These little bite sized snippets of my creative mind are done by SABASTIAN RAINEY. Welcome to my world. Enter at your own personal risk. Be prepared to be AMAZED!!!

 

 

 

October 4th 200

 

 

 

               I always knew there was something strange about his sister. The way her eyes flashed red hungrily when she wanted something. How her hair stood on end when she was irritated.  Sometimes the way her face seemed to reshape according to her change of moods, and how she always seemed to disapear mysteriously at night. There was just something about Victoria that gave me goose flesh when she was aroung. Sometimes I even think she suspected me of something, like I knew something I shoulldn't have known. in fact, she was right.

               I knew a lot of things I shouldn't have known. Things that most people can't even comprehend. Among these things was that I knew what she was. A monster. Something that didn't have the right to exist. Not that it was Victoria's fault... at leat not entirely. You see, not only does the monster choose its possesor, the possesor chooses the person. i am almost positive that the monster that was possesing Victoria was a demon, and an evil one at that.

               As for me I am not a demon. Though I can posses others if I choose, I don't. I am the equivalant of a vampire slayer but much stronger and wiser. I know things that come from thousands of years ago. I also know things that are from thousands of years into the future. You cvould say that i'm not human and you would be right.  You may say that i am a monster. It is true. Un-like Victoria, I had more of a choice and a really good reason.

 

 

 

 

 

October 8th 2007

 

 

               I was walking through the dark and dangerous forest in Khas Han one day when the groung began to shake. Now, being at the age of sixteen I knew that the ground doesn't randomly shake at will. I looked around. The sky was a clear baby-blue. Nothing odd there. All of a sudden the trees on my right began to shake.  I had barely blinked an eye when a heard of elephants scrambled through the dense shrubbery. I opened my mouth to screm but not a sound exited. I thought i was doomed to be a squashed insect on the bottom of an elephants foot when a man swooped low out of the trees abouve me and pulled me to the top of the canopy of leaves. The tree was covered in odd little green thimngs protruding precariouslt from the limbs. One sniff let me know they wrer pickles. Pickles that hummed. I heard a fire truck swerving down the road in my minds eye. It seemed to be a warning sign. I also noticed that the things I had taken for leaves were in fact, Kleenex's. The man that had saved me plucked one off an d blew his nose into it. I had been rescued by a Pirate!!! Not the Johnny Depp or the Kieth Richard's type either. I'm talking about a REAL 1720 type pirate!

 

 

 

 

October 9th 2007

 

 

 

              School was boring. Four solid hours of NECAP testing (New England Common Assesment Program FYI). My brain was cramping and my eyes drooped so low I thought that maybe a bucket loader would have to scrape the off of the asphalt. Anyway, I was at the oak door in the front of our house. The giant twinki that is called a school bus had just dropped me off. Lazily I crammed my hands in pockets in dire search of the key. I thoought I was doomed to dwell outside my living quarters (house) until my parental unit (Mom and Dad) got home when my finger brushed up against the cool metal of the key ring. Hastily I jammed the key into the lock. It broke. 

               I swore at the top of my voice. Still screaming curses left and right i veered around the house and comenced to pulling up the stubborn window.  Once I could fit my entire body through (with some serious sucking in of stomach and rear) i crammed myself inside. Carelessly gravity dropped me onto the carpeted floor. CRUNCH! "Huh?" My favorite word besides Nitwit. Quickly I sat up and noticed a cracked shard of glass. Now that i am 16 i know that a miscellaneous piece of glass doesn't randomly turn up in your living room. I checked all of the rooms in the house for broken windows. NONE! Not even the bathroom mirror. Creepy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 10th 2007

 

 

 

 

                 Hmmmm..... 20 things I hate about a writing piece. Lets give this a go.

 

 

 

                  Lengthy discussions

                  Too much detail

                  Too little detail

                  Slow paced

                  Not enough dialogue

                  Too many chapters

                  Too little chapters

                  Under 200 pages

                  Characters with a mile-and-a-half long name

                  Scenes that go back and forth from one setting to another too often

                  Not enough large vocabulary words

                  If the book looks like it is written for toddlers and claims to be "young adult"

                  No sarcasm

                  Countries or Islands with long and un-pronouncinle names

                  Based too much on a historical place or incident

                  No intricate plots

                  An ending that  you would expect to happen

                  Characters with names that are the same save for 1 or 2 letters

                  Pictures

                  Boring language

 

     Yes! I did it! 20 things a hate about writing. Until next time....

