Cold As Glass

Sequel to Heart of Glass

A Pirate Lord's Adventure

Chapter 10

As we ventured deeper into jungle upon this small island, we were instantly visited by a familiar sight.

Cotton's parrot. It fluttered down onto the stump of a dead palm tree, which was actually about Will's height.

And in Will's typical, somewhat over dramatic fashion, he sighed in relief," Ah! A familiar face!"

"We've only been walking for five minutes," I countered back under my breath, crossing my arms.

But Cotton's parrot squawked back at Will, in return. Before announcing, in a panic," Don't eat me!"

"We're not going to eat you," Will reassured he bird, while I tilted my head to the side, trying to understand why the bird didn't want us to eat it.

"Rawk! Don't eat me!" The bird began flapping its wings in a frenzied manor. "No! Don't eat me!"

I looked at Will, in a patronizing manor, trying to tell him through my eyes "I told you so!"

Will saw my expression, quickly rolling his eyes in return, before grunting," Let's continue."

"Agreed," I huffed, as Cotton's parrot kept chanting, manically," Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

So once again Will and I set off deeper into the jungle.

But yet the deeper we got the more rugged and dense the jungle became.

Eventually Will got in front of me with his sword, and being the man that he is, he cut through the jungle, trying to find any signs of life.

And all I could do was check over his tracks and follow him.

But after what felt like hours of walking, both Will and I were sun burned upon our exposed skin, covered in dirt and sweat, with plenty of cuts and scratches to prove we hiked through a untamed jungle.

Suddenly Will cocked his head to the side, and stopped in his tracks, making me look up at him.

"What? Do you see something?"

Will then reached out, and there upon the branch of a tree was Gibbs's husk canteen.

As Will lifted it up to examine in closely, I noticed a long strong hanging off of it, which seemed to be tangled up in the branches.

"Will…"I cautiously warned, but he just ignored me, and kept looking down at the canteen, curiously.

But he noticed the strong attached to it too, and carefully took the strong off of neck of the canteen.

Of course he followed the string's curves and twists, with his eyes, but it was beginning to blend in with the natural colored surroundings.

And before I could stop Will, he began pulling upon the string. Following it around the trunk of the tree.

I cautiously followed behind him, while I reached into my pack and pulled out my useless musket, but it would make a good club, if this string led to what I thought it did.

Yet, when Will arrived at the end of the strong, he just starred at it oddly, before looking back at me. Holding the end of the string up for me to see.

But that was when I noticed eyes appearing out of the tree behind Will, making me scream," Will!"

It was too late, Will was knocked over upon the ground, and pulled up into the air, with his feet expertly tied and tangled into a knot of vines.

But my better instincts told me to look around me for others. Because it was obvious a trap, and that meant they were going to attack both Will and I.

The natives from this island began to morph out of the trees and bushes, covered in a war paint of sorts, with primitive shields, spears, and knives in hand.

I heard Will unsheathe his sword from behind me, while shouting," Come on! Let's go!"

I looked back at him in shock. But as he hung there dangling upside down, he was swing his sword around, as if it would actually make a difference.

But the natives began to walk closer to Will and me, making me step right underneath Will's hovering form. I held out the musket ready to smack anyone with, if they got too close. Yet I knew it was going to be hard for these natives to take me and Will seriously, when he was hanging upside down shouting," Come on! Who wants it? I could do this all day!" and me, with a busted musket, that was leaking water.

And obviously they lost interest in Will and me rather quickly, and they all looked over at a native with a bone running through his nostrils.

I starred at this native oddly too, only to see him lift up a pipe of sorts, and blow into it.

I heard whatever was in the pipe come out, and overhear Will grunt from above me.

I looked up at Will, and saw him close his eyes and hang limply. His sword fell out of his hand in a thunderous "clang", making my heart stop.

Will was now completely useless and I was left to do things on my own.

And as my mother would famously say: Sophie's Code of Conduct Number Three-Never Send A Man In To Do A Woman's Job.

So I picked up Will's sword, and expertly twirled the sword with my hand, ready to fight to the death.

But they didn't react to me, while I kept moving in a circle, keeping an eye upon my enemies.

Yet my idea of hope was crashed to oblivion, when I overheard the familiar noise of the dart flying through the air.

And before I knew it I was only the ground, and everything was pitch black.

It was times like these that I wished Sirius would appear out of nowhere and rescue me.

Too bad he's dead.