Davys_Luver
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Post by Davys_Luver on Aug 15, 2007 16:19:50 GMT -5
Alonge with that other story which I am still writting (Another Change) I am also writting this one as well.
Chater One/Prolog
-- Storm
Snap, boom, crash. The sound of the cracking ships hull echoes throughout the minds of the crew. The sails catch the wind one way, and then another; ripping small holes that seemingly grow larger by the minute. The Tempest, she cannot hold one much longer. The waves reach high above her sides, smashing down onto the deck. Tumbling seaweed and rocks are thrown up into the air, and what goes up, must come down. The crew dives every direction to keep from being struck by falling debris. Everyone would love to go somewhere below deck, just to get away from all this commotion. But if their captain is outside at the helm, so must be his crew. Ropes are flung from one man to another, in hope that the other can catch it and tie it down safely. But the high strung wind doesn’t help at all. Things that are meant to go one way are sent just the opposite. Men are shot down to the floor as either something had hit them, or the wind has caught them
A girl, by the age or seventeen, the adopted daughter of the captain, emerges from a corner of the ship. She looks around the place to see a mess of contusion and terror.
“Hey!” Someone calls out for help.
The girl turns to the voice. A man has been snatched up by a wave and thrown into the railing where broken rails and debris have him pinned. The girl races over to help him. She kneels down by his side and pulls up on the wood with all her strength.
“I can’t do it without you!” She yells over the screaming gusts of wind.
The man underneath pushed up as the girl pulls. Together they could lift it up and off, but the wind is too strong. It pushed it right back down. Among all this noise, a voice is heard. It is the captain, and it is not good news.
“Grab hold!”
The girl looks up toward the hull. Lightning shines bright and the view becomes visible. A massive rock wall appears in front of them. The girls eyes widen and she screams as the ship glides, smashes, and breaks into the rocks; shredding the underside of the ship. Water bursts into the base of the ship, and quickly makes its way into the cargo hold.
As if someone said something, it seems like time slows down. The girl looks around her as men gather. The two brothers who are on the ship, come together. The captain, seeing as there is nothing more he can do, comes down to the deck and meets up with his son. As the girl watches, she thinks. Everyone on this ship had a blood relative that they know of and will miss. She on the other hand, has no one that she remembers. She was found by this captain, and he is all she knows.
Turning every-which-way, she eventually finds a board which has come loose from the wind. It looks like it would be able to hold her whole body. She runs over to is just quick enough. Right as she grabs hold of it, a wave comes by. Crashing into her and sending her to the side and off the ship. Never does she let go of that board. She has stuck herself to that board like she is going to the electric chair. As she floats farther out, the ship disappears behind the waves. She lay on the board, thinking to herself. She will never be able to meet her real family now, and they would never be able to meet her. She laid her head on the board, allowing water to splash up and over her head. ‘Why?’ she thought. “Why!” she then shouted, lifting her head up to face the sky. The waves slowly descend in their height, and still take her out farther into the unknown. All she can do now is wait…and hope for some miracle to save her life.
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Davys_Luver
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Post by Davys_Luver on Aug 15, 2007 16:20:21 GMT -5
Chapter Two
-- Lost and Alone
Knock…knock knock…knock knock knock knock… knock… knock knock… Haylie woke up to a seagull pecking at the board she lay on. The bright light causes her to squint her eyes. It’s a beautiful day in the Caribbean. You would never have known what last night had been like if you were not caught in it. Haylie sat up, stretching her arms and neck. She looked at her surroundings. Water. Water, water, water. To her left, she saw water. To her right, she saw water. It was nothing but miles upon miles of endless ocean waves. But looking behind her was a different story. When she turned, not far away from her, just a few miles out, there was an island. A small one, but one at least.
She didn’t have much strength, but with what little strength she had, started paddling her way toward the island. It wasn’t something she would put on her to do list; One: get lost at sea. Two: paddle to island with your arms. Three: ...there is no three. But she had to get to shore. There would be no hope for her out here in this blistering hot sun.
What seemed like hours, only turned out to be minutes. The island had been closer than Haylie had thought. As she neared the shoreline, she was growing weaker. Hitting the sand was the best feeling ever. There were no waves to rock her around, no salt water to get into her mouth, and no gosh darn seagulls to peck at her.
