A/N: This story is mostly about two of our own characters, Myra and Alfhild (stars of many of our stories). But we promise, Pirates of the Caribbean will be there later on in the story!!!
Disclaimer: Myra and Alfhild are ours. Many characters originally from Pirates of the Caribbean are not ours, even if they've been twisted to fit our sick, hyper needs.
The wind howled as the thunder rolled across the seas, frightening many a wise sailor. The lightening flashed as any unlucky person left in the street fled for whatever cover or shelter could be sought in the dreary atmosphere of the impending storm.
Inside a tavern on the edge of town, many sailors both fair of heart and foul of heart found shelter. The tavern was owned by the Skarsgård's, a lower class but very happy family. Mr. Skarsgård managed the finances of the tavern, while Mrs. Skarsgård was the head bartender, and beloved by most of her guests.
They had a daughter, named Alfhild. Alfhild, after her mother, Lillith after her grandmother, Skarsgård… after her family. She had a good friend, Myra Andrea Setsdebåk, who was unfortunately abandoned by her family at quite a young age. The girls were of an age and both were thicker than thieves.
There also both thirteen- the age where two girls such as themselves would undoubtedly think they were more mature than they were and would believe themselves better than they were. They would want the independence they weren't ready to handle, they would want to do things on their own despite the fact that they were two very small girls in a very large, cold, unforgiving world.
This, perhaps, if nothing else, was the reason that both girls decided that they were old enough to go out on their own in search of the father that Myra had never known. She wanted to find her family more than anything in the world, and Alfhild knew this enough to know that Myra would leave in a heartbeat should she be given the slightest clue to his whereabouts.
And so when Myra did hear sailors in the tavern talking of her father's whereabouts in a port they were soon to visit, she was eager to ask questions with Alfhild right behind her, listening to every word uttered and carefully making a mental note of everything spoken or any movements made.
They were young and so they were stupid. When the merchants agreed to take them away, they agreed that they would leave at the first sign that the storm was over and they also quite stupidly agreed that no one would be told. The storm, luckily for them, or so they thought, only lasted a few hours into the dawn. By the afternoon tide they were on their way out, but not without many second thoughts.
The whole time spent packing and sneaking down to the docks and finding their cabins, Alfhild tried to convince Myra to turn back, because it was quite true that they were trusting complete strangers who they did not know at all.
They would come to find out, soon enough, that it was incredibly stupid, indeed, to trust these men.
A/N: Jack makes an appearance in the next chapter, we promise!
