Disclaimer: Some of these are not my characters/places, they are Disney¹s. All the rest are mine.
I remember the day that I first laid eyes on her. She wasn¹t very big at all, both in height and weight. Her shiny mahogany hair was pulled back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. A blue, white, and green checkered tie was hanging loosely around her starched white collar. The girl¹s pleated skirt, the same color as the tie, was softly blowing in the sea wind. Her bare legs rippled with cold as goose bumps started to sprinkle her tan knees. The girl¹s black shoes were scuffed and worn, looking as though they came through a war and back again. She looked angry as she strolled along the worn wooden dock muttering to herself. The repressed rage showed plainly on her sculptured face. As she got closer to me, I could hear some of her muttered words, ³They won¹t get away with this! The next time I will tell her what I really think of her! And I¹ll have more to say after that too!²
What she was doing out on the docks when she was supposed to be in school was what really puzzled me. As she walked past, she gave me a glance that could have melted a candle right where it stood. Her small body was so filled with rage that it shook with every word she spoke. She passed out of sight still muttering to herself. By that time Captain Jack Sparrow saw that I wasn¹t working. ³Bill! Get back to work! No time for standing there! Get moving! We have to be out by noon or they¹ll see us! I quickly pulled on the sail rope. After we were ready to leave, we were all called into a meeting by the Captain. ³Now men, we get to plunder!² he said with a dirty smile.
We had learned from experience not to attack a dock openly. Instead, each member of our crew would hop aboard a ship that was tied off at the dock and carry all of the treasure or supplies that he could onto our ship instead. The practiced crew plundered and started loaded everything onto the ship. The men were feeling particularly good about the situation because no one had seen anything. Or so we thought.
³After them! We will put the rebels to death!² strange gruff voices shouted. The whole crew turned and looked toward the direction of the voices. A crowd of red uniforms was slowly making their way down the docks. They spread out like a sea of red ants along every ship, searching for the ³rebels.² The crew snapped into action to get away from the dock as soon as possible. Half of the crew was still on the other side of the docks doing another round of plundering though. The frustrated Captain could not leave until he at least had enough men to run his ship. The bellicose leader of the red uniforms called out to everyone working on the docks, ³Anyone seen with the pirate rebels will be immediately hung after their arrest! Let this be a warning to you all!² With a toothy smile he disappeared into an old wooden fishing boat to search for any rebels. The last half of the pirate crew were still weaving through the moored ships in order to not be seen by the uniformed men. One of them was Bill. He crouched just in time behind a sailing boat while two uniformed men walked by. Next to him was the girl that he had seen earlier in the morning. He looked at her in surprise and she stared back coolly. ³Take me onto your ship, I want to be a pirate with you.² she stated, obviously expecting him to welcome her into the family and bring her aboard. He replied back in a forced whisper, ³What!? Are you crazy!? I ain't bringing a woman on board!²
She stared with deep brown eyes. ³I was expecting you to say that. So here is why you will do what I have asked of you.²
He laughed quietly and said, ³Why will I take you with me?²
³Because otherwise those men will suddenly hear of a pirate hiding behind a sailing boat and the location of their ship.²
Bill¹s face paled and he gave a gruff answer, ³Fine, but we won¹t let you off again missy.² The girl gave him a cold and satisfied smile. She turned to him and said, ³You want to get back to our ship right?² He flinched at the plural use of her words but forced a whispered ³Yes.²
³Alright, I know a way to get out of here, so follow me.² She led him into the sailing ship and through the other side by means of a window. They proceeded in this fashion until they had climbed out of a small fishing boat right next to the large pirate ship. Scrambling up the steep ramp, the rest of the crew hurried onto the ship. Barking orders, the Captain quickly made the crew get to work. As Bill helped to raise the main sail, he saw the girl climb under a pile of nets. She didn¹t flinch as she crawled under them. ³This girl is a mite tougher than I expected.² Bill thought to himself.
The girl awoke early in the morning with a start. She had a dream where she was underneath the water trying to escape glowing pairs of eyes. She looked around her and realized that she was tangled in the nets and that all of the sailors were looking at her. ³So much for trying to be quiet about this. I wanted more of a stealth approach, but this will have to do.² She got up, straightened her hair, and walked into the middle of the circle of ragged pirates. Putting her hands on her hips, she calmly looked each man in the eye and asked, ³Where is your captain, I would like to speak with him.² The pirates looked at each other and shrugged. This little girl could do no harm they thought, so they grabbed her arm and led her into the back of the ship. They pushed her inside a darkened room and shut the door behind her. A man was standing there occasionally sipping a glass of black red liquid. His back was to her and he turned at the sound of the door shutting. ³Come in.² he said, sitting down in a red padded chair. He waved his hand and told her to sit as well. She slowly sat down and got right to the point. ³Sir, I would like to join your crew.² He didn¹t laugh but smiled into his glass. ³Why would I be wanting you to join the crew?² He asked gruffly. She shrugged and started her story.
