UNPRECEDENTED YOUTH
Hi everyone! Update for you! You would not beleive it, but yesterady was my 3 year and one day anniversary of seeing Pirates of the Cribbean for the very first time. I had a movie marathon, lol. I would've had one last week, but I had a huge drumline rehearsal and was too tired afterwards. But! I am updating now! And I'm almost late for school, so I gotta hurry, lol. Ta! - Dis/Claimer - . x X x . Chapter Five The rowboat hit white sand shortly. Jack put the shovel over his shoulder as he got out of the boat with the others. Norrington stood idly as Elizabeth removed the compass from her belt, ready to use it. From in the boat, Creda saw the compass and stood, craning her neck for a better look. Jack came into sight. “Forget it,” he said. “You’re staying in the boat.” She gave him a look, her shoulders falling. “What?” He again ignored her continual whining and began to give Pintel and Ragetti their orders. “Guard the boat, mind the tide, watch the girl… don’t touch my dirt.” Jack walked off with Elizabeth and Norrington, and Creda slumped in the boat quite depressed. She looked up at Pintel and Ragetti; they were just staring at her as if she were a terrible plague of sorts. “Do you like me?” she asked. Both men shook their heads, muttered several things, and moved away from the boat. Creda sighed. “Do you like the sand?” “Stop talking,” Pintel ordered. “We’re not here to baby-sit. Can’t believe I’m here stuck at a rowboat with an idiot and a bothersome kid…” Ragetti walked back over out the boat, taking out the spare shovel. Creda looked up with a growing smile as he balanced it in the palm of his hand, and Pintel’s angry muttering was broken by a laugh from the girl. He looked up at his partner spinning around with a shovel vertical in his open hand, amazed (but not surprised) at how low things had gotten. Ragetti dropped it, but he picked it right back up, and Creda stood in the boat, laughing and clapping her hands. “I may join the circus!” “Me, too!” Creda jumped up, walking along the edge of the wooden rowboat, pretending it to be a high wire. However, she lost balance after four steps and fell soundly to the sand with a loud ‘Oof!’ Ragetti looked down, still trying to keep the shovel in his hand. “Oh. Are, are you alright?” “Yes!” Creda said, getting right to her feet again. “Can you juggle?” “Well… I- I dunno.” Ragetti dropped the shovel again, picking it up and balancing it more. “I’ve never really tried.” Creda looked over at the short fat bald man, shielding the sun from her eyes. “Can you juggle?” “Leave me alone.” “Can you swing from the flying trapleze?” she asked with excitement. Pintel gave her a look of confusion. “What?” “Can you-!” “No.” Pintel ignored her once again, leaving her to bother Ragetti. The sad part was that Ragetti seemed to be enjoying himself with the little wench. What an idiot. His eyes rested on the ocean, and he went white. Was that a ship? It wasn’t their ship. It was a huge ship! Offshore not by a lot! “Hey!” He rammed him elbow in Ragetti who kept the shovel vertical in his hand despite the unexpected hit and looked up to where Pintel was staring. Creda wondered why her circus friend had stopped playing and ran out from between the two of them as they ogled at the new ship. “Is that Jack’s boat?” she asked. “No,” Pintel said quietly. “That’s no ship of ours.” “Looks all dark and cursed like ours used to be, though,” Ragetti pointed out. The three of them stood estranged on the beach watching it with anticipation and curiosity. Creda sat on the sand in front of the two men watching the ship as if she were prepared to sit and listen to a long and interesting tale, but the action came almost instantly. The bow of the ship dove sharply into the calm waters offshore, its stern rising into the air and driving deep underwater after the rest of the ship, sails and all. Pintel squinted in disbelief while the shovel fell out of Ragetti’s shaking hand. Both men screamed and abandoned their site at the rowboat and left Creda sitting in the sand. She looked over her shoulder as they ran away and jumped up to run after them. She had just remembered what Jack had said about a sea monster! Maybe it ate that ship and was coming for them next! “Wait for me!” she wailed after the two men. “You