A/N: Due to my wishes of wanting to write this story, I had to put all multi chapter stories on hold. Yes, I know you might be disappointed at that but I cannot just work on the story and on the other ones; I would get too stressed out, like how I have when I was writing the second chapter to "The Love Will Last". I apologize for putting my stories on hold and I promise they will be back! But this story…it's going to take a while to even finish it. I have three more stories to go with this story. So you can say I'm doing a book series of Link and Zelda, and my first one, that is. ^^ I don't know how long this story will be, but I will imagine quite a few chapters. Even though the pages are ten pages long, I will have the story be very interesting. I promise. I will try my best.
Alright. Now that I've rambled long enough. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.
God Bless you,
LinkxZeldalover
Disclaimer: I do not own Link, Zelda, or any relation to the Pirates of the Caribbean. This is just a mix with the Legend of Zelda and Pirates of the Caribbean.
"I beg your pardon, miss. I hate to intrude, seeing as you might be busy and all that but… are you the author of this book?" Zelda looked up from her laptop and smiled. Standing at the desk was a young woman, and a beauty she was. Her golden blond hair waved all the way to her middle back, which the ends of her hair scrunched up at. Small bangs were over part of her eyes slightly and the woman moved them back with her hand, the kindle smile still sparkling on her wonderful features. She wore a long sleeve, peach color sweater, for it was below the thirties outside; something Zelda was certainly not used to. The woman wore nice looking sweat pants that matched the color of her eyes, which were a piercing blue, like an ocean after winded storm. And for the foot wearing she wore shoes; just normal shoes. The young woman was holding something in her arms and Zelda could tell that it was a book. Squinting her eyes, she saw the title on it. The Pirates of Hyrule: the Mysteries of Underground Water, and by the looks of it the young woman was nearly jumping out of her skin to know if Zelda was the author or not. With a nod, confirming that she was the author, Zelda leaned back in the chair.
"Yes," Zelda answered, giving the woman a smile. "Indeed I am." The young woman let out a small squeal but Zelda could tell that she was holding back even more on it. Zelda smiled once again, but it was a big smile knowing that this young woman was a fan of her writing. "How may I be of assistants for you?"
"Can you sign the book for me?!" she asked very quickly. But Zelda understood what she said.
"Of course." Zelda turned towards to her right, where she pulled open a drawer filled with writing supplies. She pulled a pen and a small glass of ink and sat the glass of ink on the on the table. Zelda opened the glass and dipped the pen in the ink and then turned back to Melissa, who by now had put the book on the desk when Zelda opened the drawer. "Alright," Zelda slide the book to her and opened the cover of it and brushed the pen on the edge of the glass of ink so it wouldn't dripped and then put the pen over the hard cover. "And who do I make this out to?"
"Melissa," came the reply. She seemed to of have cooled down now that she had been talking with Zelda for a couple of minutes. Zelda signed her name on the cover and then closed the book and slide it towards Melissa She took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it on the pen before placing them on the desk. The young girl grinned while opening the book and looking at the autograph.
"Oh, thank you so much!" she said, turning her attention back to Zelda and closing the book.
"You're welcome," Zelda said, standing up from her seat. She stretched her legs, moaning at how it felt good when her muscles pulled. Melissa, however, didn't walk off all giddy like the other ones. She stayed there, tapping her fingers on the book, looking diffident of herself. She bit her lip and then let out a sigh. If she wanted to know something about the book, then she might as well stop beating around the bush and ask the author herself. Taking a deep breath to down her shyness, Melissa approached Zelda behind her.
"Ummm…excuse me?" Melissa tapped on the shoulder, who turned around and smiled at her.
"Yes?"
"Is it true that this book is actually based on a true story, an adventure that you actually had?"
With a smile, Zelda answered. "Yes, it is." Melissa looked down at the book she was holding in astonishment.
