The black pearls new first mate
Chapter 1
My name is Alex Marion, but most people just call me street girl. Well, they don't call me it they scream it at me as I run away after I robbed them blind. It's not a good life but it's a life, I guess… anyway it's my parent's fault that I'm like this, they just up and left me in an orphanage in Tortuga. But forget about my past let me tell you a little about myself. I have dark brown eyes or maybe there green, I can never tell even when I look in the mirror. And I also have dark brown hair, so dark you'd swear it was black. And I usually wear a pair of trousers and a black shirt with puffy sleeves.
Anyway chances are you're wondering why I steal, well I steal so I can sell it on the black market. That's where I make my money, I've been saving so I can buy my own ship and sail, but between feeding my self and getting what I need like soap and stuff I'm still always short. The orphanage I live in never gives me anything to eat but gruel and never has essentials that the other kids and I need. Basically it's a dog eat dog world.
My story starts in the market as I brought my (stolen) finds to the counter.
The shop keeper looked at me and said "I'll give you four shillings for it all."
I looked at him, my mouth gaping "ten! And not a cent more!"
"Look missy" said the shop keeper "it's four or I get the guards and tell them you stole it, street girl."
"Fine" I said reluctantly. I guess it's better than nothing I thought as I exited the shop.
I put the money in my satchel and looked around. I really need to up my game I thought to myself find something that's worth stealing.
I looked up at the Tortuga town clock (the one thing that wasn't broken in this dead end town) and noticed the time.
"Ah jeez!" I said to myself and bolted down the street and soon stopped at a grimy filthy little house and opened the door to see the orphanage keeper, Miss Daniels, standing there.
"I'm sorry" I pleaded "I know I'm late, but I'll make up for it by cleaning tomorrow."
"No" she said handing me a broom "you'll make up for it by cleaning tonight."
"But it's late and I'm tired" I said praying that she'll have mercy. No such luck!
"Too bad!" she said "you should have thought about that before you stayed out half an hour too late!"
After I cleaned the place to her satisfaction, which took three hours, I collapsed onto my old bed and fell asleep in a split second.