Well here is my first try at a fanfic. Its rated T, but I doubt it'll get that bad, (it's just for safety) Well I don't want to keep you from reading, soooo read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Carribbean and I never have. Disney owns them.
The afternoon sun glinted off the peaceful waves of the ocean. Only a small part of a rotting wardrobe disturbed the silent waters there as it floated by. Further off into the ocean, a grim scene revealed itself from the secret waters of the sea. A smoldering wreckage of a merchant ship greeted the eyes of the lone survivor. Young Alanna Robinson clung to a small square of driftwood from the floating tombstone which was once her father's life, job and pride. Her cheeks were stained with the tears of loss as her thoughts drifted to the early morning hours of the day, back to the terror which changed her life forever.
It had been like any other morning on the ship. The crew readied the sails as Alanna's father took to the helm. Alanna and her mother sat in their cabin awaiting the ships return to Port Royal, from England. Alanna took to abiding the time by drawing with the graphite her mother had in her dresser. She looked up at her mother, glancing at the beautiful sun charm around her mum's neck. Alanna grinned as her mum knelt down beside her to admire her daughters artwork, "Alanna, darling what are you drawing today?" she questioned.
Alanna let out a small giggle as she looked at her mother," I am just drawing papa steering the ship." She replied, handing over her artwork to her mum.
Her mother smiled at her daughter's crude but improving drawing of her father smiling." Well Alanna I do say you have quite a talent for art, "she paused and looked out of the picturesque cabin window before returning to her daughter, "You'll go far my dear, you'll go far."
A yell from the ships first mate silenced any further conversation between the young girl and her mother. Alanna hopped up and scurried out onto the deck, curious to see what was going on. Her mother followed behind noting the imminent concern on her husbands face," Jonathan what's wrong?" she asked, grasping for Alanna's hand.
Alanna looked up at her father and smiled, but noticed the grim look in her father's eyes, "Papa, what's wrong?" Alanna took her mothers hand, listening intently as to what her father said, hearing it made her blood run cold.
"Listen Emily, the first mate spotted a dot on the horizon earlier this morning. We thought nothing of it, I mean it's not the only ship we have ever crossed before, but later it seemed to have traveled even closer. Emily darling, it seems as though pirates have pronounced this ship worthy of plundering." Jonathan paused as he glanced at the dark ship drifting towards his merchant ship. He stared at his wife, "Darling, they may be after it." He added quietly, as to not draw attention.
Emily stared at her husband and to her daughter. She crouched down to her daughters eye view, "Listen Alanna, there is a ship coming to visit us, but they may not like young children running amuck while they talk to us," she paused as Alanna nodded, staring at her mother with wide eyed fear. Emily continued, "Now, do not worry about papa and I, we will be fine, but you need to go inside our cabin and lock the door. Can you do that?"
Alanna glanced at her father and looked back at her mother, "Okay mama." She replied. Her short answer seemed satisfactory as her mother hurried her into the cabin. Emily kissed her daughter before shutting the door, leaving Alanna in the eerie silence of the cabin, pondering about the 'It' her father had mentioned.
Muffled voices from outside attracted Alanna's curiosity as she peered through the keyhole of the door. Swords shone in the suns ever peaking path, and other weapons Alanna knew not of were hung upon the girths of the many strange men outside. One sword was extremely different. It had an emerald encrusted on the pommel. It also had a fine sharp double edged blade. Alanna gasped as it was pulled out of its sheath. She continued to peer eagerly at the scene, until a man stood in front of the door, obstructing her view outside. Gunshots were heard as a scream reverberated from out of the cabin, then silence followed. As the voices outside stood, ready to open the door, another voice, gruff and harsh spoke, "Burn it." He ordered, and with that, fire began to eat at the ship Alanna had known as home for so many years.
She panicked as the flames began to enter the cabin. Alanna didn't know what to do. How many twelve year olds have to brave fire? She opened the room window, and, without thinking dove into the waters of the sea. Gasping for air, Alanna broke through the surface of the ocean and groped around for anything to help her keep float.
A small wave rocked the driftwood Alanna was on, breaking her out of her reverie. Slowly the merchant ships remains began to sink to their watery grave. Alanna gazed on into the wreckage, hoping, praying her father and mother would emerge from the embers of the flames, knowing deep in her broken heart, it would never happen.
The small makeshift raft Alanna laid upon slowly made its way, traveling to the now bleak shores of Port Royal. Alanna closed her eyes and through exhaustion and the need to get rid of painful memories, the secret waves lulled the young girl to sleep. As she slept, a ship, sailing the other way celebrated in the plunder and wealth they had obtained from a very unlucky merchant ship.
