willofthewisp
Scanning the ever-climbing waves, James Norrington squnited. It was almost as if he could manifest the Black Pearl and its arrogant captain. He shook his head at the decision to extend a pirate good sportsmanship. Head-start, he scoffed.
"Commodore?" He heard a voice behind him.
Turning briskly, he saw Gillette on the deck of the Dauntless with him. He managed a smile-- the crew being the only the only source of enjoyment on this, this death voyage.
"We're coming up on the Pearl," Gillette said.
Snatching the spyglass from him, James ran up to the helm. Sure enough, black sails peeked through the darkening sky.
"Sir, the wind's picking up. We suspect a hurricane. Please. Let's find a port."
"I made myself a promise I would catch the infamous Jack Sparrow. If his ship can sail through it, so shall ours." Taking the helm, he steered the oaken wheel in the direction of the other ships, the black sails just disappearing into the horizon. The foamy waves began to reach even higher, washing upon the deck as if it was a beach. Long, drawin-out howls accompanied it, the wind knocking the ship to and fro.
"We'll capsize!" James could hear the men rushing to the ropes, up and below the decks. Sneering, he kept calling the commands. Not this time, Sparrow. Not this time...
Stinging rain and even harsher gusts covered the Dauntless. When the men began losing their footing, James attempted to turn the helm. His own feet slipped on the flooding deck. No, he thought. He jerked his head to search for the men. White waves swept over the deck, and the deck seemed to greet all of them. It couldn't be.
They were capsizing.
In a swift motion, James dropped into the frigid water, more and more toppling over his head. The ship followed, almost crashing down on him, crushing his comparitively small body. That's how it felt. Small. Amid a vast sea with wind almost blowing him through the water, James flapped his arms. The surface was so close. The waves would part and he could freestyle to a nearby island. He could get help. He spoke a dozen languages, could always use his knife if.... The waves probably knocked his knife away from him. Wiggling out of his boots, he opened his mouth to take in the stirring air before the water pulled him down again.
"James Norrington."
"Who..." he tried to ask, but the water rushed into his mouth.
"Take my arm."
Before he could even figure whose voice was speaking to him and how he could hear it, his grasping hands caught the arm of another being.
Soon, he was pulled out of the colliding waves, the entire hurricane underneath him. Looking up, he saw what appeared to be a woman.
"I'm going to save you," she said.
To be continued
"Commodore?" He heard a voice behind him.
Turning briskly, he saw Gillette on the deck of the Dauntless with him. He managed a smile-- the crew being the only the only source of enjoyment on this, this death voyage.
"We're coming up on the Pearl," Gillette said.
Snatching the spyglass from him, James ran up to the helm. Sure enough, black sails peeked through the darkening sky.
"Sir, the wind's picking up. We suspect a hurricane. Please. Let's find a port."
"I made myself a promise I would catch the infamous Jack Sparrow. If his ship can sail through it, so shall ours." Taking the helm, he steered the oaken wheel in the direction of the other ships, the black sails just disappearing into the horizon. The foamy waves began to reach even higher, washing upon the deck as if it was a beach. Long, drawin-out howls accompanied it, the wind knocking the ship to and fro.
"We'll capsize!" James could hear the men rushing to the ropes, up and below the decks. Sneering, he kept calling the commands. Not this time, Sparrow. Not this time...
Stinging rain and even harsher gusts covered the Dauntless. When the men began losing their footing, James attempted to turn the helm. His own feet slipped on the flooding deck. No, he thought. He jerked his head to search for the men. White waves swept over the deck, and the deck seemed to greet all of them. It couldn't be.
They were capsizing.
In a swift motion, James dropped into the frigid water, more and more toppling over his head. The ship followed, almost crashing down on him, crushing his comparitively small body. That's how it felt. Small. Amid a vast sea with wind almost blowing him through the water, James flapped his arms. The surface was so close. The waves would part and he could freestyle to a nearby island. He could get help. He spoke a dozen languages, could always use his knife if.... The waves probably knocked his knife away from him. Wiggling out of his boots, he opened his mouth to take in the stirring air before the water pulled him down again.
"James Norrington."
"Who..." he tried to ask, but the water rushed into his mouth.
"Take my arm."
Before he could even figure whose voice was speaking to him and how he could hear it, his grasping hands caught the arm of another being.
Soon, he was pulled out of the colliding waves, the entire hurricane underneath him. Looking up, he saw what appeared to be a woman.
"I'm going to save you," she said.
To be continued