Her name was Amy. She had no parents and was raised in the local orphanage. She stayed there until the orphanage was too full to care for everyone there so they had to ship her out to the Saint Mary¹s Boarding School. She was resentful of the cards life had dealt her and she had a fiery temper that would flare at any moment. She generally hated her teachers but there was one teacher that Amy could not stand.
Mrs. Snodbottum was the worst teacher she had ever had. Mrs. Snodbottum¹s strictness and rules made Amy sick. They had a huge ³difference² of opinions too. Amy was naturally unruly. She would walk around barefoot in pants with her hair down if she was allowed to, but Mrs. Snodbottum was one that wore her hair in a tight bun in the exact center of her head (an ancient rumor in the school was that she measured it to be sure every day to a hundredth of a centimeter. This was never proved true however.) She was very strict and was the one who proposed, when the school was founded, that it have uniforms and and that girls with long hair would not be allowed to ever have their hair down, but they would have to have it in a bun. Daily fights between these two would often end in a huge uproar and Amy being sent out of the classroom. The day of departure for the pirates was the day when Amy could not take it anymore. She got up and walked out of class and was never seen in that classroom again. She had no family ties that would bring her back home and she was stronger than she looked. Captain Sparrow considered all of this and said, ³Alright, but there is one thing that you must do to join the crew. You have to prove that you can be one of us. Pirates will need to fix damaged sails. They have to be able to climb up to the very top and fix whatever is wrong. You will have to climb to the top of the tallest sail and latch on the pirate flag in order to join us. Otherwise you¹ll hafta walk the plank mate.² He grinned and sat back, carefully watching her for any sign of fear. She got up and shook his hand. ³Thank you Sir, just watch me.² and with that she walked out onto the deck into the bright sunshine and reached the main mast. She took a deep breath and started to climb.
The other pirates, on a break from their work all stare up at the climbing figure. She hops nimbly onto the mast and slowly starts going up. Her foot slips and the pirates at the bottom hiss and boo. She steels her nerves and manages to reach the halfway point. The crowd, now below, cheers on the small girl climbing up the gigantic mast. As she gets up higher and higher, the swaying of the ship is suddenly felt a lot more. She clutches on tightly as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment to calm herself. Taking another deep breath she continues the climb. Reaching the top, she raises the flag clenched in her teeth and lets out a triumphant cheer. She scrambles down the mast and drops the last four feet onto the creaking wooden deck. The Captain steps out into the sunlight and shakes her hand. ³Welcome,² he said, ³to the crew.²
Winthrop: Hi! Sorry it¹s kinda long, but I had to get the story started. The rest will be a little shorter. Well, write your reviews!
I remember the day that I first laid eyes on her. She wasn¹t very big at all, both in height and weight. Her shiny mahogany hair was pulled back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. A blue, white, and green checkered tie was hanging loosely around her starched white collar. The girl¹s pleated skirt, the same color as the tie, was softly blowing in the sea wind. Her bare legs rippled with cold as goose bumps started to sprinkle her tan knees. The girl¹s black shoes were scuffed and worn, looking as though they came through a war and back again. She looked angry as she strolled along the worn wooden dock muttering to herself. The repressed rage showed plainly on her sculptured face. As she got closer to me, I could hear some of her muttered words, ³They won¹t get away with this! The next time I will tell her what I really think of her! And I¹ll have more to say after that too!²
What she was doing out on the docks when she was supposed to be in school was what really puzzled me. As she walked past, she gave me a glance that could have melted a candle right where it stood. Her small body was so filled with rage that it shook with every word she spoke. She passed out of sight still muttering to herself. By that time Captain Jack Sparrow saw that I wasn¹t working. ³Bill! Get back to work! No time for standing there! Get moving! We have to be out by noon or they¹ll see us! I quickly pulled on the sail rope. After we were ready to leave, we were all called into a meeting by the Captain. ³Now men, we get to plunder!² he said with a dirty smile.
We had learned from experience not to attack a dock openly. Instead, each member of our crew would hop aboard a ship that was tied off at the dock and carry all of the treasure or supplies that he could onto our ship instead. The practiced crew plundered and started loaded everything onto the ship. The men were feeling particularly good about the situation because no one had seen anything. Or so we thought.