Haylie lied there for a few minutes, restoring her energy. It felt good to give her body a break. She had been through a hard time last night in the storm, and her arms were killing her from getting herself to this island. The sun was hot, but it felt good as the seawater was taken away from her skin. After a while, she brought herself to her feet and went to go take a look around. The island was small. So small that she could probably walk around the whole thing three times within an hour. But, with that little bit of hope in the back of her mind, she walked on around the island.
The sand felt good to walk on, instead of a hard crusty deck of a ship. She hadn’t been on land for about a year. The captain she had been adopted by was a dedicated man to the sea. It was his life; as it is to almost all men. But she didn’t care much. She loved the sea as much as any man did. She felt at home on the waters. A strange feeling would enter her body every time the water would touch her. A feeling that told her she was meant to stay here. Now being on land, there was a totally different feeling. One that she wasn’t used to. But she walked on, looking for any signs of human life.
She had to have walked around the island already. She was coming up to the spot where she had washed up ashore when she noticed a little cabin between the trees. “Life!” she said to herself. She took off running toward the cabin. But as she got closer, it showed its true looks. The cabin was nothing but an old run down, breaking piece of trouble. “Well, it will have to do for a while.” She entered the cabin to take a closer look. It was small. Probably just a get away cabin for one person. There was an area for a bed, and a desk. It was really nothing, but would be a safer place for Haylie to stay for the night.
The sun was setting fast. Haylie had spent the whold day searching for food or water, but no avail. The island had long since been abandoned, and therefore, no food or fresh water was to be found. Not even a stream was here. Haylie, tired from having eaten nothing and drinking no fluids, slowly made her way back to the cabin. She stepped inside and sat down in a corner. She looked around the cabin she sat in, and noticed something next ot her. A small little book. She picked it up and opened it. A journal, with nothing written in it. She looked around a bit more, and found a writing utensil. Since no one had written anything in it, she decided that it could now be hers. Placing it next to her again, she looked up and saw a full moon shining down on here. At least there would be some sort of lighting tonight. It was dark inside the shack of wood, but since the roof had caved in at in section, the moonlight shown in.
Snap…crack…Haylie suddenly woke to a sound. Snap…there it was again. Something was out there, and she couldn’t see it. Haylie backed up farther into the corner and brought her knees to her chest; making herself into a little tight ball. Crack…snap…whatever was out there was getting closer. Haylie shivered from her nerves. She could see a slight shadow outside the cabin door. It came closer and closer. Then the owner of that shadow stuck its head into the cabin. A raccoon stood there, sniffing the doorway. “Scat!” Haylie shouted. The raccoon, not knowing what the heck she was, or what she was doing there, raced off into the trees and scattered up a one. Haylie took in a big sigh, and tried to calm herself down; thinking positive.
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The next morning, Haylie woke to nothing pecking at her door, and nothing crawling over her. The occasional ladybug, or grasshopper would pass by her ear, but nothing landed on her.
A new day, and maybe new hope. She exited the cabin and looked around. A butterfly flew by her face, and that was all. She was the only living thing on this island besides the creatures. The only living human being.
Haylie walked over to the waters edge, and sat down in front of it. The ocean waves would creep up, and just barley touch her feet. She sighed and look on over the sea. She was losing her hope.
“No one is going to look for me. I have no blood relative who I know of. They won’t even think to look here.” She looked behind her at the old cabin. “If that piece of junk looks like that, then there is nothing here for me.” She sat there for a while more and then got back up. She went back to the cabin to see if there was anything actually useful around it. And there was. A dingy was tied up behind the old cabin. It seemed to be in pretty good condition, so she took it.
Dragging it over to the water, she placed it in and left it float. She pushed on it to see if any water leaked through. Nothing came. She took one last look at this God for bidden land, and set off in her little boat.
There was but one oar, and only half of it at that. But it would have to do. Hey, at least it was better than using her arms. Haylie passed the waves that were crashing into the shore, and left out to sea. The farther she got, the more she felt at home. Why? She didn’t know why. It was like someone was telling her she was at home and should stay there.
When she was far enough out, she let the current take her where it wanted. Maybe it would take her into a port of some sort. She lay back in the boat and closed her eyes; letting her arm and hand slip over the side and into the water. The coolness of it tugged at her hand. She smiled as it tickled her.