"That's amazing!" she whispered, her eyes wide in awe, as if she couldn't believe it. Zelda stood there, watching the young woman, biting on her lip. She was debating if she should tell her or not. If she did told her then it would give Zelda a chance to tell her the story of what she had experienced for the past four years. Then again…it was a secret for her. It was her own and her husband's story; their own story. But then again, Zelda couldn't stop herself now to just say it's based on a true story. There's more to the book; much more. Zelda shook her head; why did she even had to be at the library for an autograph signing?
"You know," Zelda started, pushing her hands in her pockets and nodding towards the book, the young woman looking up. "There's more to the book. Much, much, much more. Perhaps three more books of more." The young girl's eyes widened with excitement, a grin spreading across her face.
"Really?!" Melissa exclaimed, a little too loudly. Zelda shushed her, putting a finger to her lips. The exclaim caught a few people's attentions, their eyes lingering on Melissa and Zelda in a mystery manner, but then went back to what they were doing. Zelda, who had looked around her to see if anyone was watching, looked back at Melissa and took her finger off her lips.
"Come, Melissa," she said, grabbing her jacket from the chair and putting it on as she lead Melissa towards the entrance of the library while putting on her jacket. "Let's go to a café and I'll tell you the whole story."
"Really?" Melissa asked, this time her voice sounded softer with amazement.
"Sure. Certainly a girl like you would like to hear my tale."
"Thank you," Zelda said to a young boy that brought her and Melissa their coffee and buns. He nodded and then strolled off to the counter to assist a customer.
"So…" Melissa started, shifting in her seat. "About the story…"
"Oh yes," Zelda chuckled, lightly slapping her on the head. "I nearly forgot. Thank you for reminding me." Melissa smiled, telling her 'You're welcome.' "Well, it's a rather long story and we could be here all day, or even split the days up. It's rather long, I tell you."
"Not a problem," Melissa said, leaning back in her chair comfortably, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. "I don 't have anything to do besides school anyway." Zelda smiled and nodded.
"Very well, then," she said. Zelda cleared her throat and stood up straighter in her seat. "It all started when I came home from school…"
Zelda hurried inside the warm and cozy house, briefly shutting the door behind her. She shivered as chills ran down her side from the rain. She was dripping wet! Head to toe she was covered in rain, her clothes dripping to the floor. Zelda giggled at the thought of how her father will react to that but she didn't really care for a moment. She took off her backpack and then proceeded with her jacket, hanging it on the coat racket. She took off her shoes and socking off, setting them side to the wall where her back laid and ran into the kitchen, careful not to slip on the floor.
Once in the kitchen she went over to the sink and rung the water out of her hair, the faint sounds of the rain outside hitting her ears. When she made sure that all the water was gone from her hair, she pulled back from the sink and let her hair go, shaking her head to get the tiny drips of rain out. She walked out of the kitchen and in the parlor room and took her hair brush that was on the coffee table. She began to brush her hair, wincing at the small knots she made by messing her hair up. But nonetheless she got them out and with a satisfy smile, she set the brush down and walked out of the living room and towards the stair case. She was starting to climb them when she heard her father.
"Oh Zelda!"
Zelda let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes, slowly turning around on the stair case, finding her father at the bottom of it, his face scrunch up in displeasure. Zelda stood up straight and gave him the sweetest smile she could muster up, holding back her annoyance. "Yes, father?" she asked.
"Could you come down here?" Zelda's father asked, motioning downwards. "There is something I would like to discuss with you." With that, he walked towards the living room in a swift of a move. Zelda groaned; she just got home and already she was in trouble. She walked down the steps of the stair case and followed where her father went, who was standing in front of the sofa. He motioned towards the sofa. "Sit down." Zelda did so and leaned back in the sofa, closing her eyes at how good it felt to be able to sit down and relax…though this was not a time for her to relax.
"You said you wanted to discuss something with me?" Zelda said, keeping her eyes closed. "If I may ask, father, is it important?"
"Yes," was her father's gruffly reply. She heard the sound of paper. "Can you please explain this." Zelda opened her eyes and she instantly frowned, a thin line appearing on her lips. It was a paper to one of her tests she had taken today at school. Zelda could faintly see the C+ on the paper. "A C, Zelda?"
