Pirates of the Caribbean
Chapter One
*Disclaimer: I do not own any items or characters related to the film or ride "Pirates of the Caribbean", but Disney does. Don't sue me. I have nothing but bottle caps and dryer sheets.
She could still smell the sea in the air as she stepped off the pier onto the cobblestone road of the town. It was quiet and sunny; an eerie combination. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the commoners of the town were busy moving through the streets to get to their scheduled appointments, whatever they were.
The young girl swept through the shadows, careful to not draw any attention to her self as she made her way through the maze of streets. A small sign had greeted her at the dock, and now her mind was beginning to linger on it.
"Welcome to Port Royal". The sign had actually been quite friendly in nature, gold printing on a neat white board. The sign next to it had not been so friendly. "Pirates will not be tolerated", it had read. That wouldn't normally disturb her but the corpses at the cove just before you reached the docking port were a little less formal. They were hanging from nooses tied to a rock over the entrance to the cove. One of the corpses held a sign bearing the message, "PIRATES BEWARE".
She shook it off her mind and continued through the winding streets until she reached a sign bearing the crest of a blacksmith. She was greeted by the warm air rushing onto her face on its way out as she opened the door.
Dim light cast all around the shop, which was really one big room. A cloud of dust rested in mid-air making it hard to see. She closed the door behind her and walked quietly down the steps. The cloud of dust seemed to ease up where she stood now. Surveying her surrounding her eyes fell upon a young man.
The young man looked up at her. "Can I help you?" he asked. He sounded a bit suspicious. Of course, she was suspicion-worthy. She reached for her belt and placed her hand upon the hilt of her sword. The boy grabbed the sword he had been working on, readying himself for a fight.
The girl let out a short laugh as he did so. She unsheathed her sword. Now he saw why she had laughed. Her sword was broken at the tip, just enough to make it unworthy of a good fight. He set down the sword and walked towards her.
"I was hoping I could trade it in. You could melt it down for a new sword and I could pay a few less shillings for a new one?" she was bartering. He walked to her, took the sword, and began examining it. "I suppose I could use more of this metal. You would still have to pay eight shillings, though."
In the light she could see him better. He was a little older than her and had brown or black hair, in this lighting she couldn't really tell. He looked as though he hadn't shaven in a few days. His clothes were quite plain and dusty from working inside the shop without opening the windows.
"Deal. I'll make it nine if you get one done soon." She was in a hurry, and what was an extra shilling? He nodded and looked at the clock. "I can have it done in ten minutes if you'll still be in town." She looked at him oddly. "Ten minutes?" "Yeah, I have one about this size in my home next door. I can do a few fixes on it to make it worth your while." He knew he was exaggerating the ten minutes. He hardly ever made a sword that needed repairs.
"Would it be alright if I waited here?" She glanced past him and out the window at two guards leisurely walking by. He looked at her with a "you're kidding, right?" look. She made a 'uh' noise and said, "That doesn't mean I'm dishonest. I'm paying you, aren't I?" He looked at her sideways. "What would I steal, anyways?" she was looking around at the various tools and things about the room. "The donkey?" she said sarcastically. He gave her another glance and snatched up his bag of money that was resting on the table he had been working on and walked out, closing the door behind him awkwardly.
She sat down on a chair nearby the place she had been standing. She looked at the donkey. "Sad, so sad" she thought. Just then the doors opened and closed too quickly to be the blacksmith. She jumped to her feet, ready to run or fight if she had to. The dust began to clear around the door and off the steps came a pirate a little older than the blacksmith had been. He was looking around, for another exit, she guessed. Seeing her he took a few more steps in that direction, unveiling himself from the cloud of dust.
Just as she was going to ask his business, the blacksmith walked back in. The blacksmith looked at her as to say "I'm disappointed in you. Not." "Don't look at me. I didn't invite him in." she said, countering his glare. He seemed to believe her and took his attention to the stranger in their mist.
"You, pirate! You're the one they're looking for." With the last comment the girl looked out the window to see quite a few guards running down the streets. She muttered under her breath "What did you do to them?" The pirate shot her a "nothing really" and returned his eyes to the blacksmith. The blacksmith pointed his sword at the pirate. "You're not going anywhere."
