Post by Regan on Feb 2, 2008 11:26:52 GMT 10
Regan shifted uncomfortably as her legs started to go numb. She did the best she could to straighten them, trying to bring some life back into them. She was hiding in a tangle of fishing net that hung from the side of the BloodWood, a huge pirate ship. It was headed towards the small unnamed isle, which housed a cave that was said to be full of precious jewels. Noone who had been to the isle came back with any treasure, but they swore there was plenty there. Regan had hitched an unauthorized ride on the BloodWood, whose crew was almost as greedy as she was, with the intention of returning to her home with a small fortune.
The ship suddenly rocked and the net swung, banging against the side of the ship. Regan cursed out loud and tried to squirm into a more comfortable position. The ship rocked again, but this time, after a booming sound. After the third time, Regan realized what was happening and was already reatching for her knife. She jerked her arm, which was tangled in the net. The BloodWood made a 180 degree turn, gining Regan a perfect view of the action.
The BloodWood was engaged in a battle with a navy ship. The ships were moving streaight towards each other and the crews were getting their grapples gready. She looked down into the dark blue water and saw men from both ships going to drill holes into the enemies ship. Now that was ironic. But not funny, Regan began to squirm, trying to get her knife.
Her instincs told her to duck, so she moved her head as far down as she could. A pair of arrows burried themselved in the wood just inches from her face. she started squirming harder now, jerking her body into akward positions trying to avoid arrows, daggers, and everything else that the navy men were throwing and shooting. She heard a slight ripping sound above her, and one of the two ropes that held the net to the ship snapped.
Regan's heart flew into her throat as she was flung into a different position. Her right knee was shoving her chin upwards, her left heel was digging into her butt, and her arms were entangled in the net above her, as far away from her dagger as they could possibly be.
Fear strangled Regan as she twisted and jerked, trying to get at her knife. If that last rope snapped while she was all tangled up....
She tried to relax and slowly streached her hand as far as she could, reaching towards her knife. Pain shot through her body as her fingers brushed against the hilt, when suddenly, the rope snapped.
She grabbed the knife just as she hit the water. She sawed at the rope that shackled her legs to each other. When that was done, she kicked them, ignoring the rope that bound her arms as she began to run out of breath. Her face dragged in a series of deep breaths as it emerged from the salty water. She cut the rest of the net and grabbed on to a floating piece of driftwood. Her legs were still numb from the days tangled in that net, she was to weak to control the path of her journey. Slowly, she began to drift away from the two ships that were still in fierce combat.
Regan woke up on a sandy shore. She blinked and looked around, confused. Then, she realize where she was and jumped up. She ran towards a cave, the only cave, which was said to contain wealth and riches. She dashed through the opening and gasped. The walls were studded with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, opals, and hundreds of other jewels. She quickjly rushed over to a particularly large amythest and tried to pry it off the wall. She cursed as it didn't give way and tried another. She cursed louder as she realized why nobody ever brough back and of the jewels. It was then, that she noticed the nest.
She walked over and carefully stroked one of the perfect, white eggs. It was slightly warm to the touch. She knelt beside it, wondering was would hatch from it. Maybe it would be a great lion, with a red mane. Maybe it would be a wolf with ice-blue eyes. Then, realizing that she was stranded on this island, she began to change her hopes. She wished for a bird, or fish, one large enough to carry her away from this cursed island. She picked up the egg and placed it on her lap, silently willing it to hatch, pressing her cheek against it's smooth, white surface.
The ship suddenly rocked and the net swung, banging against the side of the ship. Regan cursed out loud and tried to squirm into a more comfortable position. The ship rocked again, but this time, after a booming sound. After the third time, Regan realized what was happening and was already reatching for her knife. She jerked her arm, which was tangled in the net. The BloodWood made a 180 degree turn, gining Regan a perfect view of the action.
The BloodWood was engaged in a battle with a navy ship. The ships were moving streaight towards each other and the crews were getting their grapples gready. She looked down into the dark blue water and saw men from both ships going to drill holes into the enemies ship. Now that was ironic. But not funny, Regan began to squirm, trying to get her knife.
Her instincs told her to duck, so she moved her head as far down as she could. A pair of arrows burried themselved in the wood just inches from her face. she started squirming harder now, jerking her body into akward positions trying to avoid arrows, daggers, and everything else that the navy men were throwing and shooting. She heard a slight ripping sound above her, and one of the two ropes that held the net to the ship snapped.
Regan's heart flew into her throat as she was flung into a different position. Her right knee was shoving her chin upwards, her left heel was digging into her butt, and her arms were entangled in the net above her, as far away from her dagger as they could possibly be.
Fear strangled Regan as she twisted and jerked, trying to get at her knife. If that last rope snapped while she was all tangled up....
She tried to relax and slowly streached her hand as far as she could, reaching towards her knife. Pain shot through her body as her fingers brushed against the hilt, when suddenly, the rope snapped.
She grabbed the knife just as she hit the water. She sawed at the rope that shackled her legs to each other. When that was done, she kicked them, ignoring the rope that bound her arms as she began to run out of breath. Her face dragged in a series of deep breaths as it emerged from the salty water. She cut the rest of the net and grabbed on to a floating piece of driftwood. Her legs were still numb from the days tangled in that net, she was to weak to control the path of her journey. Slowly, she began to drift away from the two ships that were still in fierce combat.
Regan woke up on a sandy shore. She blinked and looked around, confused. Then, she realize where she was and jumped up. She ran towards a cave, the only cave, which was said to contain wealth and riches. She dashed through the opening and gasped. The walls were studded with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, opals, and hundreds of other jewels. She quickjly rushed over to a particularly large amythest and tried to pry it off the wall. She cursed as it didn't give way and tried another. She cursed louder as she realized why nobody ever brough back and of the jewels. It was then, that she noticed the nest.
She walked over and carefully stroked one of the perfect, white eggs. It was slightly warm to the touch. She knelt beside it, wondering was would hatch from it. Maybe it would be a great lion, with a red mane. Maybe it would be a wolf with ice-blue eyes. Then, realizing that she was stranded on this island, she began to change her hopes. She wished for a bird, or fish, one large enough to carry her away from this cursed island. She picked up the egg and placed it on her lap, silently willing it to hatch, pressing her cheek against it's smooth, white surface.
