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Next part:
Her Meeting. Enjoy!
In the eerie silence, Kat ran up the dock to a small ship positioned there. A portly little man almost ran off the edge of the boat in his haste to speak to her. “Come aboard!” he called to her. The man was sweating profusely, and seemed to be in dire need of getting off the tiny scrap of an island they were on. Kat climbed aboard the small sloop.
As she got on, the man unconsciously told her his name of Bo Beck, along with another warning of Jolly Roger. Kat still didn’t fully believe that there was a skeletal man coming after them, but she listened politely as Beck ranted about Jack Sparrow. It seemed the man had people doing favors for him left and right, land and sea. The rather irritated Beck here had apparently been charged with taking Sparrow to Port Royal, but put Kat in his place on the ship.
Just another reason to not believe he’s a completely bad man, Kat thought shrewdly. However, her upbringing made her want to believe that he was, in fact, a bad man. Only time would tell, she supposed.
Beck ordered her to grab cannon, and Kat walked up to the large, clunky piece of metal sitting on the deck of the ship. She touched it awkwardly and found some cannonballs and gunpowder to use for it. Thankfully, she had figured out some ways of a ship on her brief journey from England to here, so she wasn’t completely unaware of what she was doing. She still had Beck yell at her that she was doing it wrong though, as he glanced quickly away from the sea in front of them.
She finally figured it out as a broken, moss covered ship came into view. It had scraps for sails and what appeared to be no person on the deck. There was still an eerie presence to it as she noticed the flickering lights in the small, swirling cloud above it. It was an odd thing for her to see, for she had never seen a storm so condensed before. Shrugging, she shot a cannon ball at it for a bit of target practice. A gaping hole appeared in the side of the already broken hull, from which a ghostly green mist rose from. With a few more shots and an unnerving amount of green mist, Beck gave a brief compliment to her shooting skills, making Kat feel like she may actually survive this experience. However, not a moment later, Beck yelled in a high voice to hold fire.
Kat saw more of the unnatural green mist in the air in front of them, and watched as a similar ship to that she had just shot at came bursting out of it. She and Beck stood dazed, merely watching the barnacled ship come onto their bow side. An unnaturally loud voice hollered out into the darkness. “SPAAARROW!!!” Beck got some of his bearings together and pushed Kat a little further back into the ship, telling her he’d handle it. Still dazed, Kat let him push her and watched as what could be considered a man appeared on deck from more green mist.
The skeletal specter in front of her was like nothing she had ever seen or heard about. It was like something from her worst nightmares. She wasn’t sure if it qualified as a man or as a monster. Certainly it was animated, but it was completely unreal, like something from one of her adventure books. With empty eye sockets, a skeletal peg leg, and a terrifyingly large gun for a hand, he bore down on Bo Beck. The tattered, sea worn clothes he wore flapped in a nonexistent wind and the stout man stuttered his way through an explanation.
On his way through his explanation, Beck’s voice seemed to get stronger with Roger’s increasing silence. When he finally felt the need to get a bit angry, that was his last mistake. Roger’s hand rose, and with a burst of green smoke, Beck rose into the air and transformed before Kat’s very eyes. He quickly turned into the very thing that Roger was made of, and tossed to the side.
Roger made a move towards Kat next, and, startled, she slowly backed up, as if he was a savage animal that would strike if she moved too fast. Standing almost twice as tall as her, a prominent figure, Roger spoke to her in his deep, throaty voice. For a moment, Kat felt as if this was one encounter she would not escape alive. Perhaps her luck had finally run out, and she would finally meet her maker with the cold feel and rotting stench of Jolly Roger’s being.
She opened her eyes to see that Roger had backed off after relaying a warning to Jack Sparrow. Kat couldn’t believe it. She was still alive! It’s possible that she could have cheered if not for the fact that Jolly Roger was still staring at her with angry, empty eyes. However, a spark of hope lit up in her own eyes now; that she could possibly live to see another sunrise, or merely feel the sureness of land again.
Before she could really register it, she had been pushed to the tip of the plank by Roger. Apparently she wasn’t going to be getting off that easily. The hope dimmed once more.
Yup, yup, still seen this part, but don't worry, next chapter is going to be more interesting. Next chapter is the one I couldn't post on my blog because it was too long. We definitely have a break from the norm there. I'll probably post it on Monday. Constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks for reading!
-Kat Crestshot