A slight breeze starts to pick up. One that isn’t annoying, but pleasant. The Caribbean sun beats down on Haylie, but with that slight breeze, and her hand in the water, the dun felt good. Haylie opens her eyes and looks up at the sky. He life wasn’t really going the best way ever. First, she is abandoned by her parents: for who knows what. Then, she is adopted into an all guy family. She had no one to speak with for “girl talk”. Now she loses the only family she has ever known, and is lost and alone.
She wonders if she’ll find anything out here. Another island with people on it this time would be nice. Or just a passing ship with someone aboard who could take her for a ride into port. But none of that looks promising right now. It is still just an endless sea of nothing for miles on end.
Hunger…dehydration…both are starting to bite as Haylie. The ocean water looks delightful, but she knows better than not to drink sea water. Drinking that will make it worse. Hours pass by, and the heat gets worse as the breezed has long since gone. Haylie splashed water onto her, but it quicklt evaporates. She cant swim to cool off because she is too weak. All she can do is hope that something good will pass by soon.
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Davys_Luver
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Post by Davys_Luver on Aug 15, 2007 16:20:41 GMT -5
Chapter Three
-- Rescue
A/N: If ANYTHING is every misspelled, or miswritten in some way, please post a reply of what and where the mistake is. I’m really fast at typing, so I easily make mistakes at times. Thanks!
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Haylie was so exhausted from hunger and dehydration, that she never knew that she had fallen asleep in the boat.
As a new day begun, a new event would hit her. An event that no one would want to have happen to them. But for Haylie, it was a different story. She didn’t know it at the time, but would soon find out that today would be the best day of her life.
Alone with this new day, a new thing to awake her was also here. But this time, instead of a bird waking her up, it was a shell being thrown at her head. Not just one shell, but two, and then three. By the third shell, she finally woke up. But still dehydrated, she was dizzy, tired, and everything seemed to be a blur.
Koleniko and Clanker; two members of the Dutchman crew. The two who where responsible of throwing the shells at Haylie’s head. Well, Clanker at the most. The two of them had been walking by the railing when they looked over and saw a girl at sea. Koleniko had tried to wake her by calling to her, but Clanker had a different idea. One that would wake her up no matter what, but would now give her a headache from the pain.
Haylie slowly sat up and rubbed her head. Everything about her was slow moving. If she moved to fast, a painful headache would race through her. She turned in the direction of where the shells thrown at her head came from and saw a ship. Right there in front of her. This had been what she had hoped for. Human life who could take her to port or something. She looked up at the ship and noticed to men leaning over the side. Her vision was blurry, so she could not see who they really were or what they looked like for that matter.
“Hey you!” Clanker called. “What’s a young lady such as yerself doin’ out here?”
Haylie heard a man say something, but could only make out the words ‘hey…young…such as….here…’ She wanted to respond, but she couldn’t speak.
“Heck, what’s her problem.” Clanker said to his partner with a confused look.
Koleniko on the other hand had a worried look. “Hey, I don’t think she’s all there. She doesn’t look good.” He looked at the girl and saw her sitting there confused, and lost.
Clanker looked over at Koleniko. “So, what do you suppose we do?”
“What do you think!?”
Clanker stood there and thought. Nothing came. He was just being annoying right now, and not being serious.
Koleniko shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Hand me a rope.”
“What?” Clanker asked, still confused.
“Hand me a rope. I’m going to go down and get her.”’
Clanker reluctantly left to go fetch a rope. When he returned, he spoke, “When the captain finds out you did this…”
“I know, I know.” Koleniko had thought about that. But he was a risk taker, and right now he wanted to get this girl to a safer spot. He, unlike the others on the ship, had a bit more of a caring personality.
He tied the rope to the ship, and had Clanker hold on to it as well. As he was about to set over the railing to go down, someone came up to them. Penrod. The annoying little shrimp who always got these two blamed for even something they didn’t do.
“What you doing?” he asked.
Clanker rolled his eyes and looked a Koleniko for an answer; which he didn’t have either. Koleniko looked over at Penrod and glared.
“You do not speak of this.” He told him. Penrod came jumping over and took over the railing to see what Koleniko was up to.
Penrod’s eyes grew wide. “What do you think you’re doing! The captain’s not going to like this.” Penrod was just about to turn around and go tell, when Clanker came up to him and grabbed him; lifting him up off the deck.
