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Really Sorry About This...

Ok, so you've probably all noticed Written By Us is kinda... uhhh...yucky looking... that's because I was in the middle of getting us some new pics, fonts, colors, etc, when my computer froze and crashed. I can't get on the internet half the time, and as for fixing this, its out the question for awhile. I'm soooo sorry!

If I can't fix it within a few days, I'll grant you guys the power to fix it. (I'll try to that as soon as possible, I'll let you know.)

Anyway...

Feel free to keep posting...I'll try to get it back to a good-looking blog again. If I can't I'll just grant you guys the power to fix it. TTYL sorry again!

Chapter 20

This chapter will shock you, (Jamison makes up)!!!!!!!! Hehe. Tell me what you think! :) I told you this before, but this story is about it get very very exciting. I can't wait to post it! Luckily, I like typed the whole story up, so I just have to copy and paste it. I should be able to post once a day, maybe twice, though that's stretching it.


Chapter 20:

The next evening, after supper, Sarah slipped away, by herself onto the deck. The sun was beginning to set. It cast its red-orange glow about the waves and ship, and lit the sky into shades of red and pink.

Sighing, she leaned over the rail. Their journey was just over half done. When they got to the Bahamas in a few months, she would be sold into slavery, and then the Ransom's crew would go off looking for that hidden treasure.

Tears fell from eyes as she thought about it. The crew may have been becoming nicer, but she was worth several hundred crowns, and the ship, including Jamison Dread, was in need of money.

In the galley, the crew was cleaning up after supper. It was a new skill they had learned from Sarah. Once they were done, cards and dice were brought out, and they played by candle light on the old wooden tables. Then Johnny noticed Sarah was missing, usually she was right with them, either playing, or cheering and jeering with the rest.

"I wonder where she's gone off to." he wondered, looking out the galley window, he caught sight of her leaning over the wooden railing. "Ah, there she is! Alone on the deck with the sun setting..."

Suddenly, Johnny realized what a golden opportunity this was.

He at once pulled Jamison aside.

"This is the perfect time for you to apologize, Jamie! Don't worry, I'll make sure no one goes out on the deck. You two can be all alone. Go on out and say you're darn sorry for everything!"

Jamison looked worriedly at Johnny. "Do you really think it'll do any good?"

"Yes!"

"Alright." said Jamison running his hand through his dark hair. "If anyone comes out here, you're walking the plank, Johnny boy! You hear?"

"Aye aye, Jamie!"

"Quit calling me that! Like I'm not nervous enough..."

"Jamison Dread is scared of poor little helpless Sarah? Jamison Dread can fight of savages and blood thirsty pirates, but is too scared to face a little lass?" Johnny broke into a fit of laughter.

"Knock it off!" cried Jamison shoving Johnny.

"Alright, alright. And good luck, Jamie!"

"Stop calling me that! And thanks."

Jamison flung open the galley door, and marched up the deck. He stopped, and glanced at the galley window. Johnny nodded, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Strange little kid." thought Jamison "Always meddling in other people's affairs. He should mind his own business for once."

Sarah's head was leaning on the rail, her long blond hair falling over the side of the ship. She was crying. And she didn't seem to notice him.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" he asked coming up beside her.

"Everything." said Sarah, too upset to wonder why Jamison was out here and talking with her. "I miss my home so much. And, well, its not the nicest feeling to be sold as a slave."

He put his hand on her shoulder, and gently pulled her away from the side of the ship. "I'm sorry." he said sincerely, catching her eye.

"For what?" asked Sarah cautiously, but keeping the gaze.

"I'm sorry for everything I did. I'm sorry for tricking you, kidnapping you, being so rude and mean, and cruel, and all the other bad things I've done." he paused "And I don't expect you to forgive me. Its a heck of a lot to forgive. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry, and I wish I had never done any of it. I wish I could just go back in time, but I can't. Sarah, I'm so sorry."

Sarah was quite for a long time. She fingered the her skirt as if she didn't know what to say. At last she spoke, looking him right in the eye.

"You say you don't expect me to forgive you." she paused again "Well, what if I already have?" she laughed "Jamison, I must admit, I didn't think I ever would, but I can, I really can forgive you, and I do, Jamison Dread, I forgive everything."

