Explanation of Pirates: by Willow

Warren is the Leader of the Chosen Four, and the eldest. He is the first gold ring-bearer. His job {for now} is to help with the battles, mostly on the ground, but sometimes the space battles. When he first entered that world, he found himself on Sparra, a seventeenth-century style planet, cut off from most of the galaxy. He joined the crew of Taise's father, then was taken in by the Jedi Order.

Willow {along with friend Cole} is a 'senator' for the Codebearers, in the Rebel Alliance. The 2nd gold ring-bearer, and the Prophet of the Four. She {and Darrion} first came into that world by a 'doorway' door {thru a doorway}. she was taken in by the Jedi, and made padawan of Obi-wan Kenobi.

Darren is the younger brother of Warren {2 years} and is the Teacher of the Four. He bears the first silver ring. He came into that world later, after his elder brother. He too was taken in by the Jedi, and was made padawan of Saesee Tiin.

Darrion is the Protector, and also the youngest of the Four. She bears the second silver ring. She entered into the galaxy about the same time as Willow, and, as with all the rest, was taken in by the Jedi. She became the padawan of Plo Koon, became an excellent pilot, and a capable mechanic. She prefers the battles where she can fight, not direct from a war room.


The planet that these teens find themselves on is called Sparra {spoh-ruh} and is basically 17th century Earth. Sparra has a very thick atmosphere, which makes it nearly impossible to send or receive communications off-planet. They haven't yet figured out how to build communicators, so they live rather, ahem, without technology.
 The four teens {the Chosen Four, but more on that later} came to this planet {Sparra} to seek a palentir, a seeing stone from the world of Middle-earth. The Four are from our world {Earth} but have been called into that world {the Star Wars Universe} by the Author {God}. They get caught by Taise, who's angry at Warren {read part two}. Hope that helps!

Would You Rather: Pirates or Bad Dreams: by Willow

Bonjour!
 Willow is logging back on again! {I'm sorry it took me so long, but I'm still here}
 I'm wondering if you want me to continue my A Pirate's Life for Me series {read the P.S. at the bottom of this post}, or give you a preview of my new story blog's stories, with a story from The Labyrinth series called Bad Dreams? It contains many of the same characters form A Pirate's Life, but in a different setting, and 2 years younger, minus the pirates {pirates eventually come back in The Curse of North, another pirate story in progress}.
 Anyhow, here's a preview of Bad Dreams;



"Hehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh.... Remember, there can only be two, and..."

 Willow stared dramatically into the distance-well, over near that clock there-and held her gaze steady. Several seconds past.
 "And...?" D asked impatiently. "And what?" She tucked a lock of short dark hair behind an ear impatiently.
 "And...," she shrugged, "That was it." Three pairs of eyes, four grey, two brown, bulged at her.
 "That's it? That ended it?" Darren leaned forward with interest.
 "Sorry, but yeah. That's it."
 Warren fiddled with his fingers while D chewed a nail, and Darren drummed his fingers on the table.
 "So this was only one part, right?" D asked finally.
 "I think so." Willow shrugged. "I dunno."
 "Sooo.... you think that there might be more?" Warren wondered aloud.
 "Maybe."
 "There could be more then. Something significant." D started on the next nail.
 "I suppose."
 "What do you mean, 'you suppose'?"
 "I suppose. I meant what I said." Willow shrugged again.
 "This is important, you know. This could be the end of the world for all we know. It could be anything."
 "Uh huh. Like the end of the world is announced by 'Heheheheheheh, there can only be two, and....'?"
 "Shush up, Darren!" D narrowed her eyes at him.
 "Guys, don't fight." Willow sighed. This was why she didn't bring her dreams up a lot.
 "Willow's right, we're not gonna get anywhere with fighting." Warren interrupted.
 "Oh, so now you're just mister peace and love now, aren't you?" D folded her arms.
 "Guys." Willow held up a hand. "Please. Stop fighting. And you wonder why I don't tell you guys about my dreams as much as you'd like."
 All six eyes blinked at her. "You've had other dreams and not told us?" Warren broke the silence.
  "Maybe. Maybe not." Willow folded her arms. "So... what's everybody doing today?"
 

*******Much later, but a climax********

Willow said nothing but ran as fast as she could. If she didn't make it, he would fall.
 She tried to stop, but couldn't. As Willow slid down the ragged cliff, she grasped at a root sticking out from the rocks.
 "Help!" A weak voice croaked beneath her. Glancing down, she saw him hanging by one arm. His other arm reached up, trying to claw out another handhold.
 "I'm slipping..." His eyes were frantic.
 Willow threw her arm down and caught his wrist, just as he lost his grip. She breathed a sigh of relief.
 "I can't hold on much longer." She clung tighter.
  Her grasp slipped a bit, and his fingers intertwined with her's, as she held on tightly to their lifeline - well, liferoot.
 Then, they were no longer hanging from a root on *Quarzite.

