UNPRECEDENTED YOUTH
Oh my god guys, I got into IUP!! I'm so thrilled!! i'm an Undecided fine arts Major, but I missed the music auditions this go around, otherwise I would be a Music Education Major. And of course, it would be completely awesome to be a minor in writing, but IUP doesn't offer that. Gettysburg does, though! LoL... Thanks for reviewing, guys, and keep reading! - Dis/Claimer - . x X x . Chapter Six “JACK!!” The pirate in question bent his brow and looked back as Creda came up fast behind him. He turned back around, rolling his eyes in frustration and annoyance. Soon she was by his side, and he scooped her up roughly as they ran, slinging her onto his back again. “I thought I told you to wait with the boat?!” he shouted over the wheel’s thundering through the foliage. Creda’s answer died away as Jack slipped back inside the wheel, still practically running for the key. Creda clung tightly to him and hid her head as he grabbed for the key, but Will’s sword cut the cord on the ring. Jack, however, came up triumphant with the key. “You got it!” Creda said happily as Will and Norrington turned on him immediately. “Hate to do this to you, darling, but let go and hold on tight,” Jack said, shaking Creda off of him. She fell to the rotting inside of the wheel as it rolled at a merciless speed. “Jack!” She grabbed one of the iron bars on the outside as Jack fought with the other two, and the grass was suddenly up in the sky! Creda’s eyes snapped shut in horror as she held onto the wheel for dear life. She was upside down and rolling faster with every tree that passed. Even though her eyes were shut, her stomach churned sickeningly, and she felt a woozy drowsiness overcome her. The whole… world… spun… Jack climbed up on the wheel near to Creda at that moment, and he spotted her above him as her grip loosened and she fell. He quickly looked down and shut his eyes as the impact of her body hit his shoulders. She suddenly livened, knees gripping to his ribs fearfully. “Make it STOP!!” she yelled in his ear. Then, in one swift motion, Jack was on the outside of the wheel with Creda on his back, and he leapt from the rolling wood beneath him to a giant palm frond above his head. Creda screamed as the wheels sped away with Will and Norrington shouting louder and longer than she. “Put me down!” she begged from Jack’s back. “Calm down,” he said as if she were overreacting. “Don’t you know your not supposed to look down? We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just stayed at the boat, anyway.” He suddenly let go, and he and the frightened girl fell to the ground. She clung to him even more tightly as she cried out and balled his hair up into her fists, causing him to land off balance and in a pile with Creda. He propped himself up on an elbow blinking painfully. Creda stood over him with an uncomfortable face. Something more than the fall was troubling her, and Jack saw it. He narrowed his eyes. “I saw the sea monster,” she said softly. Jack swallowed uneasily with an ill-favored expression. “Did you?” he asked in a tone somewhat high-pitched. He cleared his throat as Creda nodded and he stood. “It’s over there,” she said, pointing. Confused, Jack looked in her finger’s direction. He lifted his eyes in surprise, seeing one of Jones’s men running across the clearing with the chest. He looked down at the fallen coconuts at his feet, an idea forming. “That’s a sea creature,” he corrected Creda as he bent down and retrieved a coconut, spinning it in his hand. Creda picked one up, too, watching Jack. “But he works with the sea monster, so he’s fair game,” Jack told her. He threw the coconut at Hadrus’s head, knocking it from his shoulders with a skilled hit. Creda laughed at the sight, going towards the moaning creature as Jack settled with the chest in front of him. She stood over the talking head, her coconut raised. Hadrus winced in fear at the beaming girl. “N-no! Don’t! I’m disembodied! Ahh!” Disregarding his pleads, Creda forcefully slammed the coconut down onto Hadrus’s face. “You’re a bad sea creature!” she shouted. Her seriousness dissipated though; she burst into a giggle fit at his painful shriek. “Sorry, mate,” Jack said as Creda made her way back over to him. “She’s a free spirit, does what she likes.” Hadrus moaned openly, his body still unable to find its head. Creda giggled more as she turned her attention to Jack and the chest. Her laughter subsided and curiosity again took its place as she kneeled in the grass beside Jack, intrigued. “What’s in there?” she asked studiously. Jack held up the key, eyeing it in satisfaction. “Leverage.” Creda was bewildered at the comment as he put the key into the front of the chest. “What’s le-“ The chest opened, a hissing of air escaping as squares protruded from all around the lid of the chest. Creda’s eyes widened in wonder, and she leaned forward as Jack lifted the lid with