"Do you think it wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" the pirate drew his own sword and dragged the blade across that of the blacksmith's before assuming a fight worthy stance. The blacksmith straightened his own stance. "You threatened Miss Swann." At the mention of this the pirate smirked and replied, "Only a little." Both men begin to fight and the girl looks from them to the window nervously.
Finally the pirate corners the blacksmith who seemed surprised the pirate had cheated. "Pirate." He reminds. "Now move." The blacksmith was now blocking the only remaining exit. The girl, seeing that the guards were starting to gather near the shop headed for the back door. A man who had been unnoticed until then came up behind the pirate and hit him over the head with a bottle of beer. The blacksmith looked up at the girl who had stopped right as the pirate had been knocked unconscious.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked as she continued to the exit again. "I haven't done anything to you or your Miss Swann, I just wanted a new sword. Keep the old one. I'll just be going..." She was stopped by a crowbar resting on her neck. "You're a pirate, none the less. You're going with him." He said nodding towards the pirate.
"I won't tell if you won't." She was a little worried now. Being caught wasn't a good thing. It would be sure death here, even if she was a woman. The pirate was beginning to regain consciousness and the blacksmith seemed to be contemplating the effects of letting her go when the door flew open. "Damn it" she cursed. She couldn't have made it even if he had let her go.
The guards seized the pirate and a few of them surrounded her, their swords drawn and pointed at her. One of the guards poked her towards the pirate. "I'm unarmed. No reason to be so. Ow!" Another guard poked her with his sword. "I'm moving!" She was getting irritated. She had done nothing to piss off anyone, yet here she was being prodded with swords, about to be sent off to a prison.
A leader, probably something like Commodore, stepped in front of the pirate. "We will all remember this as the day Jack sparrow almost escaped." He said cruelly. "Well done blacksmith." He said, still sounding high on himself. The girl finally caught his eye. "Well look here, to for the price of one!" The girl glared at Jack. "I hate you." She said bluntly. Under her breath she mumbled something that sounded like "this blows".
*OK. I know I only gave one name but that's kind of part of the plot... Please review! (Be kind I wrote half of this at one in the morning)
Chapter One
*Disclaimer: I do not own any items or characters related to the film or ride "Pirates of the Caribbean", but Disney does. Don't sue me. I have nothing but bottle caps and dryer sheets.
She could still smell the sea in the air as she stepped off the pier onto the cobblestone road of the town. It was quiet and sunny; an eerie combination. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the commoners of the town were busy moving through the streets to get to their scheduled appointments, whatever they were.
The young girl swept through the shadows, careful to not draw any attention to her self as she made her way through the maze of streets. A small sign had greeted her at the dock, and now her mind was beginning to linger on it.
"Welcome to Port Royal". The sign had actually been quite friendly in nature, gold printing on a neat white board. The sign next to it had not been so friendly. "Pirates will not be tolerated", it had read. That wouldn't normally disturb her but the corpses at the cove just before you reached the docking port were a little less formal. They were hanging from nooses tied to a rock over the entrance to the cove. One of the corpses held a sign bearing the message, "PIRATES BEWARE".
She shook it off her mind and continued through the winding streets until she reached a sign bearing the crest of a blacksmith. She was greeted by the warm air rushing onto her face on its way out as she opened the door.
Dim light cast all around the shop, which was really one big room. A cloud of dust rested in mid-air making it hard to see. She closed the door behind her and walked quietly down the steps. The cloud of dust seemed to ease up where she stood now. Surveying her surrounding her eyes fell upon a young man.
The young man looked up at her. "Can I help you?" he asked. He sounded a bit suspicious. Of course, she was suspicion-worthy. She reached for her belt and placed her hand upon the hilt of her sword. The boy grabbed the sword he had been working on, readying himself for a fight.
The girl let out a short laugh as he did so. She unsheathed her sword. Now he saw why she had laughed. Her sword was broken at the tip, just enough to make it unworthy of a good fight. He set down the sword and walked towards her.
"I was hoping I could trade it in. You could melt it down for a new sword and I could pay a few less shillings for a new one?" she was bartering. He walked to her, took the sword, and began examining it. "I suppose I could use more of this metal. You would still have to pay eight shillings, though."
