The Long Lost Lost Girl

Chapter Four: Plunger is Mightier then Sword

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Chapter Four

Plunger is Mightier then Sword.

Run! My mind screamed at me but my feet were rooted to the spot. Run! What are you waiting for? Go! Run! They're coming!

Suddenly, a sword landed next to me and something clicked in my brain. I sprinted down the moonlit path as fast as my legs would take me, I ran past rows and rows of flowers and other plants that I vaguely remembered the name of. Somewhere inside of me I knew that my chances of escape were slim to none. This path was a dead end, and once I reached the end of it I would have nowhere left to turn. The pirates would get me, it would be over. Why were there even pirates here? Why do they want me? What would happen if they got me? 

My mind was reeling with questions but there was one that kept repeting itself above the others.

What would Jo do?

What would Jo do? Jo wouldn't run. Jo would fight. Jo would be brave and fight those pirates even if it meant getting hurt. Who was I to run? They might want to get other children from the orphanage too. Although I had never picked up any sort of weapon in my entire life, I thought I had better chances of running towards a dead end. At least this way, with some luck, I could manage to injure a few pirates first.

I knew what I had to do. My eyes scanned the area for any sort of weapon to use.  There really wasn't much in the way of a weapon in the gardens, all I could see was flowers. And those weren't goint to do me much good. I heard the voices and footsteps of the pirates approaching. Come on Paisley, think! There's got to be something here!

Then, I saw it. Of course, I thought, the toolshed! The voices were getting even louder now. I figured I only had a matter of seconds to chose my weapon before they found me. I dashed over to the toolshed, whipped open the door and grabbed the first thing I could find, all in one fluid motion. They were just around the corner now. I dove into a nearby bush, praying that I had taken a shovel and thanking my lucky stars that this had not been a thorny bush. 

"This is it, dead end path, she's gotta be 'ere somewhere" A particularly gruff voice said.

"But I don' see 'er 'ere" A second voice said.

"Course not. Cause she's 'iding, isn't she?" A third, kind of squeaky voice said.

"We should look shouldn' we?" Asked a fourth voice.

"Aye, that we should mates." Said the second voice.

"Wait, wait... no we should leave. I 'eard that she already left." Said another voice. This one slurred all his words.

"She left? How could she leave?" The squeaky voice inquired. 

"On a unicorn. Said she was late for tea with the queen. Do any of you lot 'ave bananas? I'm 'ungry" The slurred voice said.

"Shut up Pegleg! You're drunk again!" Yelled the gruff voice.

"No I'm drunk!" Said Pegleg.

"The cap'n will be mad if we don' find her soon! Get looking!" Said another new voice.

I saw one of the pirates standing in front of the bush I was hiding in. This is my chance, I thought. I swung my mystery weapon at his ankles and knocked him over. Then I hopped out of my bush. Ten pirates were staring open-mouthed at me, I glanced at the weapon in my hand. It was a toilet plunger.

A toilet plunger? Really? Oh well, it seemed to be working in my favour, I thought and looked at the unconscious man at my feet.

"Grrr?" I said and tried to sound as intimidating as possible, but I don't think it was working too well for me.

"How precious, she's trying to be scary" The pirate closest to me said. He was very tanned and had a long scar on his face.

I felt anger boil up inside of me. It was bad enough that they were trying to kidnap me. Now they were making fun of me too? No way, I was not going to deal with this.

Bonk!

I hit the handle of my plunger against the side of the tan pirate's head. He crumpled to the ground. Oh my. I just beat a pirate. I was torn between the shock of having battled a pirate and the excitment that I actually beat that pirate.

The other nine pirate's shocked expressions mirored how I felt on the inside, but I tried not to let that show through too much. 

Then, without warning, another pirate, I think it was the squeaky voiced one, ran at me with his sword. I held out my plunger menacingly and swung it as hard as I could, not really aiming for anything in particular. However, my stratagy of blindly swinging a toilet plunger wasn't as successful as it was last time and the squeaky voiced pirate had managed  to chop off the half of my plunger that had the rubber thing on it. Leaving me with nothing but a wooden stick.

"Well it looks like you're done now doesn' it, miss?" The squeaky voiced pirate sneered.

I jabbed the plunger at his face and took off running up the pathway where I first ran. From behind me I could hear the voice of the pirate that I had hit with my plunger-stick.

"Am I bleeding? I think I got meself a sliver too! Ow. It might even be broken!"

I seriously doubted it was broken but I didn't stop to see if my suspecions were correct. I just kept on running.

Before I reached the front of the manor where the pirate ship was, I squeazed myself through a hole in the fence that I used to use to run away for a bit when I was younger. It was a tight fit, but I managed to scramble through. I pushed my back up against the wooden fence so I couldn't be seen by the pirates that were now running by on the other side. 

I kept my breathing steady so they wouldn't suspect I was behind the fence. Even though this wasn't over, the pirates were still there, a small portion of me felt relived. I don't think they'll find me hiding here. I might of actually done it, I really might of evaded the pirates!

If you had told me yesterday that by this time tomorrow I would have met pirates and defeated them using only my wits, and a toilet plunger then I would've thought that Sister Kathryn slipped something into the poriddge.

"Sorry about this, love." said a male voice who I assumed was one of the pirates even though he has an Irish accent and sounds young, unlike the gruff, raspy voices of the other pirates.

I gasped and tried to twist around to see who was talking to me but he clamped a hand firmly over my mouth.

"MMMF!" 

I felt him pinch my neck, then I went limp.

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I hope this chapter is longer then the last one was. It's March break now so I'm probably going to be uploading more then usual. Yaaaaaay!  Please Comment and stuff. I'm taking advanced english next year and I really want to improve my writing. Thanks for reading!