Ok, sorry it's been so long but I've been busy with shcool and the game. We've been triang all week, and next week will be the same. My life is crazy right now. ut here you go.
Chapter 22
Rhia paddled furiously but quietly towards the ominous, creaking form of the Dutchman. She rowed to the hull of the ship and managed to quietly slip aboard and hid herself in the frontal decoration or the fanged beast. She curled up against the back of the throat and the wooden teeth hid her well. All she could do now was pray As she curled up tighter as something nudged her leg from her pocket. She reached in and pulled out the key. She grinned. All she had to do now was find a way to get to Isle De Crusa.
"Put them in the brig. I'll deal with the traitors later." Jones's voice called from the deck, she heard him thumping to the bowsprit, and he was overhead now. She dared not even breathe, the minutes passed agonizingly by. Finally e thumped away.
"Come on; let's go aboard, we need to find our missing crew mustn't we?" The captain said. Silence reigned for minutes, Rhia decided to risk looking aboard the ship. She poked her head over the rail, the ship was deserted. She quickly boarded and raced quietly to the brig. In a dark, dank, murky cell, two bloodied figures were sitting in bilge water.
"Are you alive?" She asked, quietly, racing to a cell. David looked up, then Bill.
"What the devil are you doing here?" they asked in unison.
"What do you think I'm doing here? I couldn't leave you."
"What of the Code? You must've been taught of that." Bill said.
"Hang the Code. I live by my own rules." Rhia said.
"Are you ok?" David asked, worry and fear in his eyes.
"Yes, I just need to figure out how to get to Isle De Crusa. Preferably ahead of the Dutchman, to give me time to find the chest. I still have the key. I have an idea, but there's a good chance I'll get caught."
"What's your idea?" David asked.
"Sneak aboard the Pearl and 'borrow' my dad's compass. It'll make it easier to find both the Island and the chest."
"But you'd still need a ship." Bill said.
"Commandeer." David and Rhia said, remembering the Navy ship.
"Yes, I suppose that would solve the problem."
"What problem?" A voice asked from the stairs. Rhia jumped and whipped out a dagger from her boot then ran up the stairs to murder whoever had heard them.
"Whoa! Whoa Rhia it's me!" Bill pleaded, knife at his throat, body pinned to the mast. Rhia sighed with relief.
"Darn it Bill. I could've skinned you alive."
"RHI! There coming back!" David called from below.
"Damn, Go to the bowsprit, get under the head." Rhia ordered her cousin, shoving him to the hiding place. She ran back down to the brig.
"I'm going with that plan; if it doesn't work I'm just going to stick with tagging along the Dutchman and pray I make it to the chest first." Rhia explained hurriedly.
"Ok just go! Hide before you get caught!" They said together hurriedly, she nodded and raced back up, to her hiding spot. She crouched down next to Bill and pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Lost in thought as bangs and thumps sounded the crews return and working aboard the ship.
OK there you go please review and please don't hate me.
