Preface:
I had a dream. Not of becoming a writer, but of this story. Well, at least one chapter of this story is of my dream. Although, I do hope this story helps in my training of one day publishing a book I have in mind.
This story takes place in between POTC: CBP and POTC: DMC. Since that is when I had the dream. You will not see Barbossa in this story nor Davy Jones. It is only the three main characters (Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swann) and a character I created on my own. Her name is Drusilla Hook.
I truly want to hear your cheers and jeers about my writing. I want to improve. Please be tasteful in your criticisms. I do not tolerate immaturity. Please be precise as well. Telling me I'm a good writer doesn't tell me squat about what I have written.
And finally, I hope you enjoy this piece. It is my first full fan fiction story. I will finish this story. It will be long though. I already have ideas for the ending and it's not what you think! You'll just have to keep reading to find out.
Introduction:
"So where did you come from, love?" the prostitute asked Drusilla as she sat at the bar.
"Me? Why do you care?" Drusilla asked of her from her bar stool.
"Because I see you nearly every night here. You are young and you aren't the likes of me. Yet here you sit sipping a beer and avoiding the gents like the plague," Lisette said.
"I think I will honor you with your request," Drusilla mused. "My name is Drusilla Hook. I'm an orphan. My father and mother met in London. My father was a sailor. My mother was a seamstress. His captain had ordered him to learn to sew sails before they headed out to sea again. My mother was the one to teach him. They had one night together. As soon as my mother found out she was pregnant, she bought passage on a ship to the Caribbean knowing that was my father's destination before he left. He had been gone three months already. It would take her another three months to get there and then she would have to search for him not knowing exactly where he was. Luckily for her, she had an uncle staying in Tortuga. He had gone there as a Naval soldier and never returned. Her mother often received correspondence from him asking for her to visit," Drusilla paused for a moment to down a swig of beer.
"Uncle Silas, my mother's uncle," Drusilla began again but was interrupted.
"Oh, Silas! That's your uncle? He's ever the nicest man," Lisette commented at the mention of his name.
"How do you know my uncle?" Drusilla asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"He comes down here from time to time just like you. Not looking for anything in particular, mind you. Just wanting a refreshment," Lisette said as she indicated the alcohol as the refreshment.
"I see," Drusilla said and continued, "Where was I? Oh, yes. Uncle Silas was not expecting anyone on that July day but there was my mother on his doorstep six months pregnant. He accepted her with open arms and told him of her story. Uncle Silas asked my mother for the father's name. She said his name was Andrew Hook. He would ask around down at the docks to see if anyone knew Andrew Hook. Many people did, but did not know where he was or whether he would be stopping in Tortuga. Many called him a pirate. My uncle and my mother did not want to believe it."
"Oh, he was a pirate, indeed, love," Lisette informed her.
"Was he?" Drusilla asked somewhat interested.
"Yeah, but like you said, not many people know where he is or whether he'll stop by here again." Drusilla just nodded.
"I always dreamed he became a great captain," Drusilla said dreamily.
"Captain Hook, eh? It has a nice ring to it," Lisette said cheerfully. Drusilla smiled.
"Well, to continue, three months later, my mother gave birth to me and promptly died. My mother's dying wish was for Uncle Silas to take care of me and find my father. He did just that, but has yet to meet my father face to face. My father has been here many times but it always seems to miss meeting my uncle or myself. Now, ever since I was fourteen years old, I have been coming here almost every night looking for my father. I expect I will recognize him before my uncle will. I will see myself in that man. So, here I sit drinking a beer and watching every man that walks in that door yet avoiding them because they are not the one that I seek."
At that moment, a sailor walked into the tavern. Lisette and Drusilla watched as the young lad entered. Drusilla studied him a moment. He was too young to be her father. She shook her head and looked down at her beer.
"Quite an interesting story you have, young miss," Lisette said to Drusilla. "Now, I understand."
The prostitute looked at Drusilla one more time.
"How old are ye?" she asked.
"I'll be 21 this coming October," Drusilla said with a smile. Lisette's eyes widened.
"And you have yet to find yourself a husband? And yet you are not a prostitute either. How do you do it, girl?" Lisette wondered aloud.
"Searching for my father has taught me patience. It is patience that keeps me waiting for the perfect man to be my husband," Drusilla answered and emptied her tankard.
"Good evening, Lisette," Drusilla bid her and left the tavern.