Pirates of the Caribbean 4- My version

Abigail Turner flew through the streets, her brown hair flying behind her in the wind, with her older brother, James, on her tail. Dodging and ducking around people and objects that seemed to just appear out of nowhere, she attempted to throw her brother off her trail, but 18 year-old James was a bit smarter and more cunning than his eight-year-old sister. He took a left turn around the nearest corner, hoping to take a short cut that would put him in front of Abby, but accidentally ran into a large, big boned British soldier. The impact of knocking into the man made James fall to the ground with a thuunnk. Abby, noticing her brother had fallen, stopped and gawked when she saw the soldier. The man scowled severely at James, but offered a hand to help him up. James cringed at his features: hard, barely showing emotion, his eyes a dark brown. When James took his hand, the officer quickly placed his other hand firmly around Jame's wrist.

Alarmed, James cried," What are you doing?!"

" Didn't you know it's rude to run recklessly around in a town when people are out and about?" He paused, letting go of James' wrist with one hand, drawing a small dagger from beneath one of his coats many flaps. " I'm bringing you to the General. You seem like a tough young lad who would do well as a recruit."

" But you can't just take me like this! Since when does the Royal Navy KIDNAP their new recruits? What's the matter, you can't find anyone who will willingly join?" He looked over his shoulder and saw Abby standing a few yards away, her large brown eyes full of dread, and questions. He wished this officer would leave him alone, for his sister's sake. He tried pulling away, but the brute held him tight. He caught Abby's attention, signing with his eyes to run. Abby nodded her head and ran as fast as she could, though quite regretfully. " All right," James said to the officer." Even though you're being obnoxiously rude, what with threatening me to join our Navy at dagger-point, you may do whatever you must with me. Just stay away from my family."

" Heh, we'll have to see about that, Lad," was all the officer would reply.

"Mom, Mom! James has been kidnapped!" Abby screamed, rushing into their small cottage. It was a very cozy place, consisting of a kitchen, a study and two bedrooms. She could see that her mother was writing in the study again, probably letters to Abby's father as she always did. Elizabeth Turner got up from her desk and walked over to her daughter.

Taking her daughter's head into her hands, she asked, "What? Are you sure?"

Abby was panting hard, and could hardly spit out the sentence. " Yes! He's been taken by some soldier." Elizabeth felt her heart drop into her stomach.

"Did the soldier mention what for?"

"I'm not sure...I was too far away to hear. Mom, is he going to be all right?"

Elizabeth just stared ahead and hugged Abby. " Yes, of course. We're going to get him back. I promise."

Seven Years Later...

Abby, now fifteen, watched the sea gulls flying high in the air, and relaxed as the ship rocked back and forth gently. She had stolen the ship from some old man who had, she surmised, no more use for it. The ship wasn't that big, and she named it Sparrow after her mother's old friend, Jack. She tied down what little sails she had for her ship and let the currents take her out to sea. Small items rolled around at the bottom of the boat, just a few things she used to help fix up the ship to her liking. Suddenly, coming as if out of nowhere, a large British ship caught sight of her and set a course heading straight for her tiny Sparrow. It seemed that it was intent on overtaking her. Abby quickly let down the sails and took hold of the tiller, ready to speed to safety. The small ship suddenly jolted forward with astounding speed as the wind caught in the Sparrow's sails, and Abby laughed in delight, though she knew she didn't have much time before the giant tub behind her caught up.
It was the race of the century, she thought. There she was, in a boat one third the size of the ship chasing her, taking on the great British Navy in a tiny game of tag. She headed towards the port, knowing that it may be the last time she'd ever see her precious, stolen vessel, but needing to escape from whatever lay behind. Seconds turned into minutes, and with each minute the large vessel behind her grew larger and larger as it came closer to the Sparrow.

The choice was difficult, for she was just about reaching the shore, but the ship was almost reaching her. Deciding to do what was best instead of what her heart desired, she grabbed a few of her things, stuck it in her pockets (for she was wearing some of