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The capture: a ninjago fan-fic: chapter 3The capture ch.3
"The caves of Dispair?! Are you kidding me! I hated that place enough and we have to go back?", shouted Jay.
"If we want Zane and Nya back I think we'll have to", replies Kai.
Yeah I know I didn't have to capture the white ninja but he spotted me and I panicked. He's not as loud as I'd pictured, but that just makes it easier for me. As I run towards the caves of Dispair a shadowy figure pushes me to the ground with a sword in hand.
"Who are you", I ask.
It looks at me," Ventro"
Honestly I have no idea what Zane's doing or where he is but I still have to deal with the two other ninja. Their both arguing on where there going to find Zane and Nya. I come in and say the caves of Dispair. They are both like "oh ya".
"And how about we get going over there"
Jay says,"But he'll expect us to come now, so I say we wait for a week or two."
"But if they are there they'll starve", Kai says sarcastically.
Jay embarrassed says,"I knew that"
Ya you see
The capture:a ninjago fanfic: Chapter 2"What happened?", Zane asked. It was still midnight, Jay looked out the window of the bridge. He could see a figure in a ninja suit running with a sack with a human like shape in it.
"NYA!!!", Jay shouted. He ran down the bride along with Kai and grabbed their weapons and jumped off the ship. They hit the ground startling the masked figure, making him stumble down but he regains his strength and keeps on running. The two ninja look at each other and nod. They both jump in the air and change there golden weapons of spinjitzu into vehicles. Blue and red fill the field in which they were in.
Sensei comes in the bridge and orders Cole and Zane to chase after the figure as well, but he kept Lloyd on the ship. The earth and ice ninja grap there weapons and immeadatly change them to vehicles when they touch the grassy field.
The kidnapper turns back. Kai and Jay catch up to him and they stop, all of them staring at each oth
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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