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Lennox_chaser · 10-21-2006, 12:23 PM

Fiona stood there for a long time debating on whether or not she should tell Alex about the worst hours of her life. She leaned against the wall looking down for a few minutes knowing Alex was right about keeping stuff inside her. Besides, Alex had a right to know.

She looked up at Alex and began to weave her story. "Alright. I was either 11 getting close to 12 when I was coming to the Caribbean with my father. We took a ship to get here...how else would one travel on the sea. Anyway, the crew didn't like me...to worried about superstition. I ignored them for the most part. One night...there was a terrible storm...and our ship..went through a graveyard. When everything went calm..the crew, my father, and I saw two ships on either side of us..utterly destroyed. On one ship...there were bits of the crew working to stay alive." She pulled her coat closer to her.

"Our ship was in one piece but one of the sails had a tear in it and it would take time to fix. So we stayed there over night. While everyone was sleeping I took a row boat and rowed over to that ship I was just talking about. The crew was still working...I tried to tell them it wasn't any good that they were stuck. They didn't listen. They were too scared." Fi began to remember her own emotions at the time. Fear, Sadness, Hopelessnes. "And they had every right to be...unknown to me at the time...a group of horrible creatures were behind me. One of them grabbed me and the rest grabbed the living crew of the broken ship. I don't know exactly how long this all took..I just remember the emtions...and how terrified I was."

She shifted her gaze to look around then looked back at Alex. "They took me to their ship...and as I waited with the men from the ship..down the stair case came Davy Jones himself. He was a horrible sight. He had a squid like head, a hand, a hand that looked like some sort of claw, the rest of him look like he was human..exept for the leg..like a crabs or a lobsters. He asked the question. Would the men join the ship or would they rather die. Two out of 5
said no..and were killed. Finally he saw me. I was beyond all emotions. He demanded to know who I was and why I was on his ship. I told him who I was and why I was there. I had no choice. He said he would kill me. He grabbed my wrist with one of those tenticles that make up his beard and it left a mark on my skin. For the next few hours I was stuck on that ship..hopeing to see my father again."

"Finally, hours later, he pushed me into the sea..yelling that if she lived through this event he would come after and kill me when I was older. I was hard I knew how to swim but the dress. Yes dress I was wearing was weighing me down. I fell under the water. But..., something helped me. I felt myself being lifted out of the water by something and being pulled to some drift wood. Who ever it was brought me closer to my father's ship. Then disappeared. Martin..was on that ship and yelled out that I was overboard. The crew hurried to pull me aboard. When I was brought aboard..the crew cheered..and my father held me tight. Later he scolded me for doing something that stupid..and for scarying him half to death..he had already lost his wife..he couldn't lose me too."

Fi finished her tale and looked down at her left arm. She pulled up her sleeve gingerly and saw that the mark Jones left on her..was angry looking. No matter what she tried she couldn't get rid of the mark. It was in the shape of the suction cups on the bottom of his beard. "Sometimes it is faint..other times it looks angry..but it has remained since he did that." She showed her friend the mark in the dim light.

ooc:I'll write a little story with that story better later. So if anyone wants to read it when it is done..I'll pm it to you.

10-21-2006, 12:23 PM	#206 (permalink)
Lennox_chaser Puffskein Join Date: Oct 2005 Posts: 1,994	Fiona stood there for a long time debating on whether or not she should tell Alex about the worst hours of her life. She leaned against the wall looking down for a few minutes knowing Alex was right about keeping stuff inside her. Besides, Alex had a right to know. She looked up at Alex and began to weave her story. "Alright. I was either 11 getting close to 12 when I was coming to the Caribbean with my father. We took a ship to get here...how else would one travel on the sea. Anyway, the crew didn't like me...to worried about superstition. I ignored them for the most part. One night...there was a terrible storm...and our ship..went through a graveyard. When everything went calm..the crew, my father, and I saw two ships on either side of us..utterly destroyed. On one ship...there were bits of the crew working to stay alive." She pulled her coat closer to her. "Our ship was in one piece but one of the sails had a tear in it and it would take time to fix. So we stayed there over night. While everyone was sleeping I took a row boat and rowed over to that ship I was just talking about. The crew was still working...I tried to tell them it wasn't any good that they were stuck. They didn't listen. They were too scared." Fi began to remember her own emotions at the time. Fear, Sadness, Hopelessnes. "And they had every right to be...unknown to me at the time...a group of horrible creatures were behind me. One of them grabbed me and the rest grabbed the living crew of the broken ship. I don't know exactly how long this all took..I just remember the emtions...and how terrified I was." She shifted her gaze to look around then looked back at Alex. "They took me to their ship...and as I waited with the men from the ship..down the stair case came Davy Jones himself. He was a horrible sight. He had a squid like head, a hand, a hand that looked like some sort of claw, the rest of him look like he was human..exept for the leg..like a crabs or a lobsters. He asked the question. Would the men join the ship or would they rather die. Two out of 5 said no..and were killed. Finally he saw me. I was beyond all emotions. He demanded to know who I was and why I was on his ship. I told him who I was and why I was there. I had no choice. He said he would kill me. He grabbed my wrist with one of those tenticles that make up his beard and it left a mark on my skin. For the next few hours I was stuck on that ship..hopeing to see my father again." "Finally, hours later, he pushed me into the sea..yelling that if she lived through this event he would come after and kill me when I was older. I was hard I knew how to swim but the dress. Yes dress I was wearing was weighing me down. I fell under the water. But..., something helped me. I felt myself being lifted out of the water by something and being pulled to some drift wood. Who ever it was brought me closer to my father's ship. Then disappeared. Martin..was on that ship and yelled out that I was overboard. The crew hurried to pull me aboard. When I was brought aboard..the crew cheered..and my father held me tight. Later he scolded me for doing something that stupid..and for scarying him half to death..he had already lost his wife..he couldn't lose me too." Fi finished her tale and looked down at her left arm. She pulled up her sleeve gingerly and saw that the mark Jones left on her..was angry looking. No matter what she tried she couldn't get rid of the mark. It was in the shape of the suction cups on the bottom of his beard. "Sometimes it is faint..other times it looks angry..but it has remained since he did that." She showed her friend the mark in the dim light. ooc:I'll write a little story with that story better later. So if anyone wants to read it when it is done..I'll pm it to you.