World's End
This story I'm about to tell you is a particular story indeed, it started with a single girl, you wouldn't believe that one so small and naïve would want to become a pirate. She always stared at the sea from afar in her small cottage; she lived with no one, but herself. Late at night she'd always look out the window and watch the sea do it's enchanting dance that hypnotized sailors to it's depts. She imaged sailing on a ship, no matter if it was big or small, she wished to sail somewhere…anywhere…far…far away from there.
She was now twenty-four, a young healthy age. She was old enough now to leave her home and explore beyond the boundaries of her what her eyes could only see. She wore the toughest clothes she had, that could wit-stand anything. She packed no other clothing, just what left she had of food and a large canteen of water, also a tiny silk bag that held gold and silver coins. She held them in a leather sack she wore over her shoulder, she grabbed all she could and walked out without looking back. She looked start ahead and pulled out a hat she was given from a friend from long ago, she had never forgotten their face or name.
"And Where do you think you are going my dear?" said a formal voice, the girl didn't dare look up, she didn't want to…since she was scowling. The person lifted her chin and her expression changed from scowling to innocent and slightly helpless, "Hello Beckett." Smiled the girl in the sweetest way possible, "May I ask where is someone like you going?" Smirked Beckett keeping the girl's face lifted by his index and thumb. "That, my friend, is none of your business." Spat the girl losing her innocent expression, "Oh come now Jolette have some manners, aren't you going to miss me? I'm going to venture off to find and old friend." Beckett continued to smirk, she began to think if he knew of her plan to leave to become to true adventurer and to be a pirate, "Fine if you must know I'm going to leave this god forsaken hellhole and go somewhere away from here and-" she was cut off by Beckett, "And what? Become a pirate? You should know my dear that anything related with pirates or piracy you'll be punished by death…and I don't want to see a pretty little face like yours, getting hung." "It's ok I'd rather die than stay here any longer." Smirked Jolette and she pulled away from him and began to walk off. Before she could go further Beckett grabbed her wrist, "You're out to see your dear old friend again, well if that is so Castro I'll be meeting up with you again and when we do meet up you'll be praying that you had stayed here." Jolette was just silent and yanked away and continued toward the docks.
"Then we'll meet soon my dear." Smirked Beckett to himself and bowed and left to the other side of the docks. Jolette looked around the docks to find a sturdy ship, but she was stopped by a muscular African American as he was tying a boat up, next to him stood a white man that looked rather familiar, "Ms. Castro shouldn't you be at home or somewhere else where from here?" coughed out the white man, "Yes, Mercer, I'm here to take a ship and go away from my home." Hissed Jolette, she didn't really like Mercer much he got on her nerves easily. "How can you? I shall not allow it." Glared Mercer, trying to be tough and clever. "Is that so? Well I never did listen to anyone so why should I start?" laughed Jolette as she just walked around him and the black man and just went toward a dingy, "I don't think your future husband will allow that." coughed another man, Jolette looked back to see Norrington he was more clean when he came back from his mysterious disappearance, "Future HUSBAND?! HA! You've gotta be kidding me I never agreed to anything related to him or marriage!" shouted Jolette in disbelief and shock, "Still Lord Cutler Beckett shall not allow you to go." "And why is that?" "Because he wants you to go look for someone by the name, Jack Sparrow." There was an awkward silence until Jolette spoke up, "Jack Sparrow you say? Alright tell Lord Buckethead I'll be off to Tortuga to get myself a crew and that's the end of that." Before anyone could say anything else she had already hop into a dingy and sailed off.
Jolette relaxed in her tiny dingy that rocked, left to right…left to right….over and over making her sleepy. She laid back and covered herself with a torn up piece of cloth she has packed up just in case. The sun was bright and it reflected against the water making it brighter, but then a sudden shade came towering over her, she looked up to see a rather large ship, actually it was a medium sized ship compared to real ship, "Hm…a trading ship? They are bound to have enough supplies for me and my soon to be crew." Smirked Jolette, she immediately laid back down trying to look as ill as possible, once she heard men talking. "Look!" "What is that?" "It be a woman in distress!" all three men jumped down to get her, one grabbed her, the other got her bags, and the third tied up her dingy. Jolette slowly awoke acting as if she were weak and was traveling the sea for days, "Oh please someone tell me where I am." She opened her eyes to see one of Beckett's workers and a tray of food and a glass of water, "here you go miss, you look terrible how long have you been at sea?" asked the man, Jolette acted as if she was delusional "Who said that? Oh god the voices are back!" she shrieked holding her head down to her knees, she smirked and once she looked up she looked helpless again and began to eat and drink. "Miss this is no illusion, where were you going anyway?" asked the man looking worriedly at her, "Tortuga." Smirked Jolette as she stood up and knocked the guy out, "Sorry about that luv but I really do need a boat with plenty of supplies." She picked up the man and took his pistol and sword and tossed him out of the room. She walked out smoothly with a smirk and looked around, "Now it's either you guys jump in the dingy and I take your ship or I force you all to and I think going willingly is easier." No one moved only stared at her, "Fine the hard way is always the fun way."
A few moments later, Jolette had sailed off with the ship and tossed every single last person onto a single dingy. Jolette whistled happily as she sailed off toward Tortuga. She had been sailing for what seemed for days, but merely hours, Jolette never did have patience for anything, but this…this was something she had been waiting for all her life. Soon she spotted something in the distance and heard, very faintly, the sound of laughter and singing. She grinned and laughed successfully, "Tortuga."