stay back there and guard the boat!” Ragetti said. “We don’t want it stolen!” “But I don’t want to get eaten by the sea monster!” Creda shouted, unsuccessfully catching up to her two guardians of the present time. Her legs stretched as far as they could, but she was already getting short of breath. “There’s no sea monster!” Pintel said. “Promise!” “Yes there IS! Jack said so!” “He lied!” “Jack doesn’t lie!” Creda objected. “It’s a nice sea monster!” Pintel lied as he ran even harder. “Keep it for a pet!” Ragetti told her. Pintel lowered his voice (“Unless it keeps her for its pet,” he said), and the two of them turned a corner even faster. Creda’s shoulders sagged as she watched them disappear out of sight, but she kept hard on, scared of the sea monster and of being alone. Her torn and dirty skirts flew behind her from the high winds and her sprinting. Some sand flew up into her eyes, and she tripped and fell on her dress, only to get up and continue running. By the time Creda’s heart was ready to give out, she had found Pintel and Ragetti again. Jack, Norrington, and somebody else were sword fighting far off while Elizabeth threw rocks and shouted, but Creda was too exhausted to care. She fell over right behind Pintel and Ragetti, panting heavy into the sand with the sun beating down on her. She laid there for a minute or two as murmurs of Pintel and Ragetti’s conversation passed overhead, and she finally found some strength to prop herself up on her elbows. She looked up at the back of the two men and the scene beyond them, not sure what was really going on. She looked back out at Elizabeth and the three sword fighting men, suddenly having sand kicked into her eyes as Pintel and Ragetti ran off again. Creda stood, sighed, and ran after them angrily. “Hey! Wait for me! Where are you going!” She kept running after them, turning her head to study Elizabeth and the swordfight. Suddenly, she ran into something and fell over it, and began to move backwards! Confused, Creda looked up. She was indeed moving backwards, Pintel and Ragetti on either side of her. They looked down at her just as puzzled, and Creda soon realized that she was on top of a treasure chest! Her face lit up. “Is there really treasure in here?” she asked loudly as Elizabeth began to follow them. “We hope so!” Pintel said. “Now shoosh!” Creda saw Elizabeth running after them into a mess of jungle when she looked up. “Hey! Wait!” she said to them. “We gotta wait for Elizabeth!” Pintel and Ragetti looked back at the fuming woman, only prompting them to run faster. “Hey! Elizabeth! Elizabeth, come on!” “Stop that!” Pintel said as they dodged trees and jumped over foliage. Creda straddled the chest, hanging on for dear life. She gave him a look. “Put me down!” she wailed suddenly. “Help!” “I told you to-“ The chest slammed into a tree, the handles flying out of Pintel and Ragetti’s hands. Creda was threw from the chest, rolling to the feet of Elizabeth in a beaten pile. Elizabeth gasped and collected the girl towards her. “Creda, stay with me,” she said, standing. Creda clung to Elizabeth’s leg fearfully as the young woman went to reach for her sword but found none. Pintel and Ragetti drew theirs slowly with a grin of favor. “’Ello, poppet,” Pintel leered maliciously. Creda hid behind Elizabeth leg as she backed up, fearing the worst. But then, a low grumbling seemed to come from the depths of the island they were on. Creda looked around as the others above her did the same. It was an endless sounding growl. It was getting louder, accompanied with shouts. Finally Creda’s eyes rested on the clearing, and her eyes filled with wonder. “Wow.” A giant wooden wheel of sorts was rolling by! On top, Creda saw Norrington fighting the man she didn’t know, and Jack was running behind the wheel trying to catch up. Eyes alight, Creda ran away from Elizabeth’s side towards the wooden wheel’s path of crushed foliage in the clearing. “JACK!! I WANNA COME!!” Elizabeth’s heart skipped. “Creda! Get back he-!” An ax flew inches from her head into the side of a tree a few feet away, and she looked over her shoulder with Pintel and Ragetti to see a mass of Davy Jones’s creature-like crewmen hurtling towards them in rage. . Please Review .
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