care. Inside was this bloody red moving thing! Not gold or jewelry – a thing! “Eww!” Creda jumped up and stood behind Jack’s tall shoulder, peering over it cautiously. “What is that?” “I already told you,” Jack said, looking at the heart in the chest with a slight hesitation. “It’s leverage.” “I don’t like leverage,” Creda said with a face of disgust. “I do,” Jack said, picking up the heart with a bright and fortuitous gleam in his eye. Suddenly, Creda began shouting again, tugging on Jack’s sleeve desperately. “Ahh! Run! Run!” He looked up at the girl, but over her shoulder, he saw Davy Jones’s men coming at them fast. He shoved the heart into his shirt, slammed the lid on the chest, and grabbed Creda’s hand to pull her along. “Time to go!” Creda dodged trees and ran through tall grasses behind Jack, her hand still in his as they ran from the creatures of the Flying Dutchman. Her eyes darted, narrowly missing tree trunks and limbs as they blew passed. A flower of some sort hit her in the face and slowed her down, and Jack took her up on his back again, never losing his step. Soon, they were out of the jungle. Creda lost her hold on Jack, sliding off of his back and into the water as he ran. She sat up in the runny sand and shallow water, making another distorted face at the state of her dress and hair. Jack only looked back at her as he stopped at the boat, reaching frantically for his jar of dirt. Creda waded through the rising tide and climbed into the rowboat in exhaustion as Jack capped the jar. “Why did you put the leverage in there?” she asked him. “So the sea monster can’t get it,” he told her quickly before turning around and swinging an oar at another one of Jones’s men. Creda squealed, ducking down into the boat. “And stay in there!” Jack called after her, the fight moving away from the idle boat. Slowly, Creda chanced a look over the wooden edge, more and more creatures coming to attack. Elizabeth was now on the beach with the two funny men, fighting as well. She sat up tall on the seat of the boat ready to shout something, but a low and deep rumbling halted her. She carefully looked over at the jungle, and her eyes went wide. It was the wheel! It crushed a man right in front of Elizabeth as it proceeded to roll out into the water. Creda stared at it, a laughing smile surfacing as it slowed and fell on its side. She put a leg over the boat and hopped out, going towards it. Halfway there, Norrington and the other man she didn’t know came out shaking and disoriented. Norrington fell in the water, and she laughed again. “You fell down!” she pointed out several yards away. Norrington scowled at her dizzily as Will fell over – twice. As Norrington ran by, Creda walked up to Will as he stuggled to stand a third time. He gave her a confused look as he stood on wobbly legs. “Who are you?” she asked him. “I…” – he staggered towards the boat next, blinking and rolling his eyes in an attempt to adjust them to the nauseating spinning of the whole island. Creda frowned as he stumbled passed her without giving her an answer. “Who are you?!” she yelled as she followed him. Then, she stopped beside him, seeing his sword was pointed at Pintel and Ragetti on the other end of the boat. They grabbed an oar and net threateningly. “Come on, Turner!” Pintel beckoned. “Stop!” Creda shouted, climbing into the boat between them. “You’re not – being – NICE!” Suddenly, an oar swung passed Creda, and she squealed as Will fell over into the boat unconscious. She tried shaking him as Elizabeth came over to do the same, but before they realized it, Jones’s sea creature crewman surrounded them. “We’re not getting out of this,” Elizabeth said anxiously. Creda stood on the seat and clung to Elizabeth’s arm as the creature bore down on them laughing maliciously. “Not with the chest,” Norrington said, grabbing it from the boat. “Hey!” Creda whined. “You’re mad!” Elizabeth told him. “Don’t wait for me.” The ex-Commodore took off with Jones’s men in pursuit. The others stood watching in disbelief. “Come BACK!!” Creda shouted as loud as she could. “NO!” Jack said quickly. “I say we respect his final wish!” And of course, no one argued, immediately jumping into the boat and pulling Will the rest of the way in. As the water picked them up off of the sand they began rowing as fast as they could manage. “Jack!” Creda stood right in front of Jack, and he leaned back some at her angry scorn. “You left Norrington behind!” she said very accusingly. “He fell behind!” Jack argued. “We need to save him!” “Pirates only save themselves,” Jack said quietly as Creda frowned. “Sorry, luv, but it’s a sad truth. Not that he was the asset of me crew anyways…” Creda pouted and went to sit by Elizabeth. Jack made a face in her direction. He decided this was Elizabeth’s fault. All of it. He’d just leave it at that. . Please Review .
Leverage
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