Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2012 08:25:45 +0530
From: Samantha Samarasinghe <ss.surene@gmail.com>
Subject: Serenity of the Sea Chapter 2

Hi, I'm the author for this here story and hopefully it is an original. But
if you have come across something that you think has a similar script to
it, let me know and I'll stop right away.

Oh yeah, that goes for the people who have ACCIDENTLY come across this
chapter and are too young to read it or are in the country whose law makes
it illegal to read it. Stop It And Move Elsewhere... but I cant stop you so
if you do read it.... I hope you enjoy it.

If you have any feedbacks...either constructive or otherwise..... Let me
know.... I'll try to answer all your emails within a day (if I do get more
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(Where I left you off............)

After Simon left the cabin, Chris looked out the porthole and saw that the
sun was nearing the horizon. All that was left today was to tidy up the
mess room after dinner and then a bit more studying for the both of them.

The door to the cabin creaked open and Simon had a shocked look on his face.

"Chris.......I heard..." but Simon couldn't finish what he was about to say
as a loud bang echoed through the ship and then a violent shake made
everything, including Chris and Simon, fall to the floor.

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Chapter 2 - All hands on deck!

It seemed like the whole cabin was one big blender. Everything was being
tossed and thrown and the two boys looked for anything that was nailed down
so that they wouldn't be part of this shaken snow globe.

"Chris!!!" yelped Simon as he got hold of one of the bed legs. Simon looked
around but couldn't find Chris anywhere in the cabin. He couldn't even hear
himself think. That banging, no wait, it sounded more like a boom. Boom
after boom after boom. And the whole cabin was shaking. The glass in the
porthole started cracking in from the metallic frame.  Simon looked around
for his brother. There was still no sign of him. His study papers were
drifting through the air. A picture frame of his family on the floor. His
history book wet.

"Wet? CHRIS!!!!!" shouted Simon again now very desperate. He followed the
trail that made his book water soaked. There was a lot of water. And as the
cabin rocked back and forth, the water was coming over to where he was.
"It's not a lot of water" he said to himself just before shouting out
Chris' name yet again. Though this time he thought he heard a faint
moan. "I don't think there's a leak from the outside."

"The tub!!!!!" he yelled out as he looked over and saw that, in fact, the
tub had flipped itself over. Chris didn't empty out the bath, he thought.

There was that moaning again. But now Simon was sure that the sound came
behind the tub. No wait, from under the tub.

"Chris!!! Are you in there?" shouted Simon. There, that moaning sound
again. Now that he knew where his brother was, his senses started to focus
on the other things around him. The booming and vibrations had stopped but
the cabin was still rocking from side to side though not as violently as
before. Up above on deck he could now hear people shouting. People?, he
thought. Yes, there were people on this ship but not enough to make that
much of noise. Simon got up and ran towards the tub. With all his might he
lifted the tub and sure enough there was Chris. He had a bruise along his
forehead but there was not a sign of blood. Simon knew that Chris had just
bumped his head and was dazed. He pushed the tub further sending it onto
its side and freeing Chris completely. Simon pulled Chris away from the
mess of water and the risk of the tub falling back on them.

"Chris! Chris! Can you hear me?" shouted Simon into Chris' ear.

"Huh? W-w-what? W-w-here am i? Simon? W-what happened?" stammered the dazed
boy.

"Don't know. Something hit us, I think. Listen to the shoutings up
there. I'm okay. I'm not hurt at all but you have a bruise on your
head. It's all purplish." said Simon as he cradled his brother in his arms.

"I'm alright. It doesn't hurt." said Chris but then his eyes flew open and
he looked around and exclaimed, "Blake!"

With that, Chris stood up and helped his brother to his feet. After getting
his legs leveled out, Chris headed towards the door holding his brother's
hand in his. He unlocked it and then cautiously stepped outside and moved
in the direction of Blake's cabin. There was a bit of smoke near the
ceiling of the corridor but not enough to get them choking on it so they
moved on. Upon coming to the door, he tried pushing it and found it jammed
not allowing him to get through. He aimed his shoulder to the door and ran
towards it and pushed it open.

