Hello dear readers, I have decided to rewrite 'The darkness is the new light' story, I tried to make it better, by quality and the story line of it. I hope you feel the same way and give it another chance.
Note: I do not own anything but my OC/s, the rest belongs to the Pirates Of The Caribbean.
I also changed a name of the one OC and added a pet :)
I hope you like it, feel free to review and shared what your thoughts about it all.
The moon was high in the cloudless sky, there was nowhere to cower, the moon's beams had no limit meaning they stretched within the shadows to drag the darkness out, bend and turn to chase it away; darkness was truly at the moon's mercy. The moon truly did show it was the rightful leader of the night sky, it shone brightly making its soldiers jealous and small, its ego showed on the land below; banishing the darkness to rule. Yet this was a regular battle, most nights the moon won without any difficulties, but the darkness kept on trying to conquer before the sun would rise. However is there always hope, though all seems lost?
Down below the victory party of the sky, an island stood quietly, lanterns were alight across the island, to scare the darkness away and show a town full of houses and buildings of work; a fort stood at one end to show how powerful the island was. Hardly any chaotic events occurred. Well of course there had been a few pirate attacks, the island also had its own trouble makers and thieves, but people on the island grew how to survive and fight. In life you had to adapt to survive, or else you be left behind or injured.
The town of the island was quiet, most of the people were asleep in their beds dreaming of a life of pleasure, love, laughter and freedom, somewhere far away from where they were, but also they were waiting for the sun to rise from its sleep to mark a brand new day and do another day of work. However there was a small group of people in town still awake, they were either in the tavern drinking their wages away, or were outside sitting around a fire.
The fire was built from twigs from the forest which surrounded the island. The only heat provider the people had, though it was summer, it was comfort to them as well, some people had money, houses and friends to give them comfort, but they were the lucky ones. Unfortunately justice and fairness had been forgotten about through the years, forgetting the common people with it, only the powerful people seemed to survived with their money and status.
"What can I say, life is worth living when you have friends, and the world is your stage. You only live once, so why question it?" Charley Jacobs asked. "People either choose to live a short amount of time or people choose it for them. But those who choose it for the ones, I say they are bunch of twats!"
Looks of readable of awkwardness and shame were swapped with the listeners. Charley noticed but didn't act upon it. She shifted on her crate and lifted her bottle of rum to her lips. She stared at it, thinking how before she craved the warm, sweet liquid but now drinking too much of it, all the textures mixed in together giving her no satisfaction. Funny that, she thought we crave so much, but when enough is enough we don't know about it until it's too late. The human race huh? As Charley stared at her bottle, she felt something soft and heavy on land on her leg making her look down to see a dog's head, its eyes looked up to her if it knew what she was thinking. She smiled down and ruffled its fur with the other hand, before she drank some of the remains of the bottle and stared back at the fire which was alight before her and her fellow 'friends'.
The fire gave her warmth and a feel of hope, yet deeper inside a tale was told; one she would never tell. Well hoped not to. Only four people knew of her, those she considered friends, the unlikely of people but that was why she liked them, they all had different personalities, they all brought something different to the table. There was Theodore Groves, a Lieutenant now if she recalled properly, he was the kind one of the group; he was always there for her whenever she was in trouble, he always found a way to make her laugh, he was cute too but she was never drunk enough to tell him. Next there was Gibbs, the oldest one in the group, he knew how to drink but he was a very good friend of Charley's, he knew how to tell a story too. Also there was Ian Mercer, the scary one of the group, but Charley liked him, well he was her God father after all but she hadn't seen him for years. Then there was Faith Smith, Charlie's partner in crime. They did everything together, they went to school, played together, broke the law many times but all that was history; all the group did was history. She thought they were going to be living legends. She now knew that was not the case.
A heavy sigh escaped from her mouth. She took the last sip of her rum before smashing it upon the ground making her listeners look up to her and her dog, but she ignored them and she stormed off; her drink quickly effecting her as she walked down the road of the small town. Her pet dog was beside her, sniffing the air for any trouble and was wary of its owner, it was used of Charley being drunk and angry, but it always stayed beside her; ready to protect her. They walked down an alley way and was moving to the direction of the docks, it was what they did to pass the time, to stay still and listen to the ocean; it was calming and bought peace.
However turning left, Charley let out a curse as she tripped over something, making her fall down on her all fours. Quickly, sick she felt coming up, before she could stand; the abrupt movement seemed to make the drink churn and come out of the wrong end. She leaned against the wall and let it all out, the bitter taste of rum left her mouth to be replaced by something much worse! As her food and drinks left her she raised her head, staring into the darkness. Tears stung her eyes, she felt weak. It was a long time since she felt this way, though people of the town would say different. Thinking of people's thoughts, she crawled far away from her sick and turned to face the ocean and sit on ground; leaning her back against the wall, tears began to escape from their cages.
However as she stared towards the ocean, she stared in confusion as she noticed there was another ship docked in the harbour, but that wasn't the reason for her confusion, the reason was because she recognised it from many years ago. Staring at the ship, she raised her eyes and spotted the flag. She saw the EITC flag on its pole, she guessed it hadn't long arrived to Port Royal, she stayed silent within her confusion; unsure if she was seeing things.
The dog nuzzled its head against its owner's neck making her stare at it and smiled, though it could sense there was something wrong. However it laid down beside her, leaning its head on her legs; letting Charley stroke its fur. However she stared at the EITC ship, see could feel something building within her, something she hadn't felt for ages. Was she scared? Yet other questions formed in her head, making her dizzy. How did she ever become like this? She could remember what people said about her, what she used to be, what she looked like. Now was a different story. Now was a beginning of old faces, standing out of the shadows, to fight old enemies and to show who the real Charley Jacobs. This is her story.