I am giggling and bouncing over Lord of the Rings, the 3rd one. I have a habbit of squealing everytime Aragorn draws his sword. It is SO cool!!!! Anyhow, I have also been, doing my own version of Lord of the Rings and Narnia, I was giving Katie and Molly a sample of it, tonight and Katie the other night when I was watching Prince Caspain. I think I have WAY too much time on my hands.
 THERE'S THE SWORD!!!!! *Squeals*
 *Aragorn leaps off the ship*, Orcs: Is he insane? This will be WAY too easy!
 *Aragorn, Lagolas, and Gimli rush them* Orcs: You take the one with pointy ears, I want the short one. You can have the last one.
 *Dead men rush off the ship* Orcs: Oops, maybe we should reavalute, I wonder if they would like to come to dinner?
 *Leagos knocks the men off the Elapant* Here dead men!
 Aragorn: The dead men did all the work....now what? I guess we can all go out to dinner
 I am going to regret this post later, it is very unlike me:D this is what I get for swooning over a sword and eating sugar. :P I should go before I embarrise myself farther...hmmm....okay. I am leaving.
 Here is a scene from my priate book, Shadow of His Wings. This is more like me :D
 Oh wait! Before I leave.
 Gandalf: This is the last time I leave Aragorn alone! He hangs out with strange people when I am not watching him.
 Pippin: Wow! Are those, dead? Wonder were Aragorn picked them up? Are they...safe?
 Okay! I'm leaving!

The ship was rising and falling on the waves, it looked almost lazy and at peace. Crisp white sails danced in the warm breeze and the blazing sunlight. She was a beauty, any man would be proud to own such a ship, and somewhere someone did. However, at that moment she was alone, lost and forlorn in the vast ocean. At least that was how Cluny put it.

“It's abandoned Captain,” Gil lowered the spy glass and looked over at his captain.

Cluny held his hand out for the glass. “All the better,” he said with a glint in his eye. He raised the glass and looked at the ship. She was English, she looked like a pleasure ship, sleek and a lovely beyond words! What he wouldn't give to stand on her helm!

The Queen Merry lurched beneath his feet, as if she was protecting him eying another ship. Cluny laid a hand on the railing and whispered, as he looked at the other ship, “She cannot replace you my Merry!” Then he called out to Dave, who was at the helm, “Set your course for her!”

Dave did not argue, but did as he was bid. The Queen Merry turned her direction and sailed toward the other ship. Once they were alongside it Cluny ordered a plank lowered; he ordered his men to wait for him, then passed to the other ship.

Cluny kept a sharp eye out as he walked across the rising and falling deck of the ship. It was a lovely morning, and he did not want to ruin it by walking into a trap; after all, what better trap for a pirate then a love, seemingly, abandoned ship? He would have bet there was gold on her somewhere, gold and jewels! This thought made him hurry on eagerly.

He slipped down into the hold and began to poke through everything. He found the room where the food was kept, but surprisingly it was empty. He searched the cabins, but they were empty as well. Uncertainty was starting to fill him when he heard a thunderous roar; something slammed into the side of the ship and caused it to rock back and forth, Cluny was knocked to his knees.

Another cannon ball hit, this one struck dangerously close to Cluny. For a moment he just knelt where he was, then leaped to his feet and fled. The ship was starting to tilt to one side, she had been hit below the water line and was now filling fast. Water slouched over Cluny's shoes, and only added to the trouble of him getting out.

When he reached the stairs he threw himself up them, and dashed across the rolling and pitching deck of the sinking ship.

He could see the white faces of his men as he ran. Another cannon ball hit and sent Cluny rolling head over heals; he cashed into the ships side. Pain shot through his arm and head, both of which had been smashed into the ship's side.

“Jump Cluny!” he could hear his men yelling as he struggled to his feet; Cluny did not need to be told. He scrambled onto the railing and leaped across the blue water. Cluny hit the deck of the Merry and rolled, crashing into his first mate, Will.

No sooner did he stop rolling then he yelled, “Get out of here before they open fire on us!”

Behind them a final cannon ball tore into the ship's side, and with a last death struggle she started to go down. Will ran to the railing and watched in horror, realizing he was the one to blame for the sinking ship.

“Before who does?” Dave asked, he was holding out his hand for Cluny.