 

Dun dun dun!

 

*Quarzite: Planet in Star Wars, featured in the Clone Wars Episode called Bounty.

 

 

P.S. I cross my heart that I will finish Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate. I have not quite come up with the ending, so it may be a little while.

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Six {by Willow}

 Written by Willow and Assisted by Darrion

 Jack placed the compass into Darren's hand.
 "Here you go, mate. Now, try to want to find the stoney treasure as much as you can."
 Darren squeezed his eyes shut, and the compass' needle spun crazily. It came suddenly to a stop, pointing due East.
 "Sparrow! Darren! Wills!" D cried, thundering down the creaky wooden stairs. "Teeza's ship! It's close! I can see it through the fog!"
 "Oh no." I shoved her aside as I raced to the deck.
 In the distance, I could barely see a tiny three inch by five inch ship bobbing in the waves.
 "Yep, it's there all right." I called down the steps as I pattered down them once more. "Coming from the East too."
 Jack glanced at the compass, then snatched it up and handed it to D. "Why don't you try, lass?" He suggested.
 D smiled smugly as the needle spun. And spun. And spun. And spun.
 Jack plucked up the compass and cleared his throat. "Ahem, well. Maybe you should try?" He held it out to me.
 I shrugged. "Sure."
 Taking it, I stared intently at the little needle. It spun for only about a minute, then stopped.
 Darren leaned over my shoulder. "It's pointing North East." He reported.
 "Lovely, now let's head for that stoney treasure!" Jack smiled cheerily as he headed for the wheel.

"Lovely?" I grumbled. We had been sailing through a rough storm

for about a day. I was wet, cold, and hungry.

  All we had on board was some really nasty beef jerky type stuff, and some gross molding biscuits. I {of course} refused to eat any of the biscuits, and took one whiff of the meat and refused to eat that, too.
 So here I was. Sitting in the Crow's Nest. Freezing cold {probably getting hypothermia}, starving, looking for land.
 A pirate's life for me.
 I was just dreaming of some hot apple cider and pumpkin pie, when Jack yelled at me to switch with Darrion.
 D appeared from below decks, quite displeased with having to sit up in the Crow's Nest in the poring rain. I could hear her muttering to herself that this must be against the law somewhere or something.
 She sent a brown-eyed glare my way as she hoisted herself up the rope ladder, as if I was responsible for her 'torture'. I shrugged.
 Now that I was safely of some kind of solid-ish ground, I needed to calm down.
  Breathe. Breathe. Move your arms... I smoothly began a fighting/exercise routine that was designed to calm you down. It mostly involved dance-like moves and ninja-like flips.
 Okay, you need to flip here.... I arched my arms and pushed off the splintery deck, flipping my body into the air.
  Thunk. The ship hit something hard and stopped with a jerk. I, of course, was still in the air.
 "Oof!" I connected hard with the door of the Captain's Cabin. Rubbing my head, I sat up.
 "We've struck land!" Jack crowed cheerily, trotting down the stairs and past me without giving me so much as a backward glance. I curled my lip. Men.
 "Land?" Both D and Darren each stuck a head out of the below-decks door {D had obviously shirked on the Crow's Nest}.
 "Is the ship alright?" D scrambled past me and inspected the bow with an intense eye. "I heard a big thunk." Darren followed. "We could have ripped the hull apart!"
 I winced, rubbed my head again and stood up, placing both hands on my hips. "I'm okay too, thanks for asking." I rolled my eyes.
 Both Ds looked up vaguely, question marks on their faces.
 "Never mind. Where did we land, anyway?" I asked.
 Jack waved from the rock that he was perched on. "Over here! I found the island! Let us be off!" He waved a be-ringed hand. "Come along now, savvy's. We have a treasure to find!"
To be continued...

 

Also, here are some 'piratey' pictures for you {from Pinterest} 

 

{This is from the first movie-but works for the 4th part of this story:)}

 

{Cool, huh?}

 

    

{An intimidating bridge, to say the least}

 

 

{Pretty cool, am I right?}

{PS, I'm very sorry for taking soooo long-but I was super busy and didn't have a lot of time to do this story, but you can expect the next part pretty soon, I think!}

