Hate, With Passion (Editing)

Chapter ~ Eight: Decieved, with Charm

Ok guys that last chapter was a bit out of my box but i dont want to change it. I read it about a week later and actually found it pretty good.

when i write my chapter i dont EXACTLY know wat im writing ... it just flows i guess lol... i say lol a lot i should stop. lol errrrrrr no heheheh ^ ^

well if those of you were confused a bout POVs well i just added their name to whose POV it is so BE HAPPY !!!!! LLLLLOOO....... STOP! x also i am dedicating this Chapter to my Cousin: Ayesha xD

HERE IS CHAPTER EIGHT

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 The thick, dark, grey clouds hung low in the sky, creeping slowly, gradually devouring any remaining sunlight. The wind had transformed from a gentle, quiet breeze to a wailing, destructive tempest.

My long, black coat was viciously whipping in front of me. The collars were pulled up to my ears and my black hat was pulled down, shadowing my face.

My eyes had drifted off to the monstrous waves; throwing themselves at the ship. The ship would rock harshly, but never tipped over. The Black Dove stayed strong, it always did and would stay strong. A storm was coming; we would need to steer the ship to safety somewhere.

I sighed, I still was annoyed with that girl. Why did she make me so angry? Whenever I saw her, the image of 'her' would come to my mind. I shuddered, at the scarred thoughts. Forget about her, she’s not here anymore. She can’t do any harm.

 A loud rumble of thunder roared around and it suddenly poured down with rain. To call them rain drops was an understatement; these were bullets puncturing the skin. I pressed my thumb and fingers on the temples of my forehead, this weather was not helping my mood.

“Ai! Over here.” I called sternly. A tall, slim guy came running up to me on deck. He was soaked from the rain but he had a grin on his face still. “Will we make it through?” I asked keeping my eyes on the raging sea.

“Captain! We need to steer her out of the storm quickly!” Ai spoke rolling his eyes and grinning. Why is he always... happy. It was almost unbearable how happy he could be, even when there was a dangerous storm brewing.

“Fine” I squinted in the far distance, “Let us get to those cliffs.” I commanded, pointing to the small black silhouettes.

Ai stared out to where I pointed, “Aye aye Captain,” he smiled, and saluted me before scampering off to the Helm. I frowned at his childish behaviour, and I began to order the crew around.

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The storm had exhausted my crew out completely. We had made it safely to the cliffs ... Barely. I underestimated the weather and paid the price of damaged sails and a tired, injured crew. However I had pride and was not going to admit that to anyone.

The sharp rocks shooting out of the seabed helped to protect us from the sharp winds and menacing waves. It was difficult to manoeuvre the ship through the rocks and scrapped the ship a few times.

Everyone was so tired and soaked to the bone that they all decided to camp out on the sand. I had no objections with it as I was equally as tired.

The ramp was pulled down and we immediately started a fire. I ran a hand through my wet hair and sat down on an empty barrel. The rain had stopped but the wind was still strong. Blankets were passed round to warm ourselves up.

Ai gave me one first and I immediately gave it to the person next to me. I did not need to be treated better than everyone else simply because I was the captain. I stared at the crackling fire, the murmurs of voices becoming oblivious to me.