Well, I bet you were wondering where Saoirse was going to wake up after she got dumped in the middle of the street. Well I did too. It took me a while to think up this next chapter, as you can tell because it took me a while to post this.
Chapter 11- Waking up…
I woke hearing thunder and people shouting outside. I was on a boat, which I hoped was the Interceptor. I sat up and examined the room. It was the captain's cabin on the Interceptor.
I noticed that my arm had been bandaged, and my hat was sitting next to me on the floor. I picked it up and put it on my head, not bothering to cover my hair. I stood slowly, then walked over to the door, and opened it.
It was pouring outside. I saw the crew running about in a panic, fighting the storm that was upon us. I couldn't see Jack, but I figured that he was at the helm, so I decided to make my way over there.
I gripped the railing as a huge wave crashed onto the deck, sending the crew tumbling to the deck. Finally, I made it to the helm.
"Jack!" I yelled to get his attention. He looked at me.
"What are you doing out here? Go back inside!" I looked at him, then obeyed and made my way back into the captain's cabin.
Once back inside, I had a hard time staying upright, the waves were rocking the ship that much. I stumbled over to the bed, and lay down. My head was throbbing from the noise and trying to stay upright. After a few minutes, I fell asleep.
When I woke again, Jack was sitting next to me on the bed, stroking my hair. He pulled his hand back when he saw that I was awake
"Jack?" He almost looked embarrassed that I woke while he was here.
"Hey, sleep well?"
"Yeah, I'm surprised that I didn't fall out of bed with that storm." Jack laughed.
"Yeah, that was quite some storm. Ye hungry? Gibbs bought some biscuits when we was in Tortuga and there are some left." He offered.
"That sounds good." I crawled out of bed, and walked with him to the kitchen. He rummaged around, then found a biscuit, which he handed to me.
"Cap'n, were going into some heavy fog. What should we do?" Mr. Gibbs came running to us. "Hey, that was me last biscuit!" Jack checked his compass, as we went above decks.
"Let her run through the fog, we're almost there."
As we entered the cove, everyone lined the sides of the deck to see what the Isle de Muerta was like. I finished my biscuit. A parrot was singing.
"Dead men tell no tales…" It sang.
"Ain't that the truth." I mumbled.
There, I know it's short, but I've been busy lately. I'll update when I can!
jacquline