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Five

 Written by Willow and Assisted by Darrion

I awoke to someone knocking.
 "Hmmm..." Darren murmured.
 He was spread out comfortably on a small couch that had been built into the wall. His long legs dangling haphazardly over the edge.
 And on his chest, at least four books lay open, with various items sticking out and bookmarking a certain page.
 I glanced sleepily down at where I lay, and was surprised to see at least five books laying atop me, all with some type of bookmarks sticking out of them.
 I shoved two books aside and sat up.
 Further towards the door of the cabin, lay D, asleep of a pile of books. Her head lay atop of her folded arms.
 Another knock.
 Oh, no! I had forgotten. Someone {i.e. D} should had been steering the ship!
 As I shoved the coverlet aside, all of the books clattered to the wooden floor, making a loud clunking noise. Oops.
 But I didn't have time to think.
 Throwing the door open, I sprinted to the wheel, relieved to see no one in sight. Wait a minute...
 Another knock.
 "Pardon!" A voice came from beside the ship. Curious, I peered over the edge.
 An scruffy looking vagrant with eye be-shadowed eyes looked up cheerily at me. I stared.
 "Who are you?" I asked incredulously.
 Then I noticed his transportation. He was balancing on what was left of a mast of a very small boat. And most of it was underwater. O-kay. That's weird.
 "What do you want?" I called down.
 "I'm in a bit of a tight spot, lass. So if you would assist me into your ship, I will gladly be of service to you." Said the vagrant.
 I nodded, still in surprise-shock, and grabbed up some rope and hurled it down towards him.
 In no more than a minute Mr. Vagrant had reached the deck and was standing before me.
 He had to be at least six feet tall. And he walked weird. He acted like he was modelling. A girl modelling.
 He extended his be-ringed hand to me. "Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. And you are...?"
 I gingerly accepted his hand, which looked dirty. "Willow."
 "Willow.....?"
 "Just, Willow."
 "Ah. All right then. Who is your captain then?"
 "I'm first mate. Our captain was kidnapped."
 "By whom?"
 "Some girl named Taise."
 "Ah! I know her! Pretty little thing. Toughie, though. Red hair?"
 "Yup."
 "Who are you?" That came from Darren, who had obviously awoken and was wondering who this 'Jack Sparrow' was.
 "Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service!" With a sweep of his hat, Sparrow stooped into a bow. Darren looked a bit stunned.
 "Uh, hi. I'm Darren. Darren Jones." Darren introduced himself politely.
 "It's his brother who was kidnapped." I stuck in. "His name was Warren."
 Sparrow looked interested. "Warren you say?"
 "Yeah, Warren Jones."
 "I knew him!"
 "How on earth could you know him?!"
 "Knew his father too."
 "Knew his what?"
 "His father."
 "My father?!"
 "Aye. Wait, your last name is Jones, too, mate?"
 "I'm Warren's younger brother."
 "Ah! That's why Warren Sr. left to go back to 'his world'."
 "O-kay."
 "He said he had to leave because he was having another son."
 "He said that?"
 "Sure did, mate. Your brother is a bright lad as well, my boy!"
 "Okay, how did you know Warren?"
 "Met him once."
 "Where?"
 "On my ship, The Black Pearl."
 "I didn't know Warren was here before!"
 "Aye, mate. He was."
 "And you are?" That came from D, who had now awakened and was narrowing her eyes at Sparrow.
 "Captain Jack Sparrow." He seemed very friendly. Just weird.
 D strode up to him, so close she was almost cross-eyed looking into his eye-shadowed eyes. She narrowed her eyes.
 "Can you captain a ship, Sparrow?" Both Darren and I stared at D. She couldn't be thinking...
 "Of course I can, little lass! I'd be most happy to!"
 "Will you help us locate Warren, and save him?" D persisted.
 Sparrow considered the offer for a moment, then clapped his hands together. "Sure, why not! I love adventures!"
 "All right, then you have to help us find 'The Treasure of Stones'." D held up a book, open to a drawing of a cave with 'The Treasure of Stones' cared into the top of the entrance. Sparrow squinted at it, then nodded.
 "I'm in!"

To Be Continued...
 

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Four: by Willow

Written by Willow and Assisted by Darrion

"Untie us, Will!" D yelled urgently.
 "I'm trying! It's tied too tightly!" I called back, insatiably frustrated. The stupid rope. It connected our ship to Taise's ship. Our ship was being towed behind theirs.
 "Then cut us loose!" Darren shouted. Why didn't I think of that before?
  "Right!" I cried. Sliding my slim, black sword out of it's sheath {attached to my back}, I started sawing at the thick rope holding our ship captive.
 Which is really hard to do in the poring rain. In the dark of night. On the sea. In a storm. What luck.
 "Hack faster!" D shrieked. "We're never gonna live if we don't disconnect!"
 "I'm trying!" I yelled back. "Ugh!"
 Twang. The rope broke. I lurched forwards, as the rope I had been sawing at I was also balancing on.
 Grasping the prow, I swung my legs back onto the top, gripping the wood hard. My fingernails would be ruined.
 The ship dipped sharply in the lurching waves, making a sharp turn to the left of it's former tower.
 I threw myself to the mast, and hugged it for dear life.
 Now you must understand, I {like Darren} usually have 'sea issues'. But surprisingly on this voyage, I'd hardly felt ill at all. Of course, on all former voyages, I paid no attention to the way you ran a ship. Why should I care?
 In the Star Wars Universe, all you need to know is how to wield a lightsaber, shoot a blaster, and how to fly a starship. I was pretty good with #1, getting better at #2, and was horrible at #3. I hate flying. Ugh.
 So of course, whenever I had the bad luck of getting carted around *Solondria in a *Sky Ship, I tried to stay inside. I had no such luck now.