 

  TOODLES!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

October 11th 2007

 

 

              I woke up this morning witha buzz rolling around in my brain. Something felt different. Not my hair. I have the worst bed head ever. I still have my plain jane face my cat is still curled up next to my head mumbling in his sleep. I still have on my--- WHAT!!! Rewind, gto back, turn around! My cat is mumbling in his sleep? Up until now I didn't think it was possible. Cautiously i poked Gi-Gi's stomach. "Now what does this bag of bones want?" He yawned as he opened his eyes.

             "Excuse me. What did you..." In that second I realized he could hear me and understand me. I also felt that he knew that I knew that he could talk.

              "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" we both screamed in unison. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" we repeated. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and yet again.

              "Wha-"

              "How did-"

                We just stared at each other. All of a sudden I heard a bunch of thumping coming up the stairs. "Quick, hide! Here under the blankets." I threw the covers over Gi-Gi. Wait a second. Dominic (My sibling unit a.k.a. brother) knew Gi-Gi was in here. So I yanked the cat out of the covers. 

                "BBRRRRRRRRRRRRR it's cold I'm-"

                "Shhhh!" At that moment my brother burst through the door. He looked dirty, kind of like a beat up throw rug and a washed up pop-star.

 

 

 

ALL OF A SUDDEN WE ARE SWITCHING GEARS TO PLAN OUT OUR NOVELS SO THAT WE WILL BE READY TO TYPE NOV. 1ST. NO MORE FREE WRITING!!

SORRY!!! STAY TUNED IN THOUGH!

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 15th 2007

 

 

 

 

 

                 When a reader finishes reading my novel I want them to feel fulfilment. I don't want them to feel cheated because my ending was a total scew up or seemed to be rushed. I want them to feel as if they had explored my world to its fullest extant. Iwant them to remember everything (or nearly everything). The sights, the sounds, and the characters. I want them to remember the places my characters have been, islands mountains, villages, ect. I want them to remember the sound of waves crashind against the deck in a sea storm. I Want them to remember the sound of a captain screaming at his crew.  I want them to remember the characters as their own personal friend.  Someone they've been through everything with.

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 16th 2007

 

 

 

               A place in my novel would be the many sea's and ports. I think the most important one is the port in the beggining. Brine and gull poop covered wooden dock and gangway, the waves licking the rocks, salt spray stinging your nose. The sky is overcast making the water look murky. Gulls are perched precariously on the masts of ships. Vibrant flags of all nations (Maybe a "Jolly Rogger" being pulled up), white sails billowing in the wind. Drizzling of rain. Bright new brown decks, dull weathered decks. The port resides in England (Somewhere not sure yet) a little ways away from a small town. There isn't that "Good morning starshine!" feel to it, but it also lacks the whole "Enter at your own risk!" thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 22nd 2007

 

 

 

              BAG OF BONES by: STEPHEN KING 

 

 

               An author, Mike Noonan, moves back to a summer cottage after his wife dies. Together they had dubbed the cottage Sarah after the history surrounding it and the town. Later in the story Mike finds a little girl walking down a frequently used road, and brings her off to the side. This act brings the mother, her daughter, and mike together clashing against an evil man named Max who wants custody over Kira. After mother, Mattie, dies in a shoot out, Mike and Kira are trapped fighting for their lives against  a ghost mob seeking revenge. Dead wife helps Mike by holding off Sarah and giving Mike hints.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Introducing a little snippet and a teeny tiny nugget of my novel. This is dedicated to Dayle Payne. If it wasn't for her I probably wouldn't have evn come this close to finishing a piece of writing. Thank-you so much. The book is also dedicated to My parents and all of my Language Arts teachers. All of you have pushed me and encouraged me to follow my dreams, no matter what. I did one better than that. I chased my dreams and this is the product. Finally, I would like to thank Johnny Depp, my constant inspiration. You were the one who taught me (through you're many films) that it is ok to be a little wierd, a tiny bit eccentric , and most of all to fall out of the social norm. THANK-YOU SO MUCH (not that your actually reading this marvelous piece of work)!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Pirate's Bond

By: Sabastian Rainey (A.K.A. Shelbie Ladue )

 

 

Chapter 1--- An Orphan's Tale

 

Rain pattered against a thin glass window as a lone face stared out into nothingness. The wind whipped the nearby trees so they threatened to snap. The old house had stood up to many storms, much stronger than this, surely, it would still be standing come the morrow. There was a growl of thunder preceded by a white-hot flash of lightning.

