Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean in anyway, shape, or form. Unless you count the DVD. No profit made from this, just the satisfaction of writing.
A/N: This is my first PotC fic. Please review and tell me what you think. Please? Italics represent thoughts or dreams.
Summary: The crew of the Black Pearl took in a young gypsy girl. Bootstrap befriends her and asks for a favor. How will it turn out?
Night had befallen the sea, and the cursed ship moved silently through the deepest of waters. Two lone candles lit the first mates' cabin. The young girl, no more than thirteen, watched as the man moved restlessly in the confines of the small room.
"Relax Uncle, Will shall be all right," she comforted. "No one know you sent him the medallion."
Bootstrap stopped to look at the girl. She was no blood relative of his, nor a relative of any of the crew. He moved to sit beside her on his narrow cot. "I am more worried for you, little nymph, and for myself," he sighed. "You must do something for me. As soon as we get to the next port, you must run."
She was shocked, and it showed in her amethyst eyes. Bootstrap was scared, and she could read it in his face and words. Making up her mind, she pulled out a dagger, keen as any Master's sword. She offered the blade to the man, her second father in a way, its ivory and silver hilt gleaming in the light. He took it.
"Keep it to protect and guide you Uncle," was all she said.
No sooner had the blade been secreted away than the door swung open. "The Captain wants to see you Bootstrap."
"All right, one moment," the pirate retreated, "Promise me something nymph. When you run, find Will and look after him. Will you do this for me?"
The girl nodded in acquiescence, her ragged raven locks spilling over her shoulder. Bootstrap smiled and left. She was preparing to sleep some minutes later when a terrible commotion broke out about deck. She ran up the slick stairs in time to see a rope being tied to Bootstraps' feet, while the other end was encircling a cannon ball.
"UNCLE!" she cried, pressing through the crowd of pirates. "NO! STOP!"
Barbossa grabbed her arm, and held her back as the cannon was loaded. "It has to be done, missy. Go back below."
He lit the fuse, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. Bootstrap met her gaze and said: "Remember your promise, and look to Tortuga for help. Peace and goddess bless you Brigid."
The cannon fired, and the shot flew, taking the rope and Bootstrap with it. His legs dislocated with a sickening crack as he was pulled over the side. "What was he talking about young miss?" the Captain inquired.
"Nothing Uncle, nothing."
"Don't lie girl," he snarled, raising his hand to strike her...
"NO!!" Brigid cried, starting up from her bed. A quick glance assured her she was still in her room. The room was simple, white washed and bare, as were all the servant rooms in the Governor's house. Danielle entered silently and smiled as Brigid dressed.
"Will's here. He's talking to Governor Swann and Elizabeth," she said.
Brigid was dressed and running in what seemed to be only mere seconds. 'Will is here'.
A/N: This is my first PotC fic. Please review and tell me what you think. Please? Italics represent thoughts or dreams.
Summary: The crew of the Black Pearl took in a young gypsy girl. Bootstrap befriends her and asks for a favor. How will it turn out?
Night had befallen the sea, and the cursed ship moved silently through the deepest of waters. Two lone candles lit the first mates' cabin. The young girl, no more than thirteen, watched as the man moved restlessly in the confines of the small room.
"Relax Uncle, Will shall be all right," she comforted. "No one know you sent him the medallion."
Bootstrap stopped to look at the girl. She was no blood relative of his, nor a relative of any of the crew. He moved to sit beside her on his narrow cot. "I am more worried for you, little nymph, and for myself," he sighed. "You must do something for me. As soon as we get to the next port, you must run."
She was shocked, and it showed in her amethyst eyes. Bootstrap was scared, and she could read it in his face and words. Making up her mind, she pulled out a dagger, keen as any Master's sword. She offered the blade to the man, her second father in a way, its ivory and silver hilt gleaming in the light. He took it.
"Keep it to protect and guide you Uncle," was all she said.
No sooner had the blade been secreted away than the door swung open. "The Captain wants to see you Bootstrap."
"All right, one moment," the pirate retreated, "Promise me something nymph. When you run, find Will and look after him. Will you do this for me?"
The girl nodded in acquiescence, her ragged raven locks spilling over her shoulder. Bootstrap smiled and left. She was preparing to sleep some minutes later when a terrible commotion broke out about deck. She ran up the slick stairs in time to see a rope being tied to Bootstraps' feet, while the other end was encircling a cannon ball.
"UNCLE!" she cried, pressing through the crowd of pirates. "NO! STOP!"
Barbossa grabbed her arm, and held her back as the cannon was loaded. "It has to be done, missy. Go back below."
He lit the fuse, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. Bootstrap met her gaze and said: "Remember your promise, and look to Tortuga for help. Peace and goddess bless you Brigid."
The cannon fired, and the shot flew, taking the rope and Bootstrap with it. His legs dislocated with a sickening crack as he was pulled over the side. "What was he talking about young miss?" the Captain inquired.
"Nothing Uncle, nothing."
"Don't lie girl," he snarled, raising his hand to strike her...
"NO!!" Brigid cried, starting up from her bed. A quick glance assured her she was still in her room. The room was simple, white washed and bare, as were all the servant rooms in the Governor's house. Danielle entered silently and smiled as Brigid dressed.
"Will's here. He's talking to Governor Swann and Elizabeth," she said.
Brigid was dressed and running in what seemed to be only mere seconds. 'Will is here'.