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By the time we had ridden out the storm, and the sun had peeked out over the glistening water, we had absolutely no idea what to do.
 Option #1 was to try to make some kind of distress signal to *The Valiant, the Codebearer's flagship, and getting out of here.
 Option #2 was to try and accomplish what we had come here for. To find a palintir. A palintir is also known as a Seeing Stone. In Middle-earth.
 Back when we had been in Middle-earth, *Aragorn had told us that all of the Seeing Stones were not accounted for.
 Then we heard of one here. And here we were.
 Option #3 was to go back and get Warren.
 "I propose we vote on our options." I shoved a now straight lock of hair behind my ear, and looked at the other's faces.
 D shrugged. "Sure."
 Darren nodded. "Fine with me."
 I tossed my hair over my shoulder. "Ok. We know our options. What shall we do?"
 "I know, we could go find the treasure that Teeza's looking for, then trade it for Warren!" D's face brightened.
 "How are we going to do that?" I asked in disgust. "We don't even know what this treasure thing is called!"
 D nudged Darren. "Darren does. He memorized the map. I heard what it's called to, 'The Treasure of Stones'."
 "Great. A treasure of stones? How's that gonna help Warren?" I rolled my eyes.
 "It's probably just called that, no biggie." D shrugged. "It's our best option. All in favor, say 'aye'."
 "Aye." Both Ds' voices rang together.
 "Oh fine. Aye." I joined in. "Let's get on with it then."
 "What should we do then?" Darren asked, about to start chewing a fingernail, but dropped his hand quickly.
 I twitched a smile. "Easy. Look through the 'pirate lore' storybooks. Look for anything with a 'stone treasure' in it. While two of us look through the books, the other one will steer the ship, kay?" The Ds nodded eagerly. "Okay, Darren. You first. Your dad is in the Navy right?"
 Darren nodded. "Yeah. But he's lost at sea..." Darren's voice trembled. I patted his back.
  "I'm sorry, Darren. I hope they find him soon." I felt sorry for Darren. Poor guy. To Be Continued...



{Hope you liked it!}


*Solondria: The Codebearer's Hunter Brown Series, their other world
*The Valiant: The Codebear's Flagship {we made it up}
*Aragorn: Lord of the Rings- Member of the Fellowship

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Three: by Willow

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Three

Written Willow and Assisted by Darrion

 "Oof!" I landed painfully on my side on the damp wooden floor.
 Shaking my damp un-curling curls out of my face, I surveyed the cell. It looked just like I would have expected for a pirate's cell;
 Rusty bars, musty smell, etc. Gross. I thought, I'm probably getting a bajillion little germs just as I'm sitting here. I shuddered.
 "It stinks in here!" D's voice echoed through the cell. I rolled my eyes.
 Darren crossed his legs. "The smell is most likely being caused by water damage and mold." He informed her. D pulled her shirt up over her nose. "It smells like *Hutt slime." Her voice muffled from under her shirt.
 "No it does not. It smells musty. There's no way a Hutt could fit in here anyway." Darren pointed out.
 "Okay, new topic. Let's huddle." Darren and D scooted closer, until we sat in a tight circle.
 "So... how are we going to get out of here? They took our weapons. They even took my bow." I grunted.
 "Hey, where's Branches?" D asked, her face next to my ear.
 Now, before we go on, you must understand what and who Branches is. She looks very similar to Toothless from 'How to Train Your Dragon'. But about medium cat sized. The Author sent her to us to help us get out of situations like so. She makes a noise like 'brrraaaanch' when she attacks things, so D named her 'Branch'. And I changed it to 'Branches'. It sounds better.
 Pitter patter pitter patter. "Wait, do you girls hear that?" Darren cocked his head. Mimicking him, we both cocked our heads.
 Pitter patter pitter patter. "It sounds like Branches, guys! We're saved!" D hissed.
 Sure enough, a little black, scaly creature pitter pattered over to the cell bars.
 Her eyes gleamed softly in the light of the one lantern. It was almost completely dark outside by now. It had been about 4:30 pm when we'd gotten attacked, and now it was probably around 5:00.
 Branches cocked her head to the side, curious. The guard hadn't even noticed her. He was looking out the window. Some guard.
 Leaning in close, I whispered. "Branches, we need to get out of here! We need that guards' keys!"
 She nodded. Darren looked concerned. "Wait, what if the guard sees Branches or something. He needs to be asleep first."
 D and I exchanged looks. "We could sing something, I guess." I suggested.
 "Good!" Darren hissed. "Get on with it then, we don't have all night!"
 We cleared our throat quietly and began to sing softly together, "Far over, the misty mountains cold. Through dungeons deep, and caverns old. We must away, er break of day. To seek our pale, enchanted gold....." The guard's head began to nod, he slid to the floor, and began to snore softly.
 "Great!" Darren gave us a thumbs up.
 Branches padded softly over to the guard, and used her dragon-like teeth to gently lift said keys from said guard's belt, and bring them over to Darren's outstretched fingers.
 "Good girl, Branch!" I whispered.
 Darren tensely lifted the rusty keys to the lock. It creaked loudly, so I quickly took up the song again.
 "The pines were roaring, on the height. The winds were moaning, in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches, blazed with light...." The guard re-adjusted his position, and remained asleep.
 Darren then had to actually open said door, and it was no easy task.
 Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! The door proclaimed loudly. Groooooooaaannn! The door obviously had issues.
 D elbowed Darren in the ribs. "Shush! We can't blow this chance!" She hissed in his ear.
 "It's not my fault! The door's old!" Darren hissed back. I rolled my eyes. This could take forever.
  We tiptoed as quietly as we could out of the cell.
 After tying up the guard, and covering said guard with a blanket. To look like a sleeping prisoner. I amaze myself with my smartness sometimes.
 "Okay, who should fetch what?" I hissed to the double Ds {Darrion and Darrion} {and Branches}.

