Well, I origanlly posted this Monday, but apperantly the site wasn't allowing up dates, sorry its late.
This chapter dedicated to:
Sarah-K-O-M:
Well, you see, I have this thing about names. I'm kinda fascinated by them, as Fred and George will tell you. I have this huge book on names, their origin and there meanings. So, long answer short, yes I did, and still do know. Nice to know that others know too though.
Nautical assignment: We'll have you be the look out person in the crows nest, take lots of sunscreen!
Oh, and George, since you do not like your position as navigator, I'm changing you to bosun!
Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Really THAT's where they come from? And I always thought they were grown in Hawaii or something….
Allbountiesaccepted: So you like the name Jordie? I got the name from one of my friend's friend, he was named after a soap opera character. Anyways, yes, Jack will come back….eventually.
And here's chapter 7…
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"How was your morning stroll, milady?"
"Invigorating, Milord." Katrina rejoined, pulling her apron on over her head. She had taken to indulging in a walk around the deck of the ship every dawn and every dusk, enjoying the calmness of the two times when most of the passengers were in their cabins. She smiled, Jordie always was able to make her smile with his playful nature. "What is for breakfast?" Katrina inquired, securing her apron behind her back.
"Toast from last night's left over bread and bacon, what do ye think?"
"Sounds great. " Jordie grinned. "But," he groaned and Katrina smiled. "I'm going to add apple fritters." It had become their little game. Jordie would make up the main part of the meal and Katrina would add her specialties, usually in the form of sweets.
"You spoil the crew and passengers, ye know." Jordie complained.
"Just because we are on a ship doesn't mean we have to eat bland food. Unless you are one of those seasick types. Besides, I'll make sure to save one for you." The last comment solicited a grin from Jordie.
"One of the boys getting sweet on you?" he asked suddenly.
"What are you talking about?" Katrina was perplexed.
"That necklace, "Jordie motioned to her neck "never seen you wear it before."
"I-it was my mothers." Her hand fluttered to her throat, grasping the small oval locket she had taken from its small box, and the ruby ring she had slipped onto the chain. Her shoulders slumped and her head bent in sorrow. Her golden hair falling around her face, creating a curtain, hiding her expression. "I-I don't feel so well anymore. I think I'll go lie down. " Katrina whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Katrina…wait…" Jordie placed his hand on her shoulder.
Katrina cried out, slapping his hand away and jerking back violently, her head flying up and her tear brimmed eyes blazing turquoise fire. Which was quickly doused at the sight of Jordie's completely stunned look.
"Katrina…" he stepped forward, lifting his arms to comfort her.
"Don't touch me!" She was trembling violently.
"Are ye sick?" he asked reaching to feel her forehead for a fever.
But she shrunk back a step. Lifting her arms as if to ward off a blow. "Please…please no." she choked out before spinning on her heel with a dry sob and running to her cabin.
Jordie's face was a mask of concern for the girl he had come to look on as a sister.
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Katrina flung herself across her bed, letting out her pent-up emotions in a flood of tears. Sobs racking her body. She cried out of sorrow, sorrow for her mother, tears of frustration and anger at her father, tears of self pity at her situation and finally the simple tears of release. Eventually her tears ceased. She got up and splashed some water on her face, gazing into the slightly disfigured mirror on her wall.
Suddenly she felt wrung out. Stripping to her shift she let her apron and dress fall to the floor, not caring that they would be wrinkled and creased. She fell exhaustedly across her cot, pulling her blankets up to her chin.
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Katrina's eyes grudgingly opened. What had woken her up? There it was again. Sounded like thunder. She smiled sleepily, she always did like thunder storms. Sitting up and stretching Katrina glanced at her small port hole. Immediately her eyes swung back to the little window. There wasn't any rain. Come to think of it, the ship should be tossing about more if they were in a storm.
Boom! The White Tiger jumped beneath her feet. That wasn't thunder! It was cannon fire!
Unheedful of her state of undress, Katrina threw open her door and ran down the narrow corridor, hastily climbing the steps leading to the deck. Almost immediately Katrina regretted going on deck, for next to the White Tiger an imposing ship was firing it's guns.
Through the smoke, Katrina could just make out its name the Blood Stone written in red. The White Tiger lurched from another volley of cannon fire, throwing Katrina at the battered and slightly scorched railing, which broke beneath her.
She was aware that she was falling and screamed in panic, hitting the water hard. Surfacing, she clambered best she could onto a piece of the ship that had been blown off. She wheezed in pain, grasping her side where she had hit the railing, every breath and movement causing searing pain.
Katrina's vision blurred, her side seemed to go numb as the sound of the sea battle faded. Blackness swallowed her, then she knew nothing.
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Finis! At least chapter 7. I know, it's kinda short.
We might meet someone familiar in chapter 8, I haven't decided yet.
Reviews are as good as chocolate covered strawberries!