Vittoria Hamshire halted in her washing of the window to look out into the storm. It brought back memories. Memories she hadn't thought about in years, the one's she had tried to lock back into the past. A storm like this had occurred the night her father walked out of her life and another the night of her mother's death. Vittoria's mind whirred back to those tragic events.

A younger version of Vittoria sat in a chair facing a small window chewing on the hem of her dress. There was a fire crackling off on the other side of the room. Vittoria could hear hoarse coughing coming from the adjacent room. She looked over her shoulder for a moment and then turned back to watch as the storm wreaked havoc on the surrounding land. A moment or two later she could her the scrape of her father's boots entering the room. Puffs of brown-grey smoke filled the room as her father paced. Eventually he pulled up a chair beside her.

He had wavy, ear-length, almond brown hair that clashed well with his dark chocolate eyes. He had very distinguished cheek bones and slightly tanned skin. Though the smoke was quickly disappearing, the smell of tobacco lingered, strong and clear. Vittoria continued to look out of the window until a glint of silver in her father's hand caught her eye. She looked down and stared at the object with the same intense curiosity a kitten shows in a grass-hopper. Her father rolled the object over in his strong hands seemingly choosing his words carefully. “I'm going away for a while.” He said as his eyes began to fill with tears. “I promise I'll be back for you in a while.”

Carefully he strung the silver locket around her neck. The metal was cool on her skin and gave her goose bumps on her arms. The point of the heart shape dangled just below her heart and rested on her rib cage. Vittoria's father pulled her into a tight hug. Peppermint, chocolate, tobacco and dirt wafted through his clothing. Her father's touch was warm in contrast to the slowly warming locket that clung to her. Though she was only three, she wished this hug would never end. Slowly he pulled away and walked out of the house as he pulled on his cloak. Vittoria watched as he slid his way down the drive, cloak billowing in the fierce wind. There was a bright white flash and the loudest roar of thunder yet. He was gone. Forever. The rain fell heavier than ever pounding on the wood of the house. Vittoria could hear more coughing.

Vittoria snapped back to the present. She dunked the sodden rag back into the murky grey water contained in the tin bucket by her side and wrung it out. She wiped it across the window without realizing it because her thoughts were far away. In the foreign land of her past. They meandered back to her mother./ Back in another storm.

She could hear her mother, lying in a bed with the covers pulled up tight underneath her arms, coughing. Her mother looked paler now, more so than before that night. Her chest heaved slowly under the patched blanket. The lights had went out in her blue eyes, they were barely open. Her lips were cracked and looked raw. When she spoke her voice was a little more than a whisper.

“Vittoria...my sweet....If something should happen to me. Something bad....Do not cry for me. I have done everything I could have hoped to do. If I do not wake... do not worry. I will... be home at last.” She paused to have a coughing fit in the blanket. Vittoria handed her a piping hot cup of tea. Slowly she took a sip and placed the cup down. “Thanks dear.

“ If I do not wake in the morning... I have arranged for you to live with... Miss Elizabeth Baldwin and her three daughters. I want you to do everything and anything they ask you to do. Do you understand?”

“Yes mum.” Came Vittoria's small voice from behind a large book. Vittoria began to read as the rain gradually fell harder and faster and thunder and lightning roared and clashed from above.

The next morning young Vittoria awoke to find her mother dead. There was a slight smile on the pale but blue tinted face. She looked as if she were merely sleeping and would wake up at any moment. Later that day a carriage arrived and took the saddened Vittoria away. She clenched a parcel of clothing in her arms and her left hand rested on her locket. Vittoria stole one last glance toward her house as the carriage carried her farther and farther away from her last protector and closer to a lifetime of servitude.