 "Darrion and I will rescue Warren. Willow, you find our weapons. Okay?" Darren directed.
 "Sure." I twitched a smile at D. "Ready to rock?"
 She smiled back. "Ready to roll."

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I poked my head out of the opening in the deck floor and into cool salt smelling air. It was quite dark. And foggy too. And it was raining. Perfect.

  Quietly drawing my petite self out of the opening, I snuck across the wet, freshly waxed deck.
 Hearing some voices, I ducked quickly behind a barrel. "So, what do you think of the new prisoners?" Pirate #1 asked Pirate #2.
 Pirate #2 shrugged. "They have some nice weapons. This bow just won't break!" Pirate #1 rolled his eyes.
 "Yeah, right. Here, lemme try." Pirate #1 snatched my *Via bow from Pirate #2.
 Pirate #1 then took said bow and tried to crack it over his knee. I rolled my eyes. I'd tried that enough times that I knew exactly what would happen next.
 "Yow!" Pirate #1 cried, letting the bow clatter to the deck. "That thing's harder than a rock!" He moaned, rubbing his leg.
 "Told ya!" Pirate #2 yelled triumphantly.
 I then had an idea.
 Using the *Author's Force, I formed the mist into human shapes. They looked like ghosts. Double Perfect.
 Sending and forming more 'ghosts' towards the pirates, I added my own voice to the mix.
 "What are you doing with those weapons?" I used my spookiest voice. It was a bit windy too, which added to the creepiness.
 "Gah!" Pirate #1 pointed in fear at the misty figures. "Ghosts!" Pirate #2 cried. "What do you think they want?"
 "Drop those weapons, now!" I commanded.
 Both Pirates #1 and #2 dropped all of our weapons, and stood there, terrified.
 "Now go!" I shrieked, sounding pretty scary.
 "Aieeeee!" Cried the pirates, racing below decks as fast as they could.
 I quickly collected our weapons, then waited for the signal.

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 D pulled herself up on the balcony behind the captain's cabin with Darren right on her heels.
 They could both see through the window where Warren sat, tied to a chair, facing them. Taise faced Warren, her back to them. The room was lit by softly glowing candles and lanterns.
 "At least she can't see us." D hissed to D.
 The ship gave a sharp lurch.
 Darren nodded weakly. He had sea issues.
 "Well, do you have it?" Taise's loud voice demanded. Warren shook his head.
 "My compass isn't his compass. They're two different objects." Warren tried to explain.
 "Yeah, that's what you all say." Taise lifted Warren's compass from his belt. She turned it over. Then opened it.
 "It's not pointing North." She looked up slyly at Warren. "I'll bet this leads right to the Treasure of Stones."
 D strained to see which direction the needle was turning. It pointed straight at Warren.
 Taise then pulled a map out of a drawer in her desk. Placing the compass on it, she watched it intently.
 "Hmmmm.... it must be here! I've been to this bay before..." Her voice trailed off. "I'll be back, Warren. Don't try anything." She glared at him for a split second, then turned and left.
 Darren peered curiously at the map, murmuring to himself.
 D picked up Branches. "Claw, please." One of Branches' sharp claws protruded out from her paw. "Perfect." D grinned.
 Then using Branches' claw, she cut a small hole near the door handle on the inside.
 Warren looked relieved. "I thought you would never come!" He whispered. D smiled.
 "Come on! We gotta leave before Teeza finds us in here!" She motioned towards the now open door.
 "What. Are You. Doing. Here." Taise voice broke the moment of silence.
 It raised several yell-notches. "Get them!" She shrieked at her minions.
 D had untied Warren, and made for the door but wasn't quick enough. Several pirates reached them before they could leave.
 Warren made a quick decision. "Go! Find the palintir! Now!" Then he turned and tackled the oncoming pirates.
 Darren dragged D away, shoving her onto the rope to their ship, being towed behind.
 Branches let out her 'braaaaannnnch' sound. It was the signal.

