Waves clashed and sundered before a heaving vessel sailing forth aimlessly, tide’s rippled into swirls against the titanic might of the ship. Uneasiness creaking, relentless winds, a tumultuous storm approached.
“Let’s end this, matey.” A scoundrel affirmed his eyes glowered in advance and illuminating gold, activating his heritage Truesight, saw a precognition of brief seconds prior, of what will happen or has. – If he hadn’t then, knowing his advisory, he would’ve died right there seeing his future-self fetch a bullet to the skull. Soon as he worded his peace his blood-brother pulled his trigger remorseless.
During their intense conversation Captain brought his boot’s loose pulling out ankle first. WIth a formidable accuracy and force in his traditional tactic he threw it at the pinpoint moment that barrel was going off. It wasted a bullet to the air changing the trajectory and going into the skull of their crest on their flag they shared.
He launched his other boot at Sol, who leapt away predicting it knowing Captain’s ploys. But that was only a diversion that deviant rogue, enacted the legendary unbeatable secret technique passed on generation to generation among all fighters against an immovable wall… RUN~!
The Seeker launched himself in pace off his own ship. Hearing overhead, “Nice try Cap’n! BUT.. bullet wins against even that!” Revealing a second-pistol that his tail had prepared, Captain was against a foe that was equally cunning as him. A shot, barreled out and clocked Kuro through his shoulder as he descended off the ship.
Strangely, no splash... Confused Sol expected to pick-up the sound. He leaned over the ship’s rail, not a speck of blood, or anything…
No. ...That accursed pirate leapt off and climbed down, crawling through a window-gap between the cannon’s in the Gunport! Kuro's adrenaline, blood swelled high with all this tension. He surveyed left to right the room he was in, knowing his advisory equally as well… Captain couldn’t hope to win against Sol who had all that ammunition on him, or six extra firearms on his holstered coat. He needed to disarm them all in one fell swoop.
His items to use were a crate of fireworks the crew wanted to celebrate Captain’s victory at the Budokai but came-up short, there was gunpowder, rigging tools and contraptions, a training dummy and of course cannons that would’ve taken too long.
Shortly after, the Captain laid out his plan if he had any… Sol arrived rushing down below taking shortcuts to arrive quicker, he built the Worldly Finder after-all. What a terrifying enemy to go against! Not only a pirate brethren, but shipwright.
Captain against a Shipwright the two knew-each other thoroughly, from sea-vessel to personal.
In the pitch-shadows of the gun-port, he saw the silhouette of a figure and that infamous Tricorne Hat stood – unbeknownst his hat was propped on the straw-dummy, and a trail of blood-droplets to give it belief, without any hesitation, on impulse alone, he pulled out his gun, and shot a round that was designated to end this chase, an explosive round, there was no fear, only a maniac set to destroy and erase, the recipe for a great ruler of the sea.
…But Solaire knew his enemy lacked patience. When that shot connected, of course it led to a chain-reaction, but not like any; Sol accounted for, nor the ship they drifted on the ocean with.
Internally a massive combustion came forth, then sparked the fireworks, to spiral everywhere, catching further pyro to everything, leading into gunpowder that led directly up the staircase. Sol’s eyes with lunacy in surprise but also, praise… The Purveyor of Ingenuity showing himself with honor and dishonorably, once again.
Again though; this shipwright believed he knew all the tricks against Captain and threw out a contraption, a device that gave a ward, that protected him from the initial impact. It subsided after a ilm, Sol’s foot that back-stepped, hit a snag, a singular rope that was burning from a sparked firework, led directly to his bottom coat. A ember ablaze drew upward; how ironic, this betrayal started with Sol’s attempt to extinguish Captain in cinder.
“SHIT!” Came from the Raen, who screamed throughout the ship’s corridors. Forcing him to throw off his chest ware and his arsenal included, now led into using the – secret unbeatable technique: run!
Once that ammunition was given enough heat and fire, that amount Sol carried, a rocketing explosion carried throughout the gunport, denoting and making a huge crater in the room, the ceiling showed the outdoors.
The weather’s rain trying its hardest to sizzle out fire but the storm had yet, approached with a devastating downpour. The ship wobbled and forced both of them into launching and losing balance and smashing against wherever they were, everything shook like they received cannonfire from their enemies.
Kuro wasn’t in the clear either. That shot that he received, had frighteningly been revealed, among pirates, you should expect foul play. Sol was the Innovator of Disaster, the bulky Seeker felt a dizziness and coldness, sickness in him before vomiting forth. He had been poisoned with an agent that worked against his tolerance. His body often could handle any biological, plant based since his body was not only conditioned in consuming from his Black Shroud visits… But this was a Garlemald force, with hands-on industrial chemical poison. It worked faster than expected.
Now Captain was on a clock, to get to his cabin room. The hallway he was in, held a safe-back door way there, with a secret ladder connecting the left and right wing of his closest Crewmates by a ladder and hatch to his cabin. Amongst his pace forth, a turret deployed in ambush came out, detecting Kuro’s heat signature. Thinking quickly on his feet the feline jumped off his feet and grabbed a rope to a lighting source to evade the first shots.