“What do you think you are doing!” A haughty female voice called from what seemed like miles away to Vittoria. Vittoria blinked and turned around. Standing in the doorway with one hand on her seemingly large waist was an old lady. She looked refined but hard as steel. She had hollowed cheeks, and wispy grey-brown hair that was knotted into a bun at the nap of her neck. She had slightly yellowed and paper like skin, from which Vittoria could see blue green veins surfacing up to the top of the skin covering her long neck. The old woman's lips were pursed so tightly in anger that all that was left was a deep red pair of tiny lines. Her bushy eyebrow were furrowed in anger so that the looked like two furry caterpillars nose to nose.

"Well um... I-I'm washing th-the windows ma'am.” Spluttered Vittoria.

“Is that all you can do? Stutter at me?” Came Miss Baldwin's scratchy voice. “How dare you slack in your work!”

“But I wasn't slacking. I was working!” Vittoria found that her anger was rising along with the steadiness of her voice. “I do believe that was-”

Miss Baldwin cut her off. “You know that Lord Vanderson and his so are coming over tomorrow evening for a spot of dinner. This house needs to be spotless when he comes.”

“Yes. That is what I am working on!” Vittoria almost screamed.

“And for your slacking off and that cheekiness of yours, you are now in charge of cleaning the chimney out along with the rest of the house.” And with that Miss Elizabeth Baldwin strode out of the room, her lime green heels clacking madly behind her from under her vomit colored dress. Vittoria wrung the cloth out so hard that it ripped in two. “Perfect.” She grumbled and threw the two torn pieces into the bucket so ferociously some of the water slopped onto the white tiled floor. She gave the bucket a dirty look as if it had done her a great personal wrong before walking off.

She walked over to the chimney and peered up. Thunder rumbled in the distance and rain pounded on the Victorian mansion. Vittoria rubbed her hand over the surface of the warm brick lining until the tips of her fingers touched something ice cold. Curious she gripped her hand around it and tugged. It held. Reaching slightly higher up she found another iron wrung. A plan started to formulate in her head. She had finally made up her mind.

 

Chapter 2--- Up and Out

 

The stairs creaked slightly under the weight of Vittoria's leather boots. Shadows danced across the papered wall as Vittoria ascended the second flight passing two rooms. Muffled snores protruded from the door at the top of the landing. Two other doors stood opposite of where Vittoria now stood, quiet as a mouse.

Vittoria inched her way toward the door and reached a shaky hand out to touch the cold brass knob. It turned easily in her hand. Carefully she turned it until it wouldn't turn any more. She pressed one hand onto the warm wooden door and slowly pushed it open. She was greeted by the musty smell of vanilla.

Miss Elizabeth Baldwin lye in bed face up, snoring like there was no tomorrow. Her mouth was agape like an open door on lose hinges. She mumbled non sense words that were barely distinguishable to Vittoria. “And to think, all those years at the training academy's should go to waste in one night of sleep.” Vittoria said, one hand on her hip and her head cocked to one side in mock imitation of the vituperative Elizabeth Baldwin. Vittoria now more comfortable strode over to a bureau next to Miss Baldwin's head.

Vittoria pulled open the top drawer and commenced to pulling it open. There were several pieces of jewelry littering the bottom accompanied by different sized corsets ranging in the most disturbing colors known to man. Quietly Vittoria rummaged around searching. It had to be here somewhere. When she decided the drawer would be of no help she moved onto the next. Three drawers down she found what she was looking for. Carefully she slung a vest around her shoulders peering down in her hand. A brown grey pouch now resided in the palm of her left hand.

Smirking in triumph Vittoria closed the drawer a little harder than she normally would have. The bureau rocked back and forth until it finally rested on its bottom back where it was. Vittoria exhaled only to take in another mouthful of air. A cold hand had clasped onto her wrist. She froze instantly. That hand could only belong to one person. Vittoria wracked her brains searching for a reason why she would be searching and stealing from Miss Baldwin. Vittoria turned around only to find that Miss Baldwin was still fast asleep. Vittoria exhaled and slowly pried the hand off of hers, and tossing it onto the bed. Taking one last glance at Miss Baldwin, now drooling on her pillow, Vittoria walked out of the room shutting the door and locking it from the outside just in case.

