Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time

Chapter 17

Desmond's POV

Edward steers the ship closer to the enemy ship and gives orders to his crew while I stand awkwardly at the side and fiddle with my cutlass.

"You ready for this, mate?" asks a raspy voice from behind me. I jump and spin around, coming face to face with Blackbeard, or as Edward calls him, Thatch.

"Don't do that!" I gasp, holding my chest right above my heart. Thatch laughs and smacks me playfully on the back.

"You're a funny guy, Desmond. I can see why Edward likes you!"

"Desmond! Come here!" Edward says. I walk over to where he's standing and see that the other ship is only a couple metres away.

"Follow my lead," Edward says.

Our ship grows a bit closer, and he pulls his hood on and grabs a rope. He then swings onto the other ship and shoots two people at once.

"Well, are you going to go?" Thatch asks.

I look at him, then back at Edward. The rest of his crew is beginning to leap onto the enemy ship, and I grab a rope and attempt to swing onto the ship with them.

Attempt. That's the key word here.

I nearly smack into their mast, and then when I drop to the ground, I stumble and almost fall over.

"Come on, Desmond! Get in the game!" Edward calls.

I recollect myself and get my cutlass ready. I see a guy coming at me, and I slash his stomach, making him fall over.

"Oh God!" I yelp as his head almost hits my foot.

"Desmond! Get it together!" Thatch yells. He's on the same ship as Edward and I now, and he's killing people left and right.

"Ok I'm trying!" I call back. I snatch my guns from my belt (because obviously the sword didn't work out) and start shooting people who run at me.

"There ya go!" Edward grins. He shoots another man and drops the empty gun onto the deck. He then pulls out another and keeps fighting.

In a matter of ten minutes, the ship is clear of all enemies. I put my guns back in my belt, panting heavily.

"That went well," Edward says, putting his swords away. He doesn't show any signs of exhaustion, and I roll my eyes before following him off the ship.

"Desmond, you sound tired!" Edward says.

"Yeah, who wouldn't be?" I ask.

Edward and Thatch look at each other and both raise their hands, trying not to grin.

"Shut up," I mutter.

"We didn't say anything!" Edward says.

"You just did," I say, grinning.

"Hey, that's not fair."

"Let's get back to the ship and have something to eat," Thatch says. Edward nods.

"Agreed. I'm starving."