He swung himself with rapid-movement channeling Huton between and yanking the fixture with him, swinging off the appliance with force he destroyed both the chandelier and the small-turret bot.
All that movement did was quicken the poison, he could feel his breathing congested, his lungs getting infected in distress, not having long before it eventually traveled to his heart or brain, he was against time.
Sol was discombobulated and knocked into a barely conscious state from the whiplash of landing so harshly and close to that devised sonic impact, although showing signs of life, his scales had damage.
Meanwhile the Blackguard reached the ladder but now, knowing things were booby trapped ahead, going forth, Captain had to be even more careful. The moment he lifted up, a laser flashed across, if it wasn't for his instinct and tail sticking up, would’ve lost his digit. Instead he recoiled, another droid-node was spinning around, searching for further heat signature.
Kuro began panicking, heart racing from cold-sweats, he was seeing double-vision at this point. The pirate leapt off the ladder and with the poison’s noticeable effects in his steps, he was stumbling to reach the galley. From there he brainstormed and looked for a fast solution. With survival in mind, he reached into his own flesh-wound and pried finger first with a pain-jerking reaction his bullet still lodged in him. Taking the Crew’s stove and burning a pan he made a make-shift tool to cauterize his protruding crimson ichor that wanted to spurt out into a blood pool.
Unable to dally, Captain turned off the stove’s flame and grabbed a match box of lighter, fuse, and a high alcoholic bottle of brew. He returned to that troublesome ladder and concocted a molotov cocktail throwing the contained incendiary with hatch open and overhead, the laser-turret picked up and shot its heat and caught glass-break, which the flames ignited and melted the metal. Kuro, following right behind in pursuit, put out the fire before it grew impossible to quell.
Stumbling his skin, noticeably more pale. A thick-dry vomit of blood came ushering out of his design. Taking further strain, the energy of Kuro was fading, it had taken over his entire lungs now. He saw the collection of potions that were neatly in the display case of antidotes, alchemy purposes in his room, he just needed to reach… So tired… Eye’s struggled to stay open, drowsiness was swelling up.
Captain finally clasped palms over the sliding glass to his stash of salvation, upon his knees with little to any coherence left, a tripwire sprung, and every concoction inside was shattered with a rope and cannonball attached from above his ceiling if he had the muster to stand earlier, it would’ve smashed into him breaking his spine from the impact, but instead with Sol’s own dangerous creativity, it still served to be disastrous for a frantic, panicking Captain.
“N-n-no….!”
Salvation nearly at hand was broken into shrapnel of shattered glass, pools of various liquids were all over the place. Captain somehow had to identify and recognize the right one at this point, from his smell, texture and memory alone.
He deteriorated further. Sprawling forth to his only chance. The palpitations in his heart began their last sequences, slowing noticeably, almost instantaneously. Captain lapped against wood, splintering tongue against a green murky pool with his last ditch-effort.
However, a stillness came over. Pupils dilated, devoid of life, raspy breathing wheezed, before unfortunately… silence.
After their friend Alison goes missing, friends Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, Spencer Hastings, and Emily Fields begin to drift apart without her to hold them together. However, they are drawn back together when a year later each girl begins receiving threatening messages from a mysterious person known only as “A”.
“A” knows secrets only Alison could know, but just as the girls are sure it must be her, Alison’s body is discovered buried in her parents backyard.
The girls must then go to extraordinary lengths to keep their secrets while attempting to uncover “A’s” identity and what they have to do with Alison’s death.
Rating: 3/5
I was hesitant to watch Pretty Little Liars, but I’d heard a lot of hype and my roomate swore it was engaging if not good, so I gave it a try.
The characters are kind of stereotypical archetypes: Spencer is the overachiever, Hanna is the it-girl dumb blonde, Aria’s is the artistic sensitive one, and Emily is the jock. Of all of them, Spencer is probably my favourite. Besides being really smart, she’s really driven and good at rallying the others when they’re freaking out. She’s given a little more dimension by the fact that her sister’s even more of an overachiever so she’s always second best in her family, but she doesn’t let that stop her from trying to be number one.
However, it’s the plot is mostly what drives this show. The mystery is intriguing from the get go and just when you think you know everything it throws something new at you.
I won’t say I loved it, but I can certainly see why teens would with all the high drama and hot boys. It also gets points from me for being based on a book series and thus potentially encouraging reluctant readers who are fans to pick up the source material.
Appeal-Factors: Angst-filled, High-drama, Menacing, Compelling, Plot-driven, and sarcastic.
Awards:
2012 Teen Choice Award: Choice TV Show: Drama
Nominated for 2012 Gay and Lesbian Entertainment Critics Association: Outstanding Drama Series
2012 People’s Choice Awards: Favorite Cable TV Drama
2011 Teen Choice Award: “Choice Summer TV Show”
2010 Teen Choice Awards for “Choice Summer TV Show”
Suggested for: grades 10 and up.
Suggested Book-talking Hook: What if you were being blackmailed by a dead girl?
Read-alikes:
Pretty Little Liars by by Sara Shepard and the Gossip Girl TV show.
Cochran-Neilan, L. (2010). Pretty Little Liars [Television series]. Burbank: ABC Family.
