Okay so I finally finished chp 8. here it is for those who read it
Chapter Eight: Press-ganged
The creature... or man, that stood before her was the strangest thing she had ever seen. He was about 6 foot and maybe 2 inches tall, he wore normal sea captain’s attire except there were barnacles and other sea life attached to it. His left leg and right arm had been replaced by crab appendages and his face was that of a octopus, he had a wreathing beard of tentacles.
She swallowed, neither said anything. Both just stared into the other’s eyes. His were an amazing bright Caribbean aqua color and they bore deep into the depths of her flat brown eyes. She knew this man held some kind of authority and it frightened her.
Whoever he was had a nasty grin plastered on his face when she looked up at him.
“Got a name lass-uh?” He asked making a popping sound with his lips.
She didn’t know why she did not answer the question. Perhaps it was because she was paralyzed by cold and fright or maybe because he reminded her of someone her mother had warned her of. All she knew was that she didn’t even make a sound.
His face twisted in rage and she was suddenly pinned to the mast a good four feet off the ground and something hard pinning her to it staring into a raging sea’s eyes.
“Wot’s yer name?”
When Jessa didn’t answer a second time he squeezed her throat harder.
“Jes…sa… my name… is Jessa.” She managed to say while holding onto his claw trying to break free.
“Do ye have a last name-uh?” He asked bring his face close to hers.
There was something about this man that she didn’t like, it wasn’t the fact he looked like part of the sea and had a ship and crew to match… it was just that her instincts said not to tell.
“I don’t have a last name…” she said taking in as much air as she could “I… Im an orphan…”
Still standing were he had been left Bootsrap's face paled beyond its already dead color. Jessa? No that couldn't be… she couldn’t be Jack's daughter.
Jones looked at her skeptically tightening his grip on her throat and leaned in closer to her face. Boring his eyes into hers "I don’t believe ye welp…"
Her heart stopped beating and her eyes went wide. She tried to back away from his piercing gaze but with the mast behind her it was impossible.
"And I'll be havin quite along time to figure out yer lies." He said in a low deathly calm voice.
"H… how?" she breathed
Jones chuckled darkly bring his face only an inch from hers. With out saying anything he released her from the mast and let her fall, but caught her by the right arm with his good hand and squeezed.
Jessa yelped in pain and squirmed in his tight grip. Her whole arm felt like it was on fire and freezing at the same time, and the pain was imaginable! Jones released her and she fell onto the deck grabbing her arm and trying to pry away the pain that lingered. Tears slipped down her cheeks even though she tried to bite them back.
“Wh... what the bloody heck did you do to me!?” she yelled looking at the black ink mark just before her shoulder. The skin around it were his hand had laid was red like a burn mark and turning purple.
Jones bent down to her level and stared her in the eyes “Welcome aboard the Flying Dutchman lass... yer gonna be on here for a good long time-uh!” he backed up and started laughing as he walked to his cabin. The crew echoed the cruel jibe, and before he slammed his cabin door he yelled back “BRIG!”
Jimmylegs grabbed her by the arms... making sure he grasped her mark tightly and dragged her down to the dark depths of the ships hold and threw her in a cell. Locking it shut and cackling as he disappeared back up deck.
Jessa curled up into a corner and bid herself to not cry. But cry she did. She pulled out her locket and wound it tight letting her tears and its song carry her into a pain filled sleep.
 Irish Pirate Queen · Fri Mar 30, 2007 @ 02:52am · 0 Comments |