"I had three different tests, father," Zelda replied. Her father scoffed. "I was starting to get sleepy when I started studying for that test." Zelda nodded towards the paper. "I hate it when you expect me to make just A's."
"I do not!" he argued, placing his fits on his hips. "I expect good grades from you and a C is not in my dictionary."
"I had many tests today," Zelda told him, crossing her arms across her chest. "I can't make passing grades all the time like you expect me to."
"You can if you try harder."
"Try harder?" Zelda repeated, her face shining with disbelief on it. She slowly stood up as she spoke. "I do try hard! You pressure me so much that I can't take in all the tests. You have to let me take breaks; you have to accept that I will fail at some tests. Everyone fails. No one can just not fail at everything."
"I do not wish for you to fail, especially with a C," Zelda's father said. He wrinkled his face up; something he would do when he was either upset or displease. "Zelda, I do not accept a C from you. A C is certainly not good enough if you want to go to college."
"A C is a passing grade!" Zelda cried, throwing her arms up in the air. "Now, if I were to make a D then yes, that would be failing. But a C is perfectly fine."
"But not for me," Zelda's father said slowly. Zelda clenched her teeth. "If you fail another test then I will have to get you to bed early."
"But that's not fair! I didn't even fail!"
"I think otherwise. Go do your homework and I'll call you when dinner's ready."
"But father-" Zelda tried.
"Now!" her father barked, pointing towards the stairs. Zelda let out a frustrated yell and stormed up to her room but not without grabbing her backpack. Once in her room, she slammed the door and threw her backpack on the floor. She leaned against the door, tears of anger threatening to spill out. She wiped them away hastily and strolled over to bed, where there was a small book with folded pieces of paper that she and her best friend, Maxine, had written for each other in classes.
Hey! Have you seen the AOL news?
No. I just got to my computer. Father was scowling me for making a C on a test.
Man, that's rough. It's a passing grade.
Not in his dictionary. So, what about the AOL news?
Oh yeah! They think they found a pirate ship, Zelda! A pirate ship!
Zelda scoffed at the message. A pirate ship? Pirates weren't real and if they were they certainly weren't like the ones back then. Zelda truthfully didn't think that pirates weren't real, that they were just someone's imagination. Most of the people she knew believed in pirates and often talk about them. Zelda was a reality girl, which barley any of her friends were, though they thought Zelda was too much of a reality girl and needed to have some fun. It was something Zelda always rejected when her friends offered it.
Zelda folded the pieces of paper and sat them on her night stand before picking up her book and reading the title. It was her history book.
Oh yes… Zelda thought to herself. I had forgotten to take it with me to school.
Zelda opened the book and began to read what she had studied, thinking of taking a nap and miss dinner. She didn't really feel like eating dinner with her father, or even talking to him for the matter. She was rather upset. There was no need to fuss over about getting a C. Zelda thought that it was a passing grade, but apparently her father didn't.
Wait…
Zelda looked up from stirring her coffee after putting some cream in it. Melissa sat there, in the original position she was in before, her eyebrows furrowed together. Zelda lifted her head up, telling Melissa to continue to what she was going to say.
"So…your father got furious because you, in his words, failed a test?" Zelda nodded.
"Precisely," Zelda replied shortly. "You see, Melissa, my father wasn't a very good student when he was a young lad. He barley excelled in tests, homework's or even worksheets that the school gave out. He always failed. Why, he didn't even try!"
"Wow," Melissa breathed, blinking her eyes rapidly. "Really?" Once again, Zelda nodded again. "I didn't think it mattered if I failed in school or not."
"Believe it or not, it does matter," Zelda said as if she was a professor. "Believe me, Melissa, it is hard getting good grades to pass by, and it was certainly hard for me to get good grades, for I was under the pressure of my father. He always persisted me to study, study, study." Zelda banged her hand into her other hand as she said that. "No breaks and no fun at all. I always had to study and eventually, I turned to a girl who always did study, not giving fun a time of the day."
