Jot 3

This is a working progress, but it's the only one that is progressing. I have so many story starts, but this one I've been able to work on consistently without too many blocks. I'm on page 50 and it's my longest one yet! So exciting!  Now I just have to keep it up. Don't lose it! Here's a piece of my greatest achievement thus far. 50 pages and counting!

JOT 3

“Ellery! Ellery!” Ellery looked up from the scarf she had been knitting for the upcoming winter to find Diego running through the house, stopping in front of her and panting. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied his face. His eyes were wide with fear and worry. There was a large tear in the knee of the trousers, seemingly from falling as he ran from whatever it was he was running from. “Ellery,” he said again, gasping.

            “What is it, Diego? Is everything alright?” She asked, setting down her project and standing before him.

            “No. Everything is most certainly NOT alright,” he replied, still trying to catch his breath. “The harbor…”

            “What’s wrong with the harbor?”

            “You need to get to the root cellar, Ellery. Now.” Diego grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the stairs leading to the cellar.

            “Why? Diego!” Ellery pulled her arm out of his grasp and forced him to look at her. “What is wrong? What is going on? Tell me now!”

            Diego stared at her, obviously contemplating what to say. He slid his large hand down the front of his face and kept it still over his mouth. He mumbled something.

            “What?”

            Again, he mumbled. Ellery pulled his hand from his mouth and held his face between her hands. “Diego!”

            Still, he paused. “The harbor.”

            “What about the harbor?”

            “It’s…it’s being attacked.” Diego grabbed her shoulders, pulling her hands from his face. “Now, let’s get you down there. I don’t want you to get hurt. Come on.” He pulled her forward.

Attacked, Ellery thought as she stumbled forward. Who would be…then she knew. She came to a sudden halt. Diego, still clutching her arm, stopped and dropped his chin to his chest. He breathed deeply, preparing himself. Turning slowly to face her, he said, “Ellery.”

“Pirates,” she whispered.

“Ellery. Come with me. You need to come with me.”

“Pirates are attacking the harbor.”