Treasure

Chris:

He burst into the room mere steps behind them, the edge of the door hitting one of them in the head, sending him stumbling backwards a moment before Chris ran him through.

He didn't see the second redcoat, instead turning to Velna, pulling the gag free of her mouth. She didn't even get a chance to cry out a warning before the marine swung the butt of his musket into the back of Chris' head.

Carl:

He and his friends had killed the officials and the guards that had ran inside after the gunshot.

one of the pirates turned to Carl "What now?"

Car looked at him "Now we blow this ship into pieces.

"and how are we going to do that?"

Carl looked hesitant "I can't believe I'm saying this but, does anyone of you have any alcohol here."

All of them nodded and took at leas five bottles out of their pocets.

Carl looked with grave at them, but soon sayed "We need to go below deck."

The pirates understood what he was going to do. One of them asked carl "So if we are going to blow the ship appart, why did we kill the officials?"

Carl looked at him "Some of them might have survived, and the less officers they have the better."

"Now lads. Let us go."

The Pirates in disguise, ran under the deck, there was a flock of people there but they soon blend in.

Carl hastily sat in a corner and put all the rum bottles there, he surrounded the rum with the gunpowder from his gun. The he took a match.

One of the pirates looked scared "Wont the marines notice?"

Carl looked at him "Yes but it will be too late for them to do anything."

He tropped the match and shouthed "RUN!"

The men ran. Some marines tried to stop them, they ran above deck and took ropes. They swinged to their ship just in time to see the navy ship's deck bälow up. They could see a huge hole in the corner of the ship.

"Alcohol can truly kill." one of the pirates said.

"With gunpowder, yes." Carl replied.

He turned around just to see a marine pointing a muscet at Chris.

The marine looked behind him when he heard the navy ship explode, and just in time to see Carl throwing a knife in his chest.

Velna:

Velna struggled with her ropes as Chris fell unconcious next to her from the blow to the head. She felt someone cut the ropes then she grabbed CHris by his shoulders pulling him towards the upper deck. Carl picked Chris up and they ran up to their deck as the ship started sinking.

"What happened to him?" Captain demanded.

"He got hit in the head." Velna said taking a deep breatth as she tried to catch her breath. Captain nodded,

"Get him to his quarters and take care of him." She nodded and ran after Carl who was putting CHris in his cabin. She quickly grabbed some water and cloths before putting it on the bump on his head.

Carl:

Velna ran to him with a towel and a buckket of water.

"How is he?" she asked carl

"Oh, lass. The lad's going to be alright... just needs some sleep. But in the contrary.. were in a battle."

Carl took the bucket and threw the insides on Chris.

The boy woke up coughing the water out of his mouth.

"Talk about a rude wake up." He muttered.

Carl smiled at him "Aw, but lad were battiling. No time to sleep boss."

Tim



Tim laughed, this was more like it! The pirate life she had read about; this seemed rather closer to the rumours she had heard.


A navy officer walked by and she threw a punch at his head, the force knocked him out, several men walked up the stairs and she being at the top just had to drop the unconscious one oft hem to knock them over.

She looked around at them, AHH! a sword with a glinting sharp edge caught her eye, she proceeded to take and and found that it had a name.

Strange Englishmen hardly ever named their blades, she looked at it, it read, "Xavier."

She nearly dropped it, a tear forming in her eyes, the name of the blade was the dad she had lost.

Chris:

He forced himself to his feet, wincing for a moment at the pain that shot through his head, "Alright, fine." He followed them back up to the deck, seeing the navy ship sinking alongside them, a hole blown in its side. "Well, that evens the odds somewhat." He muttered, seeing that now it was almost an even match between the redcoats and the pirates.

He started forward towards the fighting, one of the soldiers drawing a sword and slashing at him. Chris blocked it easily, but the ring of steel made his head hurt even more than it had a moment before. He'd have to beat his opponents as quickly as possible this time around, if for no other reason that because of his own injury.

Still, he wasn't sure how long he'd last in this state, or even if he'd last at all.

Velna:

Velna saw Chris wavering and she ran up behind him with a sword running the guy he was fighting through the stomach. She grabbed his arm pulling him back. "They can fight without you." She said softly.

"No, I need to fight!" He protested.

"No, you can't fight." She replied pulling his arm again.

**I'm going to be gone tomorrow and the next day, so just try to keep this alive without me **

Chris:

He tried to shrug her off again, but he knew she was right. He couldn't fight in this state. God damn Carl for putting me in this position. He stumbled a little, his vision blurring as he almost dipped back into unconsciousness. His sword dropped from his hand, and he let Velna pull him away from the fight.

Velna:

Velna got him back to his cabin and then he fell back half concious in her arms. She pulled him as far to the bed as she could laying him on it after she lifted him. "Chris, rest, no one will come in here." She said softly holding a sword tightly to her side.

*tears*

Carl:

Carl was fighting with one marine. The marine used a longsword, and Carl a rapier.

In his other hand Carl had abottle of rum, that ´he mysticaly had found from the depths of his pocket.

Chris:

It was a while before he regained consciousness again, his headache still pounding from the blow to the head he'd taken. He reached over the side of his bed to the bucket
Carl and Velna had left earlier, throwing up.

Glancing up a moment later, he met Velna's eyes, seeing a concerned look on her face. She looked away again, focusing her attention on the door with a determined expression. Chris pushed himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the wall of his cabin. "Thanks, Velna."

Velna:

"What was I supposed to do, just leave you?" She asked standing up and grabbing a wet rag. She handed him some water so he could wash out his mouth then made him lay down putting hte rag on his forehead. "You still need rest."

"I'm ok, just got a headache." He said. He didn't struggle to get back up though.

Colt:

Colt walked into Chris' cabin and smiled. "Looks like your finally awake, all the other wounded have already been cared for and you were still asleep."

"How long have I been asleep." Chris demanded. Colt smiled,

"About a day." He shrugged and put a hand on Velna's shoulder. "She's been takin good care of you though, I wasn't worried." Velna's cheeks grew a rosey read and Colt smiled. "I better get back to bossy people around."

Chris:

He nodded to Colt, "Alright then. See ya round, Colt."

The captain's son shot him a quick smile and disappeared back out the door. Chris' eyes flicked back to Velna, and he noted that she was still blushing. He smiled a little, trying to break the tension, "How long am I gonna have to stay here?"

She shrugged, visibly relaxing, "Colt says another day tops. You're not to try getting up or anything for a while, but maybe by tonight you'll be ready to get back to work, as long as you don't strain yourself too much."

"Aye. That makes sense." He paused, he'd been on the verge of letting that one point go, but now his own feelings were getting the better of him again, "Why were you blushing before?" He offered her a weak smile, trying to make her see that she wasn't in any strife, but at the same time he wasn't just trying to embarrass her.

Leal:

"No reason." Leal replied busying herself.

"You don't blush for no reason, please, can I know?" He asked. His voice was seren and she looked over at him biting her lower lip.

"I'm not used to praise." She replied squeezing a rag out and setting it on his forehead. "I haven't really done that much anyways."

Carl:

he sat in a cold dark cabin. Bruises all over.

A small door openned.

"Hiya." Carl called


The guard grunted and threw in a small bread and a glass of water.

As soon as the guard had went out of the room Carl jumped on the bread and ate it fast.

He was held captive in an enemy ship.