"That sounds horrible!" Melissa said, leaning forward in interest. Zelda seemed inconvenience about telling Melissa about her father. She didn't even like telling her husband about it but she felt better when she did and right now, Zelda was feeling a little better as well. When she had starting to talk about her father, sadness filled within her but she quickly dismissed the feeling and continued on with the story. But now, it felt like a big weight has been lifted of her shoulders.
"My father was very strict, and all because of his childhood."
"What was his childhood like?" Zelda shook her head.
"Even back then I didn't know."
Zelda closed her history book with a sigh. For now she was going to relax…or to try to. She hoped she wouldn't fall asleep, even though she really wanted to. She just didn't want to disappoint her father like from earlier. He had always made a big deal out of her grades and pressed her even more to work harder. Zelda never had the time for fun, not even for a few minutes. She just wished someone would just take her away from her father, the pressure, her friends…everything. It was too over-bearing for her and she just couldn't stand staying another minute in her room, studying non-stop. Zelda let out a billow sigh and put a hand to her eye and began to rub it.
Zelda suddenly felt tired, the whole day catching up on her. Her eyes began to droop and she felt the weariness taking over her, urging her to close her eyes and just take a little nap. No! Zelda shot her eyes wider, trying to keep them open. Perhaps laying down was a bad idea…
She had to stay awake. She didn't want her father getting anymore upset with her than he is now. Yes, she thought he was a little harsh on her earlier but she knew better to talk back to him. She was just so furious. One little, so he thinks, slip-up, and he's all upset. A C isn't a bad grade, it was a passing grade. Sure it was a barley passing grade but it was still a passing grade. But she had a long day…maybe just a quick nap wouldn't hurt. What was going to hurt? Who was it going to hurt? So deciding to take a nap, Zelda fully closed her eyes, which were half closed and allowed herself to go to sleep.
"Alright men, you know what to do, right?"
"Kidnap an gan te a bor?"
"What?" Captain Navada looked at the young pirate long and hard, his eyebrow raised in the highest he could raise it. "No!" Captain Navada went back to the chart but he briefly turned around towards the pirate, his finger in the air. "Okay, aye , but tha is not wor main goal this week, lads. Link!" The captain turned towards the young man lowering over the charts, his bright blue eyes scanning the chart intently. He looked up when the captain called to him.
"Yes, sir?" he asked, standing up straighter with his arms behind his back. Brownish blond hair covered part of his eyes and his face was indeed handsome for a pirate. Any woman would fall for his looks.
"What are wi gunna dee when wi reach the docks of Castle Toon?"
"Steal from other people, sir," Link answered right away without the even slightest of stutter or doubt. The captain nodded, pleased with Link's answer.
"An if wi get caught?" Captain Navada asked slowly, his eyebrow still raised.
"Do what we always do; defend for ourselves and if necessary or if we truly despise the person, shoot 'em."
"Excellent!" The captain turned towards his unfaithful crew. "And that, my friends, what is a good First Mate there. Always know what ter do an' 'ow ter do it. And perhaps someday you be can smart like Link. Perhaps." The crew mumbled at his comment and a smirk appeared on the captain's face, pleased that he had agitated his crew. "Yee may gan noo . Back te yer duties! Wi hev a lot of worrk te dee if wi want te get te Castle Toon bi nightfall."
Again the crew mumbled nonsensical stuff under their breath as they made their way out of the captain's quarters, going back on the deck to get back to work. Captain Nevada sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he watched his crew leaves, shaking his head in the process and mumbling something about air head morons. Link, who had gotten back to the charts when the crew started to leave, looked at the corner of his eye and chuckled.
"Something wrong, captain?" he questioned as he traced his finger on the chart.
"Aah, it's nothin , Link," the captain chuckled. "I just wish I could've pick a be'er, mawer stronger crew. The crew I 'ave ordered fer ain't da ones I 'ad been expecting. I 'ad 'oped what they would straighten up but i' turned false. Oh, I need ter si' down. I think I feel a 'eadache comin' upon me." Captain Nevada let out a heavy sigh and sat down at a small table in the corner left side of the room. Link stood up straighter once again and walked towards his captain.
