Helloo, dudes and dudettes. Can I make an assumption you all are dudettes? Oh well, I have this new story planned out but I don't know how well you'll like it. It's basically about a girl (not going to disclose her name yet, we'll call her Helen now), who wants revenge from Jack. Cliche?
Maaaaybe. Just maybe.
Prolugue July, 1695
Some people are born with hatred. I was not. I became this way. Some were born with coldness and ice in their hearts, I was not. I became that way too.
It was the only thing in my mind right now as I stood here.
Revenge.
Everything was perfect as it was.
I held a book in one hand, a pen in another. The pen poised just above the paper, I was about to write another piece of writing when I heard a loud explosive go off. Curious, I ran downstairs to see what could possibly make the noise. My hand flew to my mouth as I saw the house being wrecked by damned pirates. The house was in havoc. "There's a girl!" Someone exclaimed. Being 15 and very naive, I ran. And ran and ran.
"Cap'n Sparrow! She's runnin' away!" Another voice said. I didn't give a backward glance. I just ran. Leaving all my prized possesions, my dresses, my works. My parents, my brothers. Most importantly, my heart.
That explained the cold person I now was.
For years I lived a hard life. Still now, I am living a hard life. I play the guitar in the streets to make money. I sing. I've even danced for sadistic men in Tortuga. It became too much only after 1 night.
That was when I made my mind up.
I had to find Jack Sparrow.
I had to seek revenge.
He ruined my life, and my childhood. I only felt extreme hatred for him. I promised myself that as I very calmly walked to the nearest blacksmith store to buy a sword, and learn how to use it.
It was how it all started. I do not know how it would end.
Should I continue? Or should I not? I've written 2 chaps already. But they're kind of short.