Clove back in time (Hunger Games and Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Chapter 6: battleships

A/N I don't really have anything to write here so all I will say is vote, comment and fan. P.S. Those of you who think this book should have sequel, please inform me immediately.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I saw were iron bars. They were really blurry. I mentally slapped myself awake, sat up, and took in my surrounding. I was sitting in a cell. There was ankle deep water on the floor. A pole stood in the middle, probably helping to hold up the structure of the ship. I don't know how I knew it was a ship, maybe the gentle rocking motion underneath me, or maybe the fact that my cage was next to a wall, where a small hole showed me a vast expanse of water.

I sat down on the wet floor of the cage and sighed. Why had I helped Jack? I should have just gone with Elizabeth and Will. If I had, I wouldn't be here. I would be on the Interceptor, returning to Port Royal.

Bored, I started throwing my knives - which were still in my pocket - at the side of the ship, to pass the time.After I had almost gouged out another hole in the wall, I took to carving out patterns. I let my mind drift back to the games and found myself drawing pictures of the Cornucopia, my chariot in the tribute parade, all my knives, and some of the careers. After drawing one of Glimmer, I added devil horns and a moustache, then used it as target practice.

Eventually, two men came through a door and into the room containing my cage. One of them carried a tray of apples and a glass of water. I recognised them as the guy with one eye and his companion, the man who got shot. The one eyed man pushed the tray through the front bars, and the contents fell onto the floor. "What the hell!" I yelled, as one of the apples hit my head.. "Why'd you do that!?"

They ignored me, then turned on their heels and began to walk away. I picked up one of the apples and threw it at them. It hit one of them in the back of the head. A small popping noise came from their direction and a small wooden ball drop to the ground. "Hey, why the hell did you just drop that food on me?" I yelled at them as they turned towards me.

The man with one eye had picked up the small ball, and as he stood, I saw that where his eye should have been - the fake one - was an empty space. "Oi, Poppet, do you really think you can go throwin' stuff at us?" growled the guy who got shot. "We might have to inform the captain, eh Ragetti?" He elbowed the guy with one eye in the ribs.

"Might have to inform the captain," echoed Ragetti.

"But then again, I'm runnin' out of target practice. Maybe now would be a good time," said the guy who got shot. They nodded, smiling at each other, and started to pull their pistols out from their belts. I picked up the glass of water and smashed it against the side of the cage. Picking up two of the bigger shards, I threw them at the hands pointing guns at me. Hard. They both yelled out in pain, and I laughed. It had been a long time since I had watched people suffer.

"You know, I can do that with a knife instead, if you prefer. It's much more effective." I lifted my more delicate knife from the floor, and waved it threateningly in front of my face. They started whimpering, as if they where six. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Hey, you know I was just kidding."

They looked at each other, both now wearing matching expressions of anger. "Well, I think the captain should see this,"said the guy who got shot. "We might get a new addition to the crew. She could help us find Turner's kid." They turned and walked away.

I picked up my knives again, drew a target in the wall, and threw my knives. Each time I threw, it hit the center, and after fifteen minuets I became bored. I looked through the hole in the wall, and saw the sun almost in the middle of the sky. It was probably ten o'clock. How long had it been since I had left the Games? Three days?

I heard yelling on deck, and looked out of the hole to see the Interceptor, far off in the distance. We were gaining speed and catching up fast. I sat back on my heels and used my knife to make the hole bigger, not to escape - I would just drown - but to get a better view.