“You don’t want to be doing that.” Penrod looked Clanker in the eyes with a questioned look. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if this gets out that he..”
“WE!” Koleniko made sure to get that in there.
“…We did this. You got it?”
Penrod shook his head the best he could, and Clanker set him down. Penrod just slowly walked away, frustrated that he couldn’t speak of this. Clanker was five times bigger than him, so he didn’t want to risk it.
With the annoyance out of the way, Koleniko proceeded to descend down the side of the Dutchman. Once at the bottom, he pulled the girls boat over to him. Haylie was on the verge of passing out. She looked over at Koleniko with a blank look, but didn’t seem to be afraid. Koleniko reached out to her and grabbed her. Surprisingly, the girl came to him without holding back. He wrapped the rope around her waste and told her to hold onto the rope as she would be pulled up. Haylie was able to understand that, and held onto the rope. Koleniko yelled up to Clanker to haul her up.
Before he started to climb back up, he noticed something in the boat. He looked down and by his side was a journal. Knowing it must be the girls, he took it up with him.
When he came to the deck, Clanker had already undone the ropes around the girl and sat her down. Haylie moaned from the pain in her body. She shut her eyes and lowered her head, trying to get away from the light. Koleniko walked over to her and kneeled down.
They were the only two out there when they brought Haylie aboard…until now. That distinctive sound, the sound of someone walking, the sound that only the crewmembers would know. Their captain. Penrod hadn’t said anything. Their captain had just found this on his own.
He walked up behind Clanker, who was standing in the view of Haylie.
“What are ye two doing-uh?” He asked them. They were looking suspicious.
Clanker froze in the words of his captain. He looked down at Koleniko for an answer to give him. But Koleniko shut it eyes and sighed. There would be no getting out of this.
“He had nothing to do with this sir.” Koleniko started. He didn’t want his best bud to get the blame for what he had wanted to do in the first place.
Clanker moved out of the way and let the captain lay his eyes on what the two had brought aboard. When Jones did see what they had brought, he remained calm. It was strange for him to do so, but he did.
He stepped over to the young girl on his ship and kneeled down to her. He took a good look at her, looking at her condition, before he spoke.
“Bring her inside my quarters.” Clanker and Koleniko looked at each other confused by his statement, but didn’t say anything on it otherwise.
The two men picked up Haylie and gently guided her into Jones’ cabin. They laid her on the bed, which Jones never actually had used, and stepped back.
Jones walked up to the girl and kneeled down to her height. He tried to get her to speak.
“What is yer name lass?”
No answer. Haylie was pale, weak, and delirious.
“Bring her some fresh water-uh.”
Clanker and Koleniko immediately went to do their orders. Jones continued to look at the girl. Something about this young girl was nagging at his memory. He had never seen her before. Or had he? He was confused as Koleniko and Clanker were when they found her. Why would she have been out their on her own? Where did she come from? Who was she? He couldn’t ask her any of these questions because she couldn’t answer.
Koleniko came back into the cabin with a small jug of water. Jones motioned for him to give it to her. He did not want to touch her, so he let his crewman do it. Koleniko wasn’t too sure about this, but couldn’t refuse. He walked over to the girl on the bed and kneeled down at her side as Jones stepped away. Koleniko brought the water to her mouth, and she seemed o know what was going on because she opened her mouth to allow the water to come it. Very slowly, she drank little bits of water. When she couldn’t drink anymore, from weakness, Koleniko brought the water away and stood up. Jones told him to leave the rest by the bedside.
Before Koleniko left, he had one thing to give. “This was found with her sir.” He held out a little red journal. Quickly, Jones took it from him and looked at it. Koleniko decided to leave him alone, so he left.
Jones looked over the journal. Nothing was written in it. But it did seem to have a few pages ripped out at the beginning. Why did this girl have this journal? This journal had belonged to someone he knew. Someone that was very close to him. Someone he said goodbye to a long, long time ago. So why did she have it?
Jones was getting himself more and more confused. And the more he made himself confused, the more he wanted to ask her questions now. But that wasn’t possible. He placed the journal on a table at the far side of the cabin. The girl would need some rest before they would be able to speak with her. He took one last look at her and opened the door to leave her be.
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