"Blake?!" shouted Chris.

"Chris?" came a weak reply back. Chris followed the voice and found Blake
hiding under the bed. "What the heck happened?".

Blake was shirtless. Chris could see the sweat dripping off his chest. Yet
he was shivering. This is the sweat of fear, thought Chris. He quickly
found one of Blake's shirts and a towel and eased him out from under the
bed, dried the sweat off him and got him into his shirt. Blake put an arm
around Chris' shoulder and with Simon still holding his hand, they ventured
out slowly to see what was happening.

Chris pushed the door to the deck open very carefully. It was oddly quiet
now. A little bit of smoke swirled in and he stifled a cough. He could feel
his eyes start to water. He pushed it a bit more and peaked out but this
time Chris was looking into the barrel of a gun.

"Come out very slowly... and no donkey business" said a man who was on the
other end of the gun. Chris came out as carefully as he could with the
other two boys in tow and looked over at the armed man. There was a turban
on his head and his face was covered with a scarf but not covered enough
for an ugly scare could be seen running across his hooked nose. The sight
of the scare sent shivers down Chris' spine. Chris' eyes travel further
south. The man was dressed in an array of clothes that didn't seem to match
but the number of daggers shoved into his belt meant that he wouldn't have
a problem with people telling him that he wasn't dressed well.

"Boys, it's all right. Do as they say. They wont hurt anyone else. Just do
as they say.", said Captain Murdock softly. Chris looked over to him and
nodded his head and then looked over to the person next to him. Chris' eyes
went wide. Luis was kneeling next to the captain, head down and the side of
his shirt was soaked red.

"Its only a small cut, Chris", the Captain continued noticing what Chris'
eyes were staring at. "He'll pull through. Seen worse before. Dont worry
about Luis, boys."

Chris, Simon and Blake all moved towards the Captain with the help of the
guns pointed into the small of their back. They then noticed that quite a
few of these men were on their ship, all dressed in a similar way. A few
fires had erupted around them.

Simon pulled at the sleeve of Chris' shirt and pointed behind them. Chris
and Blake looked over and saw another ship that had pulled aside
them. Looking further around, they saw that their ship had been battered
with holes and quite a bit of smoke bellowed from here and there.

All three boys looked at each other and the same word ran through their
minds at the same time.

"Pirates!", they whispered aloud to each other.

"Silence! No people say words!" shouted another of the turbaned men and
raised the butt of his gun towards Blake's head but just held it there
without striking him.

Just then, two of the scarfed men went under and started looking through
everything. The crew knew that there was nothing down there but clothes and
food. They heard the two men shouting to each other in a language they
haven't ever heard before. After a while, they came up with baskets
containing food rations. Clothes were useless for them, even though it
would have helped the pirates a long way.

"All people! Move to other ship!" shouted one of the pirates who was
pulling a rope bridge that a man on the pirate ship had thrown over and
tied it down. The Captain pulled himself and the First Officer up and
looked at the boys and with his eyes told them to follow him, no questions
asked.

The three boys got up and moved closer to the other two and they all went
over to the other ship. Chris looked around and noticed that it was only
the five of them.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" he whispered to the Captain. The Captain
looked back at Chris with a grave face and simply shook his head. The five
of them were then pushed through a door that led to a dark corridor and
eventually found themselves in a cabin that was now their prison. Simon
clutched on to Chris as close as he could get and started crying. Blake too
stood by his best friend and all three hugged each other for comfort in the
corner of the room hoping that they will see the light of day again. The
Captain went over to his First Officer looked to see if he could tend to
his wound. The atmosphere of a the cabin was dark save for a single burning
lamp that cast jumping shadows over fear stricken faces. Not one had any
idea as to what would happen to them and they prayed that everything would
turn out alright. All they could hear from above was the scrapping of feet
and the mumblings of men of whose words they could not understand. And once
in a while the wood of the ship creaked as if singing a harmony with the
endless waves of the ocean.

To be Continued.