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I sighed. Good *Grievous. How long does it take to get Warren out and have Branches 'branch'?
 Then I heard it. The signal. I grabbed up the weapons and made for the back.
 "What's going on?" I shrieked.
 D and Darren were hanging off the rope towing our ship.
 "Come on Will!" D yelled.
 I raced over, and grasped the rope, sliding down the length of it, almost knocking D off.
 "Where's Warren?" I asked at top lung.
 "He's distracting 'em!" D yelled back.
 "Why?"
 "Just cause!"
 "Whatever!"

To Be Continued...

*Grieveous: A evil Separatist general in The Clone Wars
*Hutt: Jabba the Hutt: Star Wars
*The Author: God

{Sorry this is so late, I had to fix it up}

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Two

Hello there again! I have my story here below.

 {sorry it's so late, but I had to fix some stuff in it}

{If you see this *, please see the bottom of the post}

 
"Uh, Warren. Th-there's a puh-pirate ship, like, right next to us." I cupped my hands around my mouth and called down to Warren, who was taking a break in the mess hall.
 "A what?" Warren came thundering up the steps. He snatched a telescope off of a barrel and squinted towards the wheel of the ship.
"Oh. Boy. Not. Good. Not good, not good, not good, not good." Warren tossed the spyglass back onto the barrel and raced up the steps to the wheel.
 D was in her own little world, humming-oh what a surprise-A Bottle of Rum song. Warren wordlessly shoved her aside, grasping at the wheel as if he couldn't stand up and needed support. "HEY! Warren! I was steering!!! Why'd you push me like that?!" D shrieked at him in anger.
 Warren wordlessly-again-pointed at the flag. D gasped. "Oh. Bad. Oh, bad, oh bad, oh bad, oh bad." Warren muttered to himself as he tried to turn the ship about. "Come on, come on! Work!" He hissed at the wheel. I could tell that the cheese was obviously slipping off his cracker.
 "Man the cannons!" He yelled down. "Not you, Will! I need you to use your bow and try to confuse them! That'll freak them out a bit!" Warren spun the wheel frantically.
 "Right!" I called up, already rushing below decks to fetch my quiver.
 Now, you must understand that I carry my bow with me everywhere. It's a *Via bow. It doesn't need me to carry around a quiver.
 But I keep a quiver that was given to me by *Galadriel in *Middle-earth, with real arrows. I had left it on my hammock below decks.
 Quickly snatching it off of the hammock, I raced back up the steps.
 Stringing my bow, I aimed randomly into the crowd of pirates. Woosh! The arrow struck the wheel. Nice. I thought. Uh-oh.
 Now the pirates were swinging toward our ship using their ropes. Wonderful.
Swords clanged. The thundering of boots hitting wood echoed through the air.
 I pulled my two slim black swords from their sheaths on my back. Bring it on.

                             

                              

