Back again for another update! I'm trying to make the chapters and context as surprising as possible. It's so surprising that I'm surprising myself! Wow, that's surprising.
So, with that being said, I'll let you read the chapter now :)
Back on the Jolly Roger…
Rain poured down from the heavens, soaking the crew and weighing down the boat in the stormy seas. Even the Captain of such a boat had been soaked through with the water crying from the sky.
He knew he had been harsh on words with their last parting. This wouldn't do. It wouldn't get him any closer. With a sense of sinking pride, he took the last strides to his cabin to find her. The sight that greeted him, however was another story in itself…
His cabin was empty, and things were scattered around the room caused by a barreling wind coming from the open window. The sea below was turning violently and crashed along side the boat dangerously. She would never make it. His stomach clenched painfully at the thought of her dying in his care. No. He would not let that happen.
Within the span of 10 minutes he had three side boats lowered and a search party out looking for her. He urged his crew to speed up, not caring about the excess water pushing itself into the boat. When they reached shore, the crew split up. One search party going right the other going left. Crows of lost boys and other creatures were heard in the distance and everybody moved a little quicker with their steps.
The Captain started somewhere he thought she would be. Maybe on a deserted part of the shore. Somewhere abandoned. That lead him a small jutting out portion of the sandy beach. A disturbance in the sand caught his attention, and he held his breath as it lead him to a small cave. It opened up, and in the very back of the cave he found the precious thing that had been stolen from him.
Wendy Darling was a mass of shivering, unconscious pain. He could see her dress had been removed to protect body heat. Now all she had on was her shift (chemise) and corset, which had also been soaked through. Without hesitation he went to her and scooped her up, careful of not cutting her accidently with his hook. He found the crew and they all went back to the ship. Five hours had passed and it was as if nothing had ever happened.
He could be angry, furious even at the fact that she had escaped and made the whole thing more complicated, but found his anger somewhat misplaced. There was concern and a few other emotions jumbled together, but no anger. It was the first time he had felt in control. She moved in his arms then, trying to get closer to the warmth radiating off him. Maybe he would keep her around a little while longer.
Sorry the chapters have been so short. I promise an extra-long chapter next. Don't worry, those lost boys are not really lost, and they will make an appearance soon!
~Jessethevampire