Twelve hard years had passed since that fateful day for Alanna. She had been discovered on a beach, close to a small town by an elderly man and his wife. They had taken her in and cared for her for those twelve years, treating her as a part of their family.
Alanna groaned as a sharp rap on her room door awoke her from her sleep. She rolled on her belly and shoved her face in her pillow. "Not now Mrs. Aldworth, surely it cannot be morning already?" she whimpered, rolling out of bed.
A high shrill voice retorted back, "Why Miss Alanna, 'tis such a fine mornin' to be sure. So come on, get up and get dressed, ye've got a tavern te' clean m'dear."
Alanna stood and shuffled to the door. She peered into the hallway. A plump woman with wispy snow white hair and an extremely motherly visage greeted her at the door. Alanna smiled meekly at Mrs. Aldworth, and, biting back the urge to yell she opened the door. Alanna smiled through gritted teeth. Life working in the local pub was harder work than one could expect. "I'll be down in a moment ma'am." She yawned.
Alanna walked to her mirror and grabbed a brush, beginning to comb the ever unforgiving locks of her brown hair. She went and grabbed a ribbon to tie her hair back, and grabbed a tidy dress from her closet. After deeming herself presentable, Alanna headed downstairs to the kitchen of the popular little pub, The Swallows Landing. She grabbed a cloth off the cleaning rack and went throughout the tables spread here and there in little clusters, cleaning them thoroughly.
Mr. Aldworth, a balding gentleman at the age of sixty-two, scuffled over to the entry door. He flipped the sign which had read closed, to open. He chuckled at the concentrated scowl on Alanna's face, "Miss yor' face'll grow like tha' if'n you keep it that way." He chuckled, before heading up the stairs
Alanna's face softened as she looked at him, "Well sir I shall keep that in mind." She laughed, yelling up to him. The sudden jingle of the entry bell startled Alanna. She glanced up at the stranger.
She had never seen him before. He had a scruffy appearance and a very coarse dull grey mustache and beard. As he smiled, he revealed a disturbing mouthful of rotting teeth. Alanna grimaced as she smiled back. This stranger put her in the mind of a very out of place hippopotamus. His huge gut stuck out as he sat upon a stool by the serving table, she feared his shirt might burst open, restraining such a bulk as that. Alanna walked into the kitchen and stood in front of him, "Excuse me sir, what would you like to drink?" she inquired.
She was surprised when he leaned toward her, "I want nothin' from this tavern miss, I tell you I am hiding!" He whispered, his voice getting more and more panicky the more he spoke. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a very small case. "Here, take this and hide it. He'll ne'er expect it to be in here. Ha! I'll bet he'd never!" The man exclaimed with a very crazed look in his eye.
He got up to leave, but before he did he turned to Alanna, "Listen lass, that has caused many an untimely death, I'd hate to see it fall inter' the wrong hands, now," he paused as he walked towards Alanna again, "take that to a lad down in the pirate huntin' business, goes by the name o' Mr. Turner. Eh? That sir'll know wha' to do. Can you do that fer a gent' like meself?" He begged with eager eyes. Alanna could only nod, and with that the strange man left.
She stared at the case in her hand. Curiosity got the best of her and she slowly opened it. She gasped; it was her mother's necklace! The same delicate necklace with a small sun charm on it. The sun itself was encrusted with beautiful orange stones. It had an almost untimely glow to it. Alanna slammed the case shut and shoved it in the pocket of her coat and the coat rack as she heard footsteps.
Mrs. Aldworth glanced at Alanna, "Now who in the name o' crickets could tha' 'ave bloomin well of been?" she asked Alanna.
Alanna shrugged, "It was just an old drifter, he... he needed directions to the nearest inn."
Mrs. Aldworth shrugged, "Okay, 'ere, put his notice on the board fer' me please?" she said, handing Alanna a sheet of paper. Alanna glanced at the paper. It was as if fate had smiled upon her. The odd notice read:
Pirates a problem?
Well not anymore. Meet Mr. Turner.
He will personally take care of the problem.
Meet him at the corner at the 'Blues Inn'
Alanna smirked at the notice. She grabbed her coat and went to the door. "Mrs. Aldworth, I will be right back, I have a small errand to run." She announced waltzing out the door. Maybe this Mr. Turner could help her solve the mystery of her parent's murder.
Well that seems shorter than expected. I hope you liked what I have so far, and don't worry Mr. Turners 'Pirate Hunting' buisiness, along with other things will be explained later on.will be explained later on. So please read and reveiw, but no flames please, although I don't mind constructive criticism. Soooo yeah thats about it for now.