Chapter Three
Moldy Bread and Salt Water
"Well, she isn't wearing a corset, so I don't know what to do!" Jack shouted.
"Well, think of something!" Peter snapped back.
"I can't think with all the panic!!!" Jack replied.
Then I started coughing. "I hate it when you do that!" Peter said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Almost die like that! That is what the…23 time you have been in trouble since you got here!!!"
"Sorry," I said as I stopped coughing.
"Come on Jenna," I said dragging her with me.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see!" I knew she would hate me for this…wait why do I care!?! "We're here!"
"Lana! NO!!!" She knew what I was going to do. We had just arrived at the brig.
"Opps!" I said pushing her in and shutting the door.
"Lana, you can't keep me in here forever."
"Sure I can! I am the only one who knows you are down here. Ttyl!!!" I said leaving.
It had been six hours now, I knew she was hungry. So I tried to be nice and I took her a moldy piece of bread and salt water. "Lana, let me out, please?" she asked nicely for once.
"Only if you stay away from Peter." I demanded.
"Fine," she said. And I was stupid enough to let her out. "Ha! Fingers crossed!"
"You little brat!" I screamed running after her. After we got on deck, and I don't know what happened after that.
"What happened?" I asked Peter who was carrying me to my room (again).
"You were running after Jenna and she hit you in the head with a mop."
"You still think she is a sweet little girl?" I asked Jack who was following us.
"I never said she was sweet. I said she was my type of girl," Jack corrected me.
"What kind of girl is that?" Peter asked, though he already knew the answer.
"The cheating kind."
Guess what! I am so exited! I haven't gotten hurt in a month! OUCH!!! Scratch that…I just slipped. "I'm ok!" I announced getting up.
All of a sudden I hear a girl-like scream. It came from down the hall, I went in there and saw Jack screaming on top of a chair. "Get it away! Get it away!"
"Jenna!" I yelled hoping she could hear-
"What?" she asked popping in. OMG!!! How dare she interrupt my thinking process!
"Why did you bring Fred?" I said pointing to the hamster on the ground.
"This is Bob! Fred died," She said picking him up and talking him to our room.
"Don't sorry Jack. It won't happen again," I said while he was getting down.
"What? That didn't bother me! It just a stupid little scary gross thing! No big deal!" Although when he said that he looked liked a chill was going down his back.