In the light she could see him better. He was a little older than her and had brown or black hair, in this lighting she couldn't really tell. He looked as though he hadn't shaven in a few days. His clothes were quite plain and dusty from working inside the shop without opening the windows.
"Deal. I'll make it nine if you get one done soon." She was in a hurry, and what was an extra shilling? He nodded and looked at the clock. "I can have it done in ten minutes if you'll still be in town." She looked at him oddly. "Ten minutes?" "Yeah, I have one about this size in my home next door. I can do a few fixes on it to make it worth your while." He knew he was exaggerating the ten minutes. He hardly ever made a sword that needed repairs.
"Would it be alright if I waited here?" She glanced past him and out the window at two guards leisurely walking by. He looked at her with a "you're kidding, right?" look. She made a 'uh' noise and said, "That doesn't mean I'm dishonest. I'm paying you, aren't I?" He looked at her sideways. "What would I steal, anyways?" she was looking around at the various tools and things about the room. "The donkey?" she said sarcastically. He gave her another glance and snatched up his bag of money that was resting on the table he had been working on and walked out, closing the door behind him awkwardly.
She sat down on a chair nearby the place she had been standing. She looked at the donkey. "Sad, so sad" she thought. Just then the doors opened and closed too quickly to be the blacksmith. She jumped to her feet, ready to run or fight if she had to. The dust began to clear around the door and off the steps came a pirate a little older than the blacksmith had been. He was looking around, for another exit, she guessed. Seeing her he took a few more steps in that direction, unveiling himself from the cloud of dust.
Just as she was going to ask his business, the blacksmith walked back in. The blacksmith looked at her as to say "I'm disappointed in you. Not." "Don't look at me. I didn't invite him in." she said, countering his glare. He seemed to believe her and took his attention to the stranger in their mist.
"You, pirate! You're the one they're looking for." With the last comment the girl looked out the window to see quite a few guards running down the streets. She muttered under her breath "What did you do to them?" The pirate shot her a "nothing really" and returned his eyes to the blacksmith. The blacksmith pointed his sword at the pirate. "You're not going anywhere."
"Do you think it wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" the pirate drew his own sword and dragged the blade across that of the blacksmith's before assuming a fight worthy stance. The blacksmith straightened his own stance. "You threatened Miss Swann." At the mention of this the pirate smirked and replied, "Only a little." Both men begin to fight and the girl looks from them to the window nervously.
Finally the pirate corners the blacksmith who seemed surprised the pirate had cheated. "Pirate." He reminds. "Now move." The blacksmith was now blocking the only remaining exit. The girl, seeing that the guards were starting to gather near the shop headed for the back door. A man who had been unnoticed until then came up behind the pirate and hit him over the head with a bottle of beer. The blacksmith looked up at the girl who had stopped right as the pirate had been knocked unconscious.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked as she continued to the exit again. "I haven't done anything to you or your Miss Swann, I just wanted a new sword. Keep the old one. I'll just be going..." She was stopped by a crowbar resting on her neck. "You're a pirate, none the less. You're going with him." He said nodding towards the pirate.
"I won't tell if you won't." She was a little worried now. Being caught wasn't a good thing. It would be sure death here, even if she was a woman. The pirate was beginning to regain consciousness and the blacksmith seemed to be contemplating the effects of letting her go when the door flew open. "Damn it" she cursed. She couldn't have made it even if he had let her go.
The guards seized the pirate and a few of them surrounded her, their swords drawn and pointed at her. One of the guards poked her towards the pirate. "I'm unarmed. No reason to be so. Ow!" Another guard poked her with his sword. "I'm moving!" She was getting irritated. She had done nothing to piss off anyone, yet here she was being prodded with swords, about to be sent off to a prison.
A leader, probably something like Commodore, stepped in front of the pirate. "We will all remember this as the day Jack sparrow almost escaped." He said cruelly. "Well done blacksmith." He said, still sounding high on himself. The girl finally caught his eye. "Well look here, to for the price of one!" The girl glared at Jack. "I hate you." She said bluntly. Under her breath she mumbled something that sounded like "this blows".
*OK. I know I only gave one name but that's kind of part of the plot... Please review! (Be kind I wrote half of this at one in the morning)