DracnKitten
Littlest Shamrock
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Sarah huddled in the barrell that smelled like horrible, rotten potatoes. Her hair was a bit tangled, and even pulle dback it managed to find way to fall into her eyes. Every time she heard voices she froze, and sat extra still. She wasn't supposed to be here, she couldn't be found . . . why hadn't she thought this plan out better?
Sarah was 18, just barely 18, willful and sometimes a little too spirited. She tended to jump to conclusions and act on a whim, rather than think things out. This was one of those times. In a mad break to be free of her family she had climbed on this ship, a pirate ship, and dug herself into a barrell. If she had thought abotu how long she'd be stuck on teh ship, and the chances of being found . . . she might not have done so. Instead. she had acted the moment she saw the ship and now, as her legs adn back began to cramp, she wondered if jumping ship would be any better.
The she heard the voices close by, and she had the most inconveniant urge to stretch. She had a horrible charlie-horse. SHe covered her mouth so that she couldn't cry out, but her face screwed u p with pain.
And the worst of it was, the voices were getting clsoer rather than further. And they stopped right beside her barrell. SHe tried to burry a whimper of pain in her hand, but she would have to hope that the sound of their own voices would cover her own.
Sarah was 18, just barely 18, willful and sometimes a little too spirited. She tended to jump to conclusions and act on a whim, rather than think things out. This was one of those times. In a mad break to be free of her family she had climbed on this ship, a pirate ship, and dug herself into a barrell. If she had thought abotu how long she'd be stuck on teh ship, and the chances of being found . . . she might not have done so. Instead. she had acted the moment she saw the ship and now, as her legs adn back began to cramp, she wondered if jumping ship would be any better.
The she heard the voices close by, and she had the most inconveniant urge to stretch. She had a horrible charlie-horse. SHe covered her mouth so that she couldn't cry out, but her face screwed u p with pain.
And the worst of it was, the voices were getting clsoer rather than further. And they stopped right beside her barrell. SHe tried to burry a whimper of pain in her hand, but she would have to hope that the sound of their own voices would cover her own.