                   ~~~~
That went well. I thought, attempting to blow my now limp curls off my face. It's kinda hard though, when you're being dragged by your arms onto a pirate ship. I also found out that it's hard to keep your dignity intact while you're being dragged onto a pirate ship. Plus the fact that about every seven seconds I tried to kick one of my draggers.
 It would have been so much easier if I had been bigger. Being five foot three makes it hard to intimidate people. Ugh! I struggled as hard as I could, wriggling and pulling. I even might have gotten away if it hadn't been for a tall, red haired, violet eyed girl.
 "Hold her tight, boys. She's got spirit." I blew more hair out of my face and looked up at her.
 She wore a really awesome looking hat, with a really awesome feather.
 Warren was dragged onto the ship last. He seemed to be trying to not look up.
 I was looking up, alright. Glaring a hole through Red Hair's forehead. Well, a hypothetical hole.
 Red Hair folded her arms. "Warren Jones. I never thought I'd see you again." She glared at him, but I noted that her face muscles twitched, as if trying to cover another unwanted emotion. Or she was just really mad. Probably the latter.
 One of Warren captors grasped his jaw and yanked his head up until it as level with Red Hair's. What is going on here?
 "*Taise." You could barely hear Warren's voice, it was so quiet.
 The silence broke with Taise stepping forward and punching Warren in the nose. Great. She hates him.
 "Oh, you remember me? Funny, you didn't seem to remember me when I was in prison!" Taise growled it with such cold sarcasm that I could tell she really did hate Warren's guts.With extreme venom. Great. I thought. Now we're all in for it.
 "I didn't know you were in prison, Taise!" Warren insisted. "Besides, they wouldn't have let you out even if I asked! Even if I begged! Plus, there's the Pirate Code." He had obviously gotten himself into quite a lot of trouble. Brilliant.
 "Uh-huh. Right. Like I believe you! My father DIED because of you!" Taise shrieked at him. "We all were going to be hanged because of you!!" Now I moved on to dead certain that she hated his guts.
 "And the Pirate Code is.... uh... guidelines! Not a 'real' code you insolent heart breaking little..... little...."
 "Scum?" D suggested perkily. What is with that girl? I wondered.
 "Yes, thank you! Scum!" She smiled with satisfaction. But her smile was fake.
 "Heart breaking?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
 "Yes!!" Taise shrieked. Her cheese was now officially slipping off her cracker. I wondered how crazy she really was.
 "What do you mean by 'heart breaking'?" I asked again.
 Taise glared a hypothetical hole in my forehead. "Just ask your buddy Warren here. I don't want to talk to you." She tossed her mane of red hair. "Wait a minute. Who are you three anyway?" She squinted her violet eyes towards D, Darren and me.
 "Two words." Darren muttered. "Anger. Management."
 D choked a bit and tried to cover it with a cough.
 Taise glared at Darren so hard I was sure that she was going to burst a blood vessel in her eye. This girl has issues.
 Warren looked nervous. "Uh, those are my-I mean, uh. I, hired them from-uh, that, bay place."
 Taise squinted at him. "They don't look much like pirates." She smirked, looking us up and down.
 I was wearing a dark-sky blue loose long sleeved pirate-type top, with matching loose pants. Then over that was a sleeveless black lace-up vest, that attached to a lower skirt, that split down the front and back, revealing my blue pants and black lace-up boots. My hair was curly, mainly from the curlers I had used earlier.
 D was wearing a short-sleeved very light brown top, with a black sleeveless top with some cute buttons down the front over it. Her matching pants were coordinated with dark brown sword sheaths, and brown boots.
 Darren wore a top like mine, but cream-colored, with a brown sleeveless vest over it. The outfit was topped off with brown boots and brown pants, with a leather sheath for his sword. Very simple and very pirate like. D helped him pick it out.
 "Those don't look like real pirates' outfits. They looked like you picked 'em out from a costume store." Taise rolled her eyes.
 Now Darren had been watching Taise closely the whole time, as if he remembered her from something, and was trying to figure it out. Then he did.
 "Hey, I remember.... I read about you! In Warren's diary-uh, yeah. He liked someone who had red hair and violet eyes-" Taise snapped her head around to look at him.
 "Excuse me?" She asked, rather threateningly.
 "Uh, I mean, um... Brown hair, and green eyes?" Darren mentally picked random hair and eye colors.
 "Really? He liked me?" A brown haired green eyed girl asked, poking her head around a rather large teen.
 "Quiet, *Latvia." The hulking teen shushed her.
 Taise glared at Warren. Warren gulped.
 Then she turned to her underlings, "Throw them all into the holding bay!" She ordered. "But not Warren, I'll deal with him in my cabin, Lars." She jerked her head at the hulking teen who had shushed 'Latvia'.
 I was pretty sure that Latvia was a country somewhere, like maybe Asia, but wasn't about to ask why some girl in another world was named after a country in our world.
 The two guys holding my arms started dragging me down the steps to the hold. I was quite tired by now. Attempting escapes every thirteen seconds uses up all my energy.
To Be Continued...

P.S. I know you're confused, but to be honest, I am too! But this part weaves into the rest of the stories, so keep it in mind. Next week's will be cool though. We get to meet a famous pirate. 
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Taise: Tie-ee-ss
Latvia: Lat-v-ee-uh
Galadriel: An Elven lady in LOTR
Middle-earth: The world of LOTR

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 I am so very sorry, but my story will come late in the day. I didn't have too much time to work on it, plus it's a very complicated part of the whole series. But, I have the series' header thingie!

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Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part 1

 ~A Pirate's Life for Me Series~

~Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part 1~

Written by Willow{assisted by Darrion}

Characters:

Warren-Age 17
Willow-Age 16
Darren-Age 15
Darrion{D}-Age 14

"Yo, ho. Yo, ho. A pirate's life for me..." The haunting tune melted into the wind. I crouched up in the Crow's Nest, singing quietly to myself, attempting to drown out the song being sung below me. "Three hundred six men on a dead man's chest! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! Three hundred seven men on a dead man's chest! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!" crowed Darrion at top lung.
 Darrion is my little sister. She also happens to really like pirates. "Three hundred eight men on a dead man's chest! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!" She had been singing that song for about, well, however long it took to sing, 'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!' continually two hundred and ninety three times. "Three hundred nine men on a dead man's chest. Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!" Her cheery voice rang out below me. "Three hundred ten men on a dead man's che-" Then another voice interrupted her, "Darrion! Would you please stop singing that?! I can't hear myself think with that stupid song ringing through my brain!" Warren yelled at her, breaking off her song. D narrowed her dark eyes at him, until they were mere points of brown on her face. "It's a pirate song, Warren. What do you expect me to sing, 'The Wheel's on the Bus'?" D sniffed. I rolled my eyes.
Warren clenched his jaw. "You could attract.... things that we wouldn't want to attract."
"Like what?" D persisted. She wasn't the sort of person to lose an argument. Or let anyone get the last word in on anything.
She tossed her short, almost black hair over her shoulder sassily into the wind. Warren rolled his eyes. "Like, oh, I don't know. A Kraken?! Haven't you heard any pirate lore be-"
"Seriously? A cracker?" D interrupted. "Why would you be-"
"A Kraken. You are so.... never mind." Warren wrested control of his temper. D rolled her eyes.
"Three hundred eleven men on a dead man's chest! Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!" Warren closed his grey eyes, and muttered something to himself. Probably praying. I thought. Not that I would blame him.
 By the time D had gotten to four hundred men on a dead man's chest, Warren had finally had it. "Darrion, why don't you go check on Darren? I haven't seen him for a while." He asked through clenched teeth.
"Eh, why not. It's better than sitting around singing!" D hopped off of her barrel and flitted over to the stairs to the inside of the ship, humming. Her humming finally faded away once her head disappeared from view.
 I sighed. We had been on this boat for about a day now. We had first been given this mission by Philan, the Codebearer Head Commander. At least that was what Warren said. I had been being my diplomat self, representing the Codebearers to the Rebel Counsel. D had been cavorting off into different parts of the Galaxy, to who knows where. Darren {the fourth member of our group} had been assisting Philan aboard The Valiant, the Codebearer's flagship. Warren had been busy with 'Top Secret' stuff. Guys and their secrets. Humph. He, of course, hadn't bothered to tell even me {whom I believe to be the most trustworthy of the four, along with Darren}.
 I was startled out of my musings by D pounding on the Captain's Cabin door. Oh brother. I thought, rolling my eyes. Darren must have locked himself in the Captain's Cabin to get away from her.
"Darren! Why did you lock the door?" D called, still a-pounding. I strained to hear Darren's reply. It sounded like "Because." "'Cause why?" D persisted.
Warren rolled his eyes again. "Willow? Could you take the wheel for a sec while I deal with this?" He called up to me.
"Sure." I leapt gracefully off the Crow's Nest railing, landing with a forward roll on the freshly scrubbed deck {Hey, the Author's Force is powerful stuff!}. "Showoff." D muttered under her breath. I tossed my dark curls over my shoulder & trotted up the steps to the wheel. Grabbing the knobs sticking out from the wheel, I casually held it, as if I knew what I was doing {now let me make clear, I am no ship expert}. Warren knocked loudly on the Captain's Cabin door. "Darren! We know you're in there! Come out!"
He demanded. "No." Came the reply.
"Why not?" Warren was obviously getting impatient. One look at D told me that she'd past the impatient mark ages ago.
"I look appalling." Darren confessed. Darrion rolled her eyes again.
"It's just a pirate costume, Darren. We went shopping for it, I saw it. Ooh, scary." The lock turned & Darren emerged. He was dressed head to toe in pirate gear. I didn't think he looked particularly weird, but D burst into laughter anyway. He glared at her. She slapped her hand over her mouth, still spluttering out giggles. Warren squinted at her. "Darrion, go take over the wheel for Willow. Please." He obviously wanted her distracted, so as not to tease Darren. She shrugged, her hand still plastered over her mouth.
 Then, letting her hand drop, she bounded up the steps to where I stood. "Warren said I could steer." She told me smugly. I could tell that she'd wanted to steer since we came aboard, but Warren insisted that he was Captain, and I was First Mate, so D was stuck waiting for her big break. I shrugged, moving aside so she could steer. Pure delight showed on her face.
 I leaned over the railing, closing my eyes to take in the smell of the sea, the whistling of the wind, the shrieking of the gulls. Ahhh... Splash, thunk, Ahoy, there matey! There be a ship ahead, Captain!... Wait, what?!?! I jerked my eyes open. A normal looking ship was sailing almost neck-and-neck with us. I would have paid it almost no mind, it I hadn't seen the flag. A white & red hourglass on a black background. Pirates.... {we hate those guys}

To be Continued.... 

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Hello There!

Hello there! My name is Willow, and I'm a new story girl here! Yay!
 Just so you know, I intend on doing a story about pirates, once it's my turn to post:)

'A Pirate's Life for Me: Part 1'

 Aren't you excited? I just watched a pirate movie, so I've been re-inspired! Yay again! 
 Plus, I am a Christian, so my stories will probably have some kind of God-influenced part in it, as Madeline has already said. 
 Here are my other blogs:
 In the Words of Willow,
 The Force Sensitive Dolls,
 In the Eyes of American Girlz,
 Everything AG with Silence and Willow, and,  
 A Spy's Life.
 Thanks for inviting me, Storyteller!
Over and out,
~Willow

{P.S. Changed my mind, 'A Pirate's Life for Me' is the pirate series, not the story name. The story name is actually 'Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate' Part 1.}