Cluny looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Before the English do!” he snapped.

“The English aren't here,” Gil said as Cluny stood up. Another crew member was moving the Merry away from the sinking ship.

Cluny looked around the ocean, once glance and he saw Gil's words were true. “Who shot the ship then?” he asked confused.

The men looked from the sinking ship, to Cluny, and lastly to Will. Cluny raised an eyebrow, then crossed his arms over his chest.

“Will did?” he said in disbelief.

Will stepped down from the helm and stood before his captain and best friend; he looked humbled for a moment, then scowled. “It's not like I did it on purpose!” Will grumbled, “I was trying something out with the cannons, I strung them all together so all we would have to do is lite one and the others would catch. How was I to know you all were looking at a ship, or that you were on it? For that matter, how was I to know the cannons were loaded?”

For a moment Cluny lay on his back, still gasping for breath, but he was on his feet when he heard Dave yell, “Ships approaching Captain!”

Cluny ran to Dave's side and snatched the spyglass, peering though he felt his heart sink. “Will you didn't!”

Will hung his head, he suddenly felt as if he had been act very childish; stringing cannons together .

Dave had re-snatched the glass and was saying, “She's gaining on us captain.”

“Who is it?” Will asked when he saw Cluny's face pale.

Cluny rested his hand on his sword and Will was thankful he was not a violent person. Though when he spoke his voice dripped poison, “It is Harrisa Will, and I have a feeling you just sunk her ship!”

Will looked slightly confused, until he saw the ship coming toward them was an English vessel. Harrisa, a violent pirate, must have captured the ship she was in and left hers while she hid the gold. Why she did not work like other pirates and remove the gold to her ship no one even knew. But Will knew one thing, they where in trouble.

They had no time to flee before she was upon them, she stood at the railing and scowled down at them as the ship finally slipped under the blue waters. Harrisa crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Cluny who was trying to hide. Her fine silk dress billowed in the breeze, filling the air with a rustling sound.

“You are a thorn in my side Cluny,” she finally called down to the young man, “why do you see it fit to torment me at our every meeting?”

Cluny had never liked her much; he could look Black Jack in the eye without flinching, but Harrisa? The very mention of her name caused chills to race up and down his spine. She was a remarkable woman that was for certain; she stood about six feet, was very well muscled for a girl, and was about in her early thirties. Her face was brown, her eyes a stale gray, her hair was her only real beauty; it was long and silky and as black as a moonless night.

Harrisa loved luxury, she surrounded herself with silks, lace, and jewels. Her crewmen where all chosen for their looks rather then their skill; it was believed that since she herself lacked in fine looks she would make up for it by capturing nice looking people.

Cluny now bowed to her, a graceful, sweeping bow, and said, “If I have done you any harm milady.”

“None of your flattery you...” she froze for a moment; she considered her self a lady and did not like to call names.

Cluny tried to hide his nervousness, once more he bowed low. “If my presence disturbs you so madam I shall leave,” and turning Cluny ordered the sails to be lowered.

“STOP!” Harrisa yelled and stamped her foot, “one move and I will send you to Davey Jones' Locker! You and your whole misfit crew!”

“Ah, now that hurt,” Dave said as he picked up his pet rat. “I ain't ne'er been called a misfit afore!”

And he grinned at Harrisa.

That boy made her forget her manners sometimes! She could not believe she had stooped so low as to call names. Cluny was grinning at her again. “Black Jack would love you dearly if you sent us to meet old Davey!” he called and caused her boiled over with rage; her face turned red.

“My what a temper!” Cluny called clicking his tongue. He glanced sideways at Will, Will gave a slight nod of his head.

Harrisa spun around and screamed, “BLAST THAT SHIP TO PIECES!”

Will turned and lowered the Merry's sails, the caught they snapped open in the wind. Cluny ran up the helm, and grabbed the wheel. Before Harrisa could open fire the Merry was speeding away; Harrisa stood on the deck of her ship, and screamed her threat at Cluny. Her words drifted across the ocean and fell cleanly on his ears. “You will pay for sinking my ship you miscreant! I will hunt you down, I will not stop until I have made you pay. No Davey Jones for you boy! You will be my personal slave!”

Cluny glared at Will and said, “Oh good, more mortal enemies!”

Will just hung his head.