Scarlette: What was that, Jaquie?
Jaqueline: Huh? Did I say something?
Vash: Um, yeah hon. you said something about a phantom.
Jaqueline: Huh. Well, let's forget that. I've no idea what that was about. On with the story!
Vash and Scarlette:.............
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I love having the night shift. It's the time when the sea is calmest and the sky is darkest. And, being a vampyr, I'm more a creature of the night than of the day: no matter if I sail in the sunlight. I love the dark calm of night. Tonight was especially quiet. All my crew was asleep. I was alone at the wheel. Just me, the sea, and the starry night sky. Did I mention it was a full moon?>
"Frieren," I murmured, tapping the wheel and freezing it so the Sparrow would stay her course. I stepped down to the maindeck and strolled around, tightening the ropes and making sure the anchor wouldn't fall and catch on some undersea rocks or coral. When I was sure all was secure I tookj hold of a lowhanging rope and swung up into the rigging, leaping from rope to rope up to the crowsnest, from which I sprang to the very top of the mainmast and balanced on my toes like a dancer, my arms spread wide. Before I had come out for the night I had swapped the sea-green evening gown I'd worn at my daughter's party for my normal brown breeches, white musketerr shirt, scarlet sash and reddish brown tricorn hat and boots, and flung a long navy blue cloak around my shoulders. The cloak and my sleeves flapped out behind me like the wings of some giant, dark bird, caught by the slight midnight breeze. So there I stood atop the mainmast, perfectly motionless, revelling in the glory of the night.
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Leagues away, the bloodshot blue eye of a vengeful man glared at the vampyr captain through a long oak spyglass.
"Look at that wench," he sneered to no one in particular seeing as he, like she, was the only one awake in his ship, "She thinks she's safe, does she? Thinks she has no enemies, eh? But she's wrong. She's bloody wrong. And that is one mistak that will cost her somethin' precious, like it did me," his left hand drifted up his scarred, weathered cheek to a black patch over the eye that was not pressed to a spyglass. His fingertips hovered there as though hoping to feel flesh rather than the leather covering.
"Aye," he muttered, taking the spyglass from his good eye, "If she thinks that I'll forget what she did after fifteen years she's wrong. Oh yes, I still remember. She stole my heart. Stole my heart an' not even in exchange fer 'er own. An' when I tried to show 'er my love that thrice damend bosun of 'ers got in the way and cost me my eye. But now...now I'll have vengeance! I'll have vengeance sure as my name is Arthur Bluebeard! Aye, fer now I know 'er weakness. I know 'er secrets; both of 'em!"
He shook his fist at the full moon, not remembering he still held the spyglass. It konked him on the head as he lowered his arm. Swearing, he folded the spyglass and placed it on his belt between a pewter pistol and a long, crooked silver sabre. Then Arthur Bluebeard returned to the helm of his ship, the Apocalypse, as the stars began to fade.
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As the starlight faded and crimson tinged the horizon Lilly appeared, yawning, from belowdeck to go to her post on the prow. She crossed to the mizzenmast and looked across to see me still atop the mainmast.
"Captain Sparrow," she called, "It's nearly dawn."
I nodded imperceptibly and let myself fall back, morphing into my signature form, a pheonix. I swooped down and hovered a couple meters from the deck before transforming back to human form and landing lightly on my feet in front of Lilly.
"Okay Lilly," I said, cocking my head toward the prow, "G'ahead. Your duties await."
She smirked, knowing I was teasing, then scooped up her little arctic fox Alice and dove at the prow; this time transforming into a wooden siren with the kit in her arms. I shook my head slowly, a grin on my face. I love her creativity. She turns into a new figure each day.
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Nothin much to say. Just a new chapter. Sorry about the weirdness at the beginning. I'm totally obsessed with Phantom of the Opera at the moment.Keep reading please. We're definitely nowhere near the end of the story. Comments Please!
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