Chapter Two
"Aye, I see. Well, then I have to kill ye." He pulled a pistol from his belt, aimed it, and put his finger on the trigger. He slowly pulled the trigger. Grace stood there, petrified. The gun shot, but it was moving slowly. "What be this?! Some kind of black magic!?" the pirate yelled. The bullet was surrounded by a droplet of water, moving with the bullet, slowing it's path. Grace heard something whisper to her:
"Move, quickly!" Grace did as she was told. She stepped out of the path of the bullet, letting it clink against the wall behind her.
"Arrgh!! I don't know what ye did, but you won't be able to do it much longer!!" He pulled out another pistol and shot both at the same time. The bullets flew out, but clinked to the ground even before they could get close to Grace.
"Run...." the voice said to her, in a scratchy spirit voice.
"But..." Grace stuttered. "Who are you?"
"I am but a spirit, now, RUN!" the spirit commanded. Grace refused.
"I will not! I can't leave the island, and the pirate will find me if I do."
The pirate pulled out two tri-barrels. Loading, them he prepared to shoot. "I can only help you once more, and that's it..." the spirit mystified. The pirate was about to pull the triggers, when suddenly both pistols floated from his hand and landed on the floor next to Grace.
"ARG!!!! I don't know WHAT ye be doin', but GET OUT OF MY GROTTO!" the pirate yelled, throwing rocks at Grace. Grace picked up the tri-barrels and pulled the trigger on one. It shot without trouble. She then shot the other. Without trouble.
It must really be the spirit, she thought. She shot them in unison, aiming at the pirate so not to hurt him, but to scare him off.
Maybe, if I can scare this pirate out of his home, I can live here until I can repair my ship, and leave... She aimed at his hat, shot, and the hat flew off his head.
"ARR!! That's it!!" the pirate yelled, pulling out all of the pistols he had and flinging them at Grace like rocks. Grace shot each and every one of them flying at her with ease, aiming with precision. Each one exploded in the air. Oddly enough, the shrapnel from the explosion went back towards the pirate, but not towards Grace at all. "Ye be truly a pirate, not a governor's daughter! When word of this gets out, your reputation be ruined!!" the pirate ranted at Grace.
Truly, I must be a pirate, she thought. With one last steam, the pirate stormed out of the grotto, kicking up water as he left. Grace walked around, figuring out ways to rearrange the grotto to make it look like cheese, when a green mist started forming in the center of the cave.
"Hello, Grace..."
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