³After them! We will put the rebels to death!² strange gruff voices shouted. The whole crew turned and looked toward the direction of the voices. A crowd of red uniforms was slowly making their way down the docks. They spread out like a sea of red ants along every ship, searching for the ³rebels.² The crew snapped into action to get away from the dock as soon as possible. Half of the crew was still on the other side of the docks doing another round of plundering though. The frustrated Captain could not leave until he at least had enough men to run his ship. The bellicose leader of the red uniforms called out to everyone working on the docks, ³Anyone seen with the pirate rebels will be immediately hung after their arrest! Let this be a warning to you all!² With a toothy smile he disappeared into an old wooden fishing boat to search for any rebels. The last half of the pirate crew were still weaving through the moored ships in order to not be seen by the uniformed men. One of them was Bill. He crouched just in time behind a sailing boat while two uniformed men walked by. Next to him was the girl that he had seen earlier in the morning. He looked at her in surprise and she stared back coolly. ³Take me onto your ship, I want to be a pirate with you.² she stated, obviously expecting him to welcome her into the family and bring her aboard. He replied back in a forced whisper, ³What!? Are you crazy!? I ain't bringing a woman on board!²
She stared with deep brown eyes. ³I was expecting you to say that. So here is why you will do what I have asked of you.²
He laughed quietly and said, ³Why will I take you with me?²
³Because otherwise those men will suddenly hear of a pirate hiding behind a sailing boat and the location of their ship.²
Bill¹s face paled and he gave a gruff answer, ³Fine, but we won¹t let you off again missy.² The girl gave him a cold and satisfied smile. She turned to him and said, ³You want to get back to our ship right?² He flinched at the plural use of her words but forced a whispered ³Yes.²
³Alright, I know a way to get out of here, so follow me.² She led him into the sailing ship and through the other side by means of a window. They proceeded in this fashion until they had climbed out of a small fishing boat right next to the large pirate ship. Scrambling up the steep ramp, the rest of the crew hurried onto the ship. Barking orders, the Captain quickly made the crew get to work. As Bill helped to raise the main sail, he saw the girl climb under a pile of nets. She didn¹t flinch as she crawled under them. ³This girl is a mite tougher than I expected.² Bill thought to himself.
The girl awoke early in the morning with a start. She had a dream where she was underneath the water trying to escape glowing pairs of eyes. She looked around her and realized that she was tangled in the nets and that all of the sailors were looking at her. ³So much for trying to be quiet about this. I wanted more of a stealth approach, but this will have to do.² She got up, straightened her hair, and walked into the middle of the circle of ragged pirates. Putting her hands on her hips, she calmly looked each man in the eye and asked, ³Where is your captain, I would like to speak with him.² The pirates looked at each other and shrugged. This little girl could do no harm they thought, so they grabbed her arm and led her into the back of the ship. They pushed her inside a darkened room and shut the door behind her. A man was standing there occasionally sipping a glass of black red liquid. His back was to her and he turned at the sound of the door shutting. ³Come in.² he said, sitting down in a red padded chair. He waved his hand and told her to sit as well. She slowly sat down and got right to the point. ³Sir, I would like to join your crew.² He didn¹t laugh but smiled into his glass. ³Why would I be wanting you to join the crew?² He asked gruffly. She shrugged and started her story.
Her name was Amy. She had no parents and was raised in the local orphanage. She stayed there until the orphanage was too full to care for everyone there so they had to ship her out to the Saint Mary¹s Boarding School. She was resentful of the cards life had dealt her and she had a fiery temper that would flare at any moment. She generally hated her teachers but there was one teacher that Amy could not stand.
Mrs. Snodbottum was the worst teacher she had ever had. Mrs. Snodbottum¹s strictness and rules made Amy sick. They had a huge ³difference² of opinions too. Amy was naturally unruly. She would walk around barefoot in pants with her hair down if she was allowed to, but Mrs. Snodbottum was one that wore her hair in a tight bun in the exact center of her head (an ancient rumor in the school was that she measured it to be sure every day to a hundredth of a centimeter. This was never proved true however.) She was very strict and was the one who proposed, when the school was founded, that it have uniforms and and that girls with long hair would not be allowed to ever have their hair down, but they would have to have it in a bun. Daily fights between these two would often end in a huge uproar and Amy being sent out of the classroom. The day of departure for the pirates was the day when Amy could not take it anymore. She got up and walked out of class and was never seen in that classroom again. She had no family ties that would bring her back home and she was stronger than she looked. Captain Sparrow considered all of this and said, ³Alright, but there is one thing that you must do to join the crew. You have to prove that you can be one of us. Pirates will need to fix damaged sails. They have to be able to climb up to the very top and fix whatever is wrong. You will have to climb to the top of the tallest sail and latch on the pirate flag in order to join us. Otherwise you¹ll hafta walk the plank mate.² He grinned and sat back, carefully watching her for any sign of fear. She got up and shook his hand. ³Thank you Sir, just watch me.² and with that she walked out onto the deck into the bright sunshine and reached the main mast. She took a deep breath and started to climb.
The other pirates, on a break from their work all stare up at the climbing figure. She hops nimbly onto the mast and slowly starts going up. Her foot slips and the pirates at the bottom hiss and boo. She steels her nerves and manages to reach the halfway point. The crowd, now below, cheers on the small girl climbing up the gigantic mast. As she gets up higher and higher, the swaying of the ship is suddenly felt a lot more. She clutches on tightly as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment to calm herself. Taking another deep breath she continues the climb. Reaching the top, she raises the flag clenched in her teeth and lets out a triumphant cheer. She scrambles down the mast and drops the last four feet onto the creaking wooden deck. The Captain steps out into the sunlight and shakes her hand. ³Welcome,² he said, ³to the crew.²
Winthrop: Hi! Sorry it¹s kinda long, but I had to get the story started. The rest will be a little shorter. Well, write your reviews!