Once in the hall Vittoria relaxed a little more. She stowed the pouch carefully into the inside pocket of her newly acquired vest. Carefully she crept along the shadows back downstairs. She tapped the pouch and her locket reassuringly.

Vittoria grabbed a small iron shovel that was leaning against the fire place and walked back to the metal bucket on the floor. She dumped the water out onto the floor in a small layer being careful to spread it out all over the white tiles. Next she took the shovel and scooped several shovelfuls of the light grey ash onto the floor. On contact with the water the ash turned midnight black and stuck to the floor like mud. Vittoria ripped down the draperies and smothered them in the gump and smeared several fistfuls on the walls.

She stepped into the fire place and turned to marvel at her masterpiece. It would take ages for it all to be cleaned. Good luck you four, she thought to Miss Baldwin and her daughters as she turned and started to ascend the chimney. The smell of ash was getting thicker and it became harder and harder to refrain from coughing. Finally Vittoria pulled herself up and out of the chimney. It was still pouring like mad but Vittoria braced the thrill of the water and of the task set before her.

 

 

 

Here is the other little bit of it:

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9---- The Betrayal and the Kiss 

 

    The crew of the Striker had thrown the grapples  over board to the other ship. The metal hooks dug into the wood and cluyng to it. Men were scurrying over before any man on the Enchantess could make a move to stop the progression. Once they were aboard  swords cleaved the air meeting each other with a loud reverberating clang that issued a large spray of crimson sparks. Gun fire was answered with gun fire. Men lay askew on the ship in various spots, either injured or farb worse. Just as  another band of the Striker's crew was halfway onto the Enchantess Vittoria  had flourished her sword and ran the length of the starboard bow slicing the grapple ropes. The men cascaded into the bucking waves of the sea, as if  everything was happening in slow motion. Vittoria lookeed around and coccluded that the Striker was aiming for the keel of the Enchantess. They weree tryting to sink her. A thought then occured to Vittoria.

    The Enchantess and her crew could escape if only the Striker could not pursue them.  A ship like these couldn't possibly sail  without sails, unless they used oars. The thing to do was to injure them in sa spot that would give the Enchantess time enough to escape.  "Aim for her masts!" She screamed to the men who were busy loading the guns.  The men looked at each other in confusion before silently aggreeing to firing. It seemed odd to Vittoria that they would obey someone other than the captain of the ship. The cannons bucked as the balls skirted out over to their target. In a few second's time all three of the Strijker's masts were snapped in two.  Vittoria was about to leap into thre air in a sudden burst of joy when an arm gripped her around the waist.

    "Hey pretty girl." It cooded in her ear. It was a sqeacky voice of a boy. Not much older than herself. There was a horrible drowning smell of rotten eggs as the Voice spoke. Vittoria's whole body suddenly went tense. She still had her sword in her hand. It was leaning against the front of her thigh. Maybe the boy hadn't seen it yet. Vittoria hoped.  She spun around. Standing there flashing a broad smile that revealed several crooked yellow teeth was Craven. His hand reached for her chest. Out of instinct Vittoria brough the sword up to her attakers height and brought it down on his wrist. The blade met its mark. There was a deep gash on the boys wrist. Violet blood sqirted everywhere. Craven called out in pain. he pulled out a pistol.

    He wasn't fast enough. Vittoria had already pulled the trigger on her own weapon before he could even point his gun at her. There was the sound of metal scrapping metal and the high pitched shreak of metal whizzing through the air as the bullet shot out toward its target.  Craven looked shocked at first. He stared at Vittoria with hate. A few seconds later his eyes glazed over and he fell backward onto the deck. Vittoria exhaled a breath she hadn't even noticed she had taken in.  She had shot someone.  She had actually fired a weapon and as the result, somebody died. She had no other choice. She did what she had to do. He pulled a gun on her and she shot him. It was eithr him or her. It wasn't her time to go. It still hurt Vittoria that she had taken someone's life away from them.  She was mesmerized, off in her own little world. 