"Shall I get you anything for your headache?" Link asked, putting his arms behind his back. "Aspirin? Rum? Lunch?"
"Rum will dee , me lad , thank yee." Captain Nevada nodded at the suggestion of rum, waving Link off. Link nodded and was out the door within seconds. Captain Nevada let out a sigh and stood up from the small table, crossing over to the other side of the room and to the window that looked out the ocean. It seemed like the ocean was calm. No storms, no whirl pools, no other pirate ships. The gentle moving of the ship calmed Captain Navada and felt part of his headache went away, though some of it remained, pounding hardly in his head. He shut his eyes tightly and put his hand to the side of his head, groaning as the headache seemed to of got worse. He didn't know if it was just the issue of his crew or that he was just excited to get to Castle Town. He had a few places to go to steal some stuff and knew that Dobra always went out at nights when his daughter, Zelda, slept.
Captain Nevada had seen Dobra go out to the market and back to the house when he was visiting Castle Town a couple of times. Captain Nevada wasn't very friendly towards Dobra; nor was Dobra towards Captain Nevada. They've had a few encounters and one of them was when his crew tried to go after Zelda. Dobra was quick to knock them out with a stick and told Captain Nevada and his crew to stay away from Zelda. Captain Nevada hadn't been back in Castle Town since then but once he and his crew were there, he would take Link to where Dobra lives and set things…straight with him. Captain Nevada chuckled to himself; it was certainly going to be a joy ride.
Captain Nevada was just then interrupted from his thoughts when the door opened and Link stepped in, carrying a tray of an around bottle of Rum and a glass. He set it on the table and poured Captain Nevada the glass as he walked towards him. Link handed him the glass when Captain Nevada was at the table, who took big sips of the glass. "Thank yee, Link," Captain Nevada said, his voice more lighter and more pleasurable.
"Anytime, captain," Link said, saluting. Captain Nevada chuckled and sat down at the table and downed more of the rum, then had Link refilled it. It was then that Link bit his lip, looking at the rum. He looked at Captain Nevada. "Sir? May I?" Link nodded towards the bottle of rum. His captain raised an eyebrow at him. "I've never had rum before, sir; I've always wondered what it tastes like." Captain Nevada laughed while Link grinned at him, his teeth showing.
"Link, me lad," Captain Nevada said as he stood up and put an arm around Link's shoulders. "A captain an a Forst Mate are not entirely different…but there are some things tha are different between a captain an his or hor Forst Mate."
"And that would be, sir…?"
"One of them is drinkin," Captain Nevada started. "When yee forst became me Forst Mate, Ah knew yee hev nivvor gotten drunk or even tyested a single alcohol, therefore Ah made sure tha yee weren't near the crew long enough te hev them offer yee any rum. Link, yee are a young lad, an a young Forst Mate. The youngest one of them aal . You're eighteen, Link, an yee aren't aloo te drink until you're twenty-one, am Ah correct?"
"Well…er…yes, sir," Link said, shifting his feet. "But I just thought, since being a pirate and all, it wouldn't matter and-"
Captain Nevada's laugh interrupted Link. He shook his head. "Link, it does matter," he said. "As a captain, he or sheh has te watch oot fre his or hor loyal Forst Mate."
"What about the crew?" Link asked as he raised an eyebrow. Captain Nevada looked at him for a moment, clueless while starching his head.
"Can yee repeat tha please?"
"The crew." Link did so, motioning towards the door. "Aren't they important? Should you watch out for them as well?" Captain Nevada laughed.
"A Forst Mate is always important. Ne betta than the crew, Link. Ne betta than the crew."
A/N: Alright, this took me about three days to write and I looked over and over it yesterday to make sure that the conversations was 'proper'. I just did that myself and think it's rather nice, if you ask me. Now, I know this is kind of like a boring chapter but the next one will start things to get interesting. So, what did you think of the chapter? Please review.