There was silence for a moment. Both of them were clearly surprised at what the other had just said.

"Thank you." said Jamison at last "And I want you to know, you're not going to be sold as a slave. I'd die before I'd let that happen. As soon as I can, I'm bringing you home."

Sarah couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"Really? Really, Jamison?"

"Yes. Once we're in the Bahamas, I'll get you on board the first ship I can."

"Oh, Jamison!"

Sarah smiled. She was going home! "Thank you so much!"

"No, thank you." said Jamison "And if there's anything, ever, I can do to make it up to you, don't hesitate to ask."

Sarah was so overcome with emotion, she didn't know what to do. Should she hug him? No, that seemed a little too quick. She felt happy tears well up in her eyes, she tried to wipe them away. "Jamison, can we be friends now?" she asked

"Yes, of course, Sarah."

New Story!!

Here's a new story I just started. :) I didn't write much, so it's only a little bit. Please tell me if you like it! And also please tell me if I'm copying anything! Because if I did, that would be horrible. ;)

Elizabeth of the Northern Hills

By Emily Froula

Chapter One: Death

Elizabeth sat down next to her mother, while the nurses helped her give birth to a son. Her mother screamed in pain, her name was Hannah. Her mother was not only struggling to have the baby, but also struggling to go through a terrible illness. Elizabeth’s father had just died in the war, now she was very worried that her mother would die too, any time soon.

When her mother finally had the baby, she was more close to death than ever before. She was sweaty, weak, and unable to walk or say anything. But, somehow, she managed to murmur quietly to her daughter, “Lisie, take care of the baby, I am going to die, I have no inhabitants to give you but this.” And she handed Elizabeth a silver necklace that looked so much like a rosary.

“No! Mother! You can’t die! No, please!” Elizabeth cried, through everlasting tears. But it was too late, her mother, was dead. Elizabeth was now an orphan with no one to take care of her, except the nurse and the servant, but they weren’t old enough to take care of anybody. What would she do?

Elizabeth was too sad to say anything, and she stayed with her mother, sobbing for days. Soon the nurse left, and the young servant thought and thought of what she could do for poor Elizabeth. She had stayed there crying at her mother’s bedside for three days now. What would she ever do without her mother?

“Come away, darling,” the servant, said, whose name was Mary, “we must find someone else to look after you, now, it’s not good for you to stay here before your mother this long.”

“No, I won’t go! I won’t leave her!” shouted Elizabeth. Mary sighed, but, soon Elizabeth went away from her mother, still sobbing, and took Mary’s hand.

They both didn’t know what to do about her mother’s death. But just went out of the country and into the city, trying to find a person to adopt the baby and the Elizabeth, or an orphanage. But Elizabeth really hoped they didn’t fine one. She hated the orphanage.

Chap 19 (In Which Jamison Becomes Even Nicer!)

Jamison ain't so bad, is he?!? And just you wait for the next chapter...you won't believe what happens!!!!

Chapter 19

It took weeks, but Jamison finely broke away from the illness. But it had changed him. No longer was he always angry. No longer did he treat Sarah as a slave. No longer did he get into horrible fights for no reason. Really, had had become a very good young man.

The crew noticed it right away.

"He's so happy." remarked Cardshark "Its scary, really."

"The sickness never left him." said David Rock "It just went to his head!"

"Well, I sure don't care what's happened." said Arnold Beer "He's mighty nice now. Not once have I heard him curse, or yell at anybody. A real relief after all we've had to put up with."

The Captain soon noticed too, and on night, he summoned Jamison to his cabin.

"Are you alright, lad?" he asked.

"Great, sir."

"I've been noticing... you're not as..."

"Rude? Selfish? Angry? I was all those things, and more, but I'm not now. Or, at least I try not to be."

"Why?"

"You might say..." he laughed "You might say I've finally grown up. I see what's right and what's wrong now. Man, I'm ashamed it took me so darn long to find out the right way to live."

The Captain looked at him strangely, at least he spoke, and when he did, the words were heavy and slow. "And tell me, what is right, and what is wrong?"

