The failed ideas/short stories/chapters compliation

The Captain is sinking

The Captain is sinking-

AN: When I wanted to start a new fanfic, I thought up of this idea and wrote the first chapter. But then I had no idea on how to continue it so I left it and here it is!

This story (or chapter) is a mix of modern and history. The old and the new.

Not proof-read

Jordan is peacefully gazing at the sea. He was at a small wooden dock, the wood slightly rotten from exposure to sea water.

There was no one but him in the dock.

He wanted to take a small break, it was hard managing a huge ship full of hungry crewmen for an entire week, good thing they saw a port or else they would have starved to death.

One hand was holding a pipe, the other in one of the pockets in his trench coat.

2 men dressed up in suits approach him from behind.

One was bald, the other had neatly combed back blonde hair. He was holding on to something in one pocket. Could it be a gun? No..... they were banned after the 3rd war.

"Are you Jordan Maron? The captain of the ship "Jerry"?" the bald one asks.

He nods, and took a puff from his pipe, "What do you want? And who are you?" His back was facing the two men.

It was unusual for 2 strangers to approach him. True, he was quite famous in ports and the 7 seas around the world, he was almost a household name in fact, but those who approached him were the ones he trusted or someone whom he needed to do business with.

"We are the police," the blond hair guy took a card out of his pocket and held it for him to look at, but Jordan did not turn "You have been arrested for murder. We need you to come with us."

Jordan's eyes widened a little, his pipe almost slipped out of his hand but he managed to squeeze it tightly before it dropped to the wood below him.

"Murder?" he asked, and took another puff, "I never murdered anyone in my entire life," he said, shaking his head slowly. He was quite satisfied with what he had, why bother murdering anyone?

"We have evidence." the guy states proudly and puts back the card into his pocket.

"I did not do anything."

"But we have evi-" the bald guy said but was cut off mid-sentence.

"I said, I DID NOT do anything! And NO I will not go with you two." Jordan raised his voice. This time he turned to face them. Two men wearing suits wanting to arrest him for murder, great. Just great.

The two men looked at each other for a few seconds. "Looks like we have to do this by force then," the bald man muttered. He charged towards Jordan, fist out, but Jordan managed to duck and swiftly punched him in the stomach. He stumbled back a little, then charged towards Jordan once more. Jordan grabbed him arm and flipped him into the air. The guy landed painfully on his back and he fell unconscious. Pft, how weak.

AN: Sadly, I don't know how to write fight scenes

He saw a tazer to his left, and the next thing he knew, he blacked out.

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When he woke up, he was in a prison. His head felt fuzzy.

He didn't have a watch to tell the time, but judging by the light streaming in from the window, it was probably noon.

Jordan tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain hit his side, the place where the man had tazered him.

AN: You can try and imagine what happens next. What will he do? Who will he meet? The possibilities are endless.