     A loud clashing of a sword hitting the wood of the deck snapped Vittoria back to the present moment. She turned around to see who had been disarmed. Hopefully not one of the crew members of the Enchantess. She noticed that Jack had disarmed one man. The sailor lie face up staring up into the black sky through sightless eyes. Jack was also in a particularly nasty battle with another sailor. The swords licked each other playfully, tempting one another into a tense and long whinded battle. Sparks flew like mad. Vittoria watched in horror as the sailor tripped Jack by sticking a long thick leg out in frontn of Jack's dancing feet.  Jack's sword flew from his hand and landedc in the back of one of the Striker's men. The man crumpled to join his fellows in the skys above, or the infernol below.  jack's opponent lifted Jack up by the hair and faced him toward his own bearded face.

    "Wot have we got 'ere?" The man said inspecting his prey. "Why it's old jacky! After all the problems you've bin causin' us, I think I might do you in right now." Jack looked calm. Deep down he was shaking like a leaf. What would death be like? Darkness? Light? He hoped he would go above with the angels. He didn't think he had done anything to deserve to go to Hell. After all, none of huis sins were as bad as they seemed.

    Vittoria heard what the sailor had said. She wouldn't.... no.... she couldn't let him kill Jack. He was her friend. He had help[ed her get to sea. He was the one who would talk to her.  She had to stop it from happening. Abandoning all thouught of  saving herself from the current crisis, she luunged in Jack's immeadiate direction. Just as the sail;or brought his sword down to Jack's throat it met with the blade of Vittoria's. Vittoria pushed Jack aside in a protective manner and placed  herself in between the two of them. The sailor smiled to himself. He had no teeth.

    "If you're planning on taking him," Vittoria said letting her anger show through herb eyes and her words, "You'll have to take me too.  If he has to die at the hands of you, then so will I." Vittoria knew this was a risk. But it was one she would have to take. It was something she would have to do. Even if it meant that she would never potntially find her father.She already knew where Jack was.  She knew he was alive. As for her father...

    "Alright. More for us to eat when the store start to get low again." The sailor smiled. This put a whole new twist on things. She would rather be aklive than be roasted and eaten.  Anger swelled up insoide Vittoria and showed itself through her sword fighting. Man and girl faught viciously for life. The swords clashed and clanged together  as if they were animals fighting for the right to mate with a certain female. The sailor's sword swung over Vittoria's reach and came down hard on Vittoria's shoulder.

    Scarlet blood cascaded every where. Vittoria placed a hand to the burning mark and held back a scream of pain. Quickly she dropped her hand and continued to battle. Every move she made to inflict a wound upon the sailor he always countered and blocked it. He was unscathed. Vittoria was torn up pretty badly. Blood gushed from the wounds and stained the fabric of her clothing. She was going to lose for sure. She knew in her heart that her sacrafice would mean that Jack would live. She was terrified at the idea of dying but embraced it all the same. Then she rembered the gun that was tucked into her waist. Maybe, just maybe she could fire it.

    The sailor made a violent swing for her neck. Vittoria ducked a moment before it would have made contact with her skin. She rolled head over heels away from the man. Then, pulling the gun from her waist and facing the stunned sailor, she fired. The entire scene went by in slow motion. Cannon fire went off in every direction. Men screamed and crumpled on both of the deck's. Dmitri Van Hugh's ship had caugh fire in the tween deck. The mast's aboard the Striker were cracked and shattered, the patched black sails blazed with flame.  Morgan Flint was standing and fighting three of the Striker's men on his own. Jack stood off to the side with a look of fright on his face. He had a small srape on his cheek bone below his left eye.  The bullet sped toward its victim and struck. It dug into his chest and burrowed out of his back.

    The fight was over. The Enchantess was victorious. The Striker wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. unless of course the men were up to using the oars. Jack walked up to Vittoria. She was sore. Pain vibrated through her entire body. Blood seeped its way out of her wounds. The white fabric of her shirt was tainted a rust copper color. She felt like she was going to faint. Jack wrapped his arm around her waist so that she wouldn't fall back. All around the men were cheering and jumping for joy. They had won. Though a little bloody and beat up, they weren't any worse for the wear.

    Flint ordered them to put on all sail as quick as possible and stear them around in the direction of France. He walked his way back toward his cabin. Hre patted the men that walked by him on the arm as a gesture of good will and appreciation. "Hoist the color's men. Let them know who won and who had showed mercy!" He called out. Then he was hidden as he swung the door to his cabin shut. The men smiled and sang out, "Fifteen men on a dead man's chest yo ho ho and a bottle of rum1" They cried out merrily, "Drink and the devil had done for the rest! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" It was a pirate song. About the infamous Flying Dutchman and the crew. Primarily its Captain--- Davy Jones. Thney say the ship was in fact a ghost ship that was doomed to sail the seas for eternity.

    Jack helped Vittoria into their cabin. Vittoria let her sword fall to the floor where it clanged and dripped blood onto the stained wood. She sat down on the edge of her bed.. Slowly, with a lot of effort, she kicked off her boots. They skirted under the bed and lie still. She opened a drawer and took out a roll 0of black fabric. She ripped a piece off and wrapped it ourouond her bleeding wrist. She tried to do the same thing to her screaming shoulder but her sleeve got in the way. "Here, let me do that." JAck offered. He smiled a little in an effort to cheer her up and to probably get her mind off of the pain and death caused by her. Not to mention the wounds inflicted upon her by the sailor's.

    Jack ripped her sleev e off from the top of her shoulder. For the first time Vittoria saw how deep he gash actually was. Three inches deep. Dark red flowed like a water fall on a hot summer day. The wound was five inches long and about three inches wide. That sailor must have used a pretty o, you need to have pressure put on this to stop the bleeding." Vittoria nodded. She allowed him the courtesy to dress the other wounds except the one on her waist. Shewould do that one herself later. It wasn't that painful anyway.  Jack sat down on the bed next to her and stared at the floor. He was searching for the right words to say. He felt terribl that he had been the one that had caused her to get in the fight with that sailor. Why hadn't he stepped in to help out?

    "Thank you." He started. Vittoria looked at him questioningly. "You saved my life. Again. That man would have killed me if you hadn't stepped in. I just can't believe that I didn't try to help you. I guess that I was Just shocked at what you had done. Not to mention that you put up a really good figh against a sailor that was two times your size. And the fact that he was like fourty times stronger than you too. I just want you to know that I am really sorry for what happened. I hoped that if I kept an eye out on you, that maybe you wouldn't get hurt.

    "I also wanted to tell you that I owe you more than I do old Tom back in England. And only God knows how much I am in debt withn that poor man. I've beemn paying him half of what he charges. I owe you my life. well two of them. All I owe Tom is a few measly meals of pork, eggs and bread. Not to mention the coffee sand all of that pork fat that comes with the meal." Vittoria smiled at this. The pork was pretty greasy. She didn't have enough energy lefy in her body to give a full fledged smile. She felt bad that Jack thought it was his fault that she was so badly injured. Even though it was, she couldn't help but think that it was her own decision to sacrafice her life for his. She didn't like seeing Jack looking this way. She could see thathis wise side was commikng out, like a beam of sun ray trying despereatly to break through a bleak sky.

    "You don't owe me anything. you have kept my secret. You re also my friend. I wouldn't stand arouind and watch some pirate takem your life and do absolutely nothing about it." Vittoria said looking Jack in the eyes. He looked happier at this news. His eyes glowed a shade brighter blue than before. Vittoria herself felt a little stronger. Energy seemed to be returning to her boidy. The bleeding had finally stopped. She looked down at the floor hoping against hope that Jack might say something more to her. When she looked up again he kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss. Still, to Vittoria it seemed to last several sunlit days. She wanted it to go on forever. Her stomach filled with butterflies and wiped out any ideas of shock. This definetly changed thier relationship.

    When they finall broke apart Jack looked down at the floor. "Sorry." He mumbled, though he didn't sound too sorry at all. He actually sounded  happy. "I didn't mean to do that. I mean I did but-" Vittoria cut him off. It was her turn. She kissed him. It was sweet and tender.

 

 

I hoped you liked  this. Its not completely finished and I need to add a lot more to it. Bear with the miss spellings and other things that don't make sense. I was rushing. Also, im only human.

 

---- Sabastian Rainey