"All the killing of innocent people, sir, that's wrong. Stealing, that's wrong too. Lying, cheating, smuggling, looting, kidnapping, its all wrong, sir."

The Captain looked angry. And he turned to face Jamison. "And what of slavery. my boy? Is that wrong too?"

"Aye, Captain. It is."

"So..." said the Captain confused "What will you be doing with the gal?"

"I'll return her to her home as soon as I can. I, myself, will pay for it."

The Captain pulled at his beard. He was clearly upset and confused. "You're, you're done with us then, lad?"

Jamison shrugged. "I'll do anything you want, so long as it isn't wrong."

"But you won't be doing a real dirty pirate work, will ya, boy?"

"No, sir."

The Captain was quite for a long time. At last he spoke, and when he did, it was as if it hurt him. "What changed you, Jamison, me boy?"

"Sarah did." answered Jamison honestly "She just made me see how much, I, all of us, were hurting other people."

The Captain sighed, and looked out of his window onto the gray sea. "Alright, lad." he sighed "You may go now. I've heard enough."

All the crew, except for the crabby David Rock, started to slowly, follow Jamison's good example. Sarah was greatly pleased with this, and told them all so.

Slowly but surely, each day, they got a little better, a little nicer, and a little kinder. Sarah found herself seeing Jamison differently, along with the rest of the crew.

"They really are a good lot." she thought to herself "Really, they are."

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Chapter 18:

So Sarah turned into Jamison's little maid and waitress. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it to be. He certainly was not nearly as crabby. Though, he was probably too tired to be crabby. And he didn't yell as much. Though he was probably too tired to yell too. And he actually said "please" and "thank-you". This, Sarah blamed on the fever, surely Jamison would never say those words if he wasn't crazy with fever. But then again... he never did have too much of a fever...

All in all, Sarah found him funny and smart, and she found it very nice indeed that he treated her like a lady, not a slave, in their time together.

But still, Sarah could not find it in her to forgive him, nor, did he ask to be forgiven.

Then, one morning, Jamison suddenly grew very sick. He was even worse the next day, and the day after that, he truelly went crazy with fever. As it had been with Sarah, the fever was the worst part of it all. Jamison would cry out things in his sleep and and move wildly about. This, Sarah knew was a sign of just how bad the fever was.

And Sarah, was actully, a good deal worried about him. Just a little bit. But she rarely left his side, and it was she who fought to bring the fever down. But it did not break that day, or even the day after that.

Then the whole crew became worried for their young first mate. Nobody, not even Sarah or Skinner, had been as sick as Jamison was now.

Each day the fever stayed, Sarah grew more worried. She didn't rightly know why. After all, wouln't it be best for her if Jamison just died?

But, Jamison had been there for her when she had been sick. He had stayed up with her, no matter how tired he was. Kidnapper or not, he was becoming a little bit nicer.

On the fifth day of the fever, it looked like Jamison might not make it. Sarah laid her head upon his forehead, he was as hot as fire. Johnny watched sadly.

"Ain't nothing we can do for him." he said shaking his head. "You take a break, Sarah. You've been here hours on end. I'll watch him for awhile." Sarah stood and streached. She cast a long look at Jamison, and reclutantly left the cabin.

Not five miniutes after she had left, Jamison awoke. Sweaty and tired still. "How things going, matey?" asked Johnny

"Not great. You?"

"Fine. I took yer' place ya know. Everyone is getting on fine."

"Sarah?"

"Oh yeah, she's ok. Worried sick about you though."

"What? Me? No!"

"Aye, Jamie. She is, as plane as day."

"Nah, can't be. I've heard her say over and over that I'm the worst man alive. And she's darn right."

"You're not that bad, matey!" cried Johnny, laughing.

"I am. You don't know half the crimes I've done." he paused "Now look here, Johnny boy, if I don't get over this, see that Sarah is not sold. Use my money and buy her. Promise me this, lad! If I die I need to know that she's safe and free. Do you hear?"

"Aye, Jamie. I promise. But do you really feel that sick? Talking of death and all?"

"No, not really. But you never know your future." he paused again "And Johnny, lad, if I do go, tell Sarah a real sorry for all I did. I wish I had never done any of it. Tell her that, will ya?"

"Well, don't you think that's something you should tell her yourself?"

"Well... yes, but it won't do any good. This is not just a little thing I did. Tis' a huge, horrid, sin, I did to her. And i really am truelly sorry now. But I can't rightly say I am, face to face with her."

"And why not, matey?"

"For one thing she'd prbably just git' mad at me. And for another, can you think of what the Captain would say if he knew I aploigized to her? He already noticed I liked her."

Johnny grinned. "So you do have feelings for the gal!"

Jamison shrugged.

"Well, tis' a big mess, that's for sure." said Johnny grimly.

Jamison sighed. "You know what, lad?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be a pirate any more. But this is the only place I can go. This is the only place I'm welcome. Where else can I go?"

Johnny shrugged. "I sure as heck don't know. When are you qutting?"

"I never said I was quttting. But something tells me this is the last sailing of the First Mate Jamison Dread."

Kateri's Pirate Story: At Long Last

hehe! Long time, no post! Here's chapter seventeen. In case you don't remember what is going on...here's chapter 16. Sorry I haven't posted in ages. Tell me what you think!!! Enjoy!



Chapter 17

It was a long, long, time before people started getting better. Sarah was one of the last to finally get back to her daily work, for Jamison declared, that even once she was healthy, she wasn't to work for another full week. And even once she started working again, it was only a quarter of what she used to do.

One morning, soon after, Sarah saw Jamison was getting sick. When others noticed it, he declared that he was "fine", and that it was "nothing". Sarah, who knew how bad the strange illness really was, yelled at him to quit working and go rest. But he just laughed and said, "Who are you to give the orders, young lady?" And then marched away to take care of the sails.

It took Captain Frite to make him rest.

"You are not to leave your cabin!" he thundered "I'll see to your work. You, my lad, are not to be doing any labor of any kind, in any way, do you hear? No fighting, no raising or lowering sails, no fishing, no lifting anything heavy, you, you, aren't even to yell at the men! Do you hear me, lad?"

"Aye, aye, Captain." said Jamison "But, honest, I could just work a little bit more..."

"No! I'm not going to let my first mate work himself to death! Now get out of my sight, boy."

The Captain turned to the rest of the crew. "Johnny, my boy, you'll take Jamison's place. You hear? Ya know what to do, matey. I trust ya to do well."

"Aye aye!" cried Johnny, clearly excited.

"Of course he had to but the devil boy in charge." murmured David Rock. "We're all doomed."

Johnny just shrugged and laughed and began shouting orders. Sarah found it entertaining to see the little boy ordering the big men around. Sarah watched, giggling. Johnny noticed.

"You don't think you're getting away without doing any work, do ya, lass?"

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"You, lassie, have a very very special job."

"Oh? And what is it?"

"You, are to wait on our dear sick first mate, Jamie Dread. You'll see he has his meals and takes care of himself, ya hear?"

"Uhhh...? But Johnny!"

"No buts about it, gal!" cried Johnny laughing

"But, Johnny, haven't you noticed, that uhh, we don't like each other so much? We, well, sort of...hate each other."

Johnny nodded. "That's the reason for this order, lass! We can't have people hating each other, can we?"

"Well, alright, I don't hate him. I just find Jamison really really really...annoying."

"And I'm afraid that I don't care."

"But, Johnny! I'll scrub the decks, I'll clean the galley, I'll do anything! Just please, don't make me wait on Jamison Dread!"

"I'm in charge, remember, Sarah? Now go! Go fall in love with Jamie, errr, uhhh, I mean, go spend some time with Jamie! Run girl!"

Sarah felt her face grow hot. So that was Johnny's plan! Trying to make her, Sarah Smithins, fall in love with that nasty Jamison Dread.

Well! In time could they possibly become friends? Maybe. But that was stretching it. Could they ever fall in love with each other? Never! No, that was impossible.

He had tricked her and kidnapped her. That was going to take Sarah a long long long time, if ever, to forgive.

Plus, he was still taking her to the Bahamas to sell her.

How could a girl fall in love with a man who was going to sell her?