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OMFG! I was planning on updating on Halloween, but my stupid laptop went dead on me. Yeah, something with the charge chord. I was feeling SOOOOOOOOO deprived. My dad calls it CWS(Computer WithdrawalSymptoms). But I got it working now and that's all that matters.
Anyway, you guys don't want to hear me babble on like an idiot(which I do a lot), you want the story! I think this chapter was better than the first. HERE YOU GO MY HOMIES!
And now presenting... CHAPTER 2! and...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...!
Back on the Pearl...
Elizabeth could barely feel her legs as she struggled to pull herself up after regaining consciousness. But as soon as she had finally accomplished pulling herself halfway up, she slipped and landed on her back. But she just decided to take this time to observe her surroundings.
It was then that she realized that she was laying on a piece of wreckage from what seemed to be a ship. All she could see was broken pieces of wood everywhere. The main mast was no where to be seen, and the main sail was draped on the water, ripped in two. 'My god, what happened? Where am I?' she asked herself.
But just then another ship came into view, this one covered in what seemed to be moss. It was not but minutes later that she was grabbed roughly by the arms by two monsters, one with a ships wheel sticking out of its back, and one resembling a hammerhead shark. Although she was scared to death, she tried not to show it, afraid of what would happen if she did.
They pulled her roughly into a longboat and began to row towards the mysterious ship, while a million thoughts ran through her head. 'What's going on? Where are they taking me? Who are they? How did I get here?' But what scared her most was the things she was hearing from the monsters.'
"She's a pretty one, aye?"One said. "Aye, that she is. We could have some fun with her." "I bet she was one of Sparrow's wenches. Heard he had 'em all 'round the globe." They continued. "I don't know. She don't look like a wench to me. She be wearing pirate's garb." "I heard rumors that Bootstrap's boy, that Turner, had a wench of his own on board." "Maybe, Maybe."
'What are they going to do with me? Who are Sparrow and Turner?' But all thoughts immediately left her head as she looked up and saw the humongous, and tattered ship looming above her, complete with yet another monster leaning over the side yelling, "Bring 'er up!"
After they had brought up the longboat, the two monsters with her grabbed her yet again, and pulled her aboard.
"Look what we found men! Look at this pretty little plaything we found on the wreckage o' the Pearl!"
"Pretty little lass she is, maybe I can go a round with 'er later," One said, while another came up behind her and squeezed her rear, causing her to jump.
But thankfully, one at least had the decency to try to get them to stop their crude behavior.
"HEY! Leave the lass alone! She ain't done nothing to deserve you men doing that to her. She probably even got some young man somewhere who'll kick your sorry arses any day. Leave her alone." It was Bootstrap who had spoke up. Little did he know that the woman before him was his own son's love. But then again, neither did she.
But those words had suddenly raised desperate emotions within her. She couldn't remember anything about her life, none the less her name. Did she have a man somewhere? Someone devoted to loving her forever, willing to do anything to keep her safe? Did she have anyone? She just didn't know. Something was clouding her brain, her memory. She just wished she could remember something. But unfortunately, she couldn't.
'Thank you...' she mouthed to the stranger.
But he could not respond, for he was being rounded upon by his colleagues.
"Why you sticking up for her Bootstrap? Who's side are you on?" "Yeah?" Another said. But he had no time to respond, for another 'monster', with tentacles hanging off of his face, came up to them, looking to be the captain, staring them all down.
"Will you all just SHUT UP?!" He asked, rather angry, his roar chilling her to the core.(a/n:hey that rhymed!) "Stop your bickering, you sound like a bunch of ninnies! Now back to business. Who do we have here?" "The only survivor of the Pearl, Sir." "The only survivor? No, that can't be right. I checked the Kraken before he went back to his cage. Besides, Sparrow's too cunning to be caught that easy, as I suspected.
"What's your name lass?" He continued. "I don't know sir." She said, genuinely baffled of her identity. "YOU DON'T KNOW?! How could you not know your own name?" He asked, laughing as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
"I reckon she's got amnesia, sir." One said.
"Well I reckon your right. But if this is who I think it is, Sparrow and Turner'll be wantin' her back. Turner even more than Sparrow. Well, we might as well return her then, 'ey men?" He said chuckling, his devious plan forming in his mind at that moment.
"AYE!" Said his crew. Although what Davy Jones had said, was troubling Bootstrap Bill. Why would his son want this women back so desperately? He decided to see what he could find out.
"I'll take her to her cabin, sir," he said, noticing the look of pure terror forming across this woman's face. He knew what she was thinking. 'What is he going to do to me?' But all he wanted was answers, and if this woman was somehow connected to his son, he would find out.
"Alright Bootstrap, take 'er below."
He didn't hesitate in the slightest, taking the girl gently by the arm, and taking her below.
But just as he had led inside the inside of her temporary quarters, she caught him by surprise by grabbing a sword and holding to his neck before he could respond.
"Hold on there lass, I'm not going to hurt you! I wouldn't dream of hurting a woman! I just want some answers." This seemed to calm her down slightly, as she put down her sword, but stepped back slightly.
"I'll try to answer as much as I can, but I assure you, I don't remember much. Just what happened since I woke up in a ship's wreckage earlier."
"That's alright, but maybe if I ask you some questions it'll help jog your memory." This seemed to peak her interest, as she simply replied, "Alright."
"Alright, lets see... Do you remember any young men... maybe one named Will?"
As soon as he said that name, something sparked inside of her, a certain fire of passion. Although she couldn't pinpoint it, she could feel it deep down inside her. But she still could not match it with a memory, so she just shook her head no.
But Bill noticed this immediate change in her attitude, and his question was answered, causing him to smile seeing what a fine woman his son had caught himself.
"What?" She asked slightly amused. "What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing, it's nothing, anyway... my second question: how did you become so good with a sword?"
"Honestly, I don't know. It just seemed natural, maybe I learned it somewhere?" She questioned aloud.
"Huh, interesting. Alright, last question: Do you remember anything about your name, by any chance? Anything at all?"
"I don't know. God I feel so helpless, you know? I feel empty, not knowing my name, not knowing if I have someone to go to. Although I do slightly remember something."
"Well, out with it girl!"
"I don't know, it's not a perfect memory, but I remember someone, I don't remember what he looked like exactly, all I can remember are those brown eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes. They make you feel safe and loved, just looking into them." she said wistfully, "me and that man, walking down the beach, hand in hand, him telling me I was his everything, the most important thing in his life, tender yet passionate kisses... I'm sorry, that's all I can remember."
"That's quite alright," he said, knowing this girl was definitely important to his son, and he would do anything to keep her safe while he could, "It's late, you should get some sleep lass, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."
"Goodnight" she said, and settled into her bed, thinking about the mysterious man she felt such a connection to deep down in her soul, the man this curious person had brought up. Maybe the mysterious stranger in her scarce memory was the key to her past. Just maybe.
So with that she settled into a restful sleep, hopeful of what the near future would bring.
To be continued...
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