Showing posts with label Jacinta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jacinta. Show all posts
Friday, September 21, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Captive in Questioning
This is from a story I'm writing with my friend, Luluna:
Jacinta: Rogue? Rogue you say??? The only rogue that I know of is the monster that stands before me and holds me captive, and I don't know of any redheads other than the masquerader who just tossed that red wig on the ground.
This is a deserted island. You won't find anyone on this island but me...and I mean to keep it that way.You and your kind are the reason that I left humanity in the first place.
I have done nothing. Let me go! "
She spits at him.Pirate: Rogue? Monster? Me? By what of this world do you get that from?
I seek only to recover...a special cargo...that was last seen on that red-headed rascal's ship.
If you cared for this scoundrel, you would cooperate most willingly…the longer he has this cargo…the more his life is in mortal danger. And should anything happen…to this consignment he will have no where to stop…for he will be hunted till found. The man that claims ‘ownership’ of the treasure…is powerful and very dangerous.
I’ve donned that blasted red wig as I diverted another who is commissioned to retrieve this….treasure.
Only I knew to seek you out…for I know of your kind…and how you have watched him by afar.
Jacinta: What name you go by so that I would know whom it is that is holding me captive?
IF I knew of this scoundrel--though I confess I do not--what would make me believe that you have any noble intent in this matter, or dare place my trust in you? You and your men have stormed my harbor, beaten down my door, chased me to the top of this lighthouse tower, and now hold me against my will. And if that's not all...that other pirate ship that arrived at the same time as your ship has retreated. Why do those men fear you?
And you expect me to believe that this is all to retrieve some treasure? What exactly IS this treasure? And what would make you think that this man that you hunt is in possession of it? or furthermore... that I would know his whereabouts? Who does this treasure belong to? You? or are you under someone's liege?
I can see it in your eyes and detect by your words that you indeed know my secret, and yet you boast that you know my kind. You would sooner harpoon us or catch us in your nets. My family was brutally murdered by the hands of your kind.But there was one whose heart was true that saved me and released me
from the net that bound me and would have sent me to my watery grave off the coast of Loch Eriboll
and to him I will ever be endebted. Oh, James, now you are the hunted. I will never betray you.
I roam the seas. I know of all of the doings of seafaring men. I also know of many treasures. If you promise to let me go, I could lead you to one. Just think of what you could do with all that wealth. I do not know this man that you're looking for. You are wasting your time here.
Jacinta: Rogue? Rogue you say??? The only rogue that I know of is the monster that stands before me and holds me captive, and I don't know of any redheads other than the masquerader who just tossed that red wig on the ground.
This is a deserted island. You won't find anyone on this island but me...and I mean to keep it that way.You and your kind are the reason that I left humanity in the first place.
I have done nothing. Let me go! "
She spits at him.Pirate: Rogue? Monster? Me? By what of this world do you get that from?
I seek only to recover...a special cargo...that was last seen on that red-headed rascal's ship.
If you cared for this scoundrel, you would cooperate most willingly…the longer he has this cargo…the more his life is in mortal danger. And should anything happen…to this consignment he will have no where to stop…for he will be hunted till found. The man that claims ‘ownership’ of the treasure…is powerful and very dangerous.
I’ve donned that blasted red wig as I diverted another who is commissioned to retrieve this….treasure.
Only I knew to seek you out…for I know of your kind…and how you have watched him by afar.
Jacinta: What name you go by so that I would know whom it is that is holding me captive?
IF I knew of this scoundrel--though I confess I do not--what would make me believe that you have any noble intent in this matter, or dare place my trust in you? You and your men have stormed my harbor, beaten down my door, chased me to the top of this lighthouse tower, and now hold me against my will. And if that's not all...that other pirate ship that arrived at the same time as your ship has retreated. Why do those men fear you?
And you expect me to believe that this is all to retrieve some treasure? What exactly IS this treasure? And what would make you think that this man that you hunt is in possession of it? or furthermore... that I would know his whereabouts? Who does this treasure belong to? You? or are you under someone's liege?
I can see it in your eyes and detect by your words that you indeed know my secret, and yet you boast that you know my kind. You would sooner harpoon us or catch us in your nets. My family was brutally murdered by the hands of your kind.But there was one whose heart was true that saved me and released me
from the net that bound me and would have sent me to my watery grave off the coast of Loch Eriboll
and to him I will ever be endebted. Oh, James, now you are the hunted. I will never betray you.
I roam the seas. I know of all of the doings of seafaring men. I also know of many treasures. If you promise to let me go, I could lead you to one. Just think of what you could do with all that wealth. I do not know this man that you're looking for. You are wasting your time here.
Friday, March 2, 2012
The stand-off with the pirates
Jacinta's mind races wildly. Her initial hope, that Captain James would turn his ship around and rescue her, immediately vanishes from her thoughts, and turns to panic. Might he indeed be crazy enough to do something like that? It horrifies her. She could not bear to see any harm come to him on her behalf. So many times when he was at sea, she had gone ahead of him, unbeknownst to him, and tried to protect him. Now that she had actually spoken to him...held him in her arms...
Oh why did she call out to him? Her flesh was so weak. She should have let him go on his way. How do you hold back love?
She now puts aside her fears and determines that if she can create a diversion that perhaps James' vessel will get far enough away that these men won't realize that his crew has even been there.
You rogue! Do you think I am afraid of your weapons? My people have fought your nets and harpoons for centuries!
and many died brutal deaths---horrors that flashed in her nightmares
Like a lamb, she surrenders-- ready to lay her life down if need be. She's tired of running. Tired of fighting. If they are focused on her, the focus will be off of James. It is decided.
She breathes deep and smells the sea...her home...and in her mind's eye she sees the Scottish moors and Highlands so far away...and James...her beloved James.
And for the moment--the thought of James in Lexy's arms actually brings her comfort. He would be safe there.
Oh why did she call out to him? Her flesh was so weak. She should have let him go on his way. How do you hold back love?
She now puts aside her fears and determines that if she can create a diversion that perhaps James' vessel will get far enough away that these men won't realize that his crew has even been there.
You rogue! Do you think I am afraid of your weapons? My people have fought your nets and harpoons for centuries!
and many died brutal deaths---horrors that flashed in her nightmares
What do you want from me? Why have you come here?
Did they follow James? Did they know he had been here?
Did they know her secret? Did they recognize her? Her eyes would tell them. Don't make eye contact.
The ocean calls her. Her heart is tearing in two.
Hold it back, Jacinta. Do not listen. Stand firm. Be brave.
Like a lamb, she surrenders-- ready to lay her life down if need be. She's tired of running. Tired of fighting. If they are focused on her, the focus will be off of James. It is decided.
She breathes deep and smells the sea...her home...and in her mind's eye she sees the Scottish moors and Highlands so far away...and James...her beloved James.
And for the moment--the thought of James in Lexy's arms actually brings her comfort. He would be safe there.
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