dead. Also, I just don't see Captain Sparrow without his red bandana so I gave him that back too. The next chapter will be fun and confusing so keep a look out for it. Later all. :-)
As I said in my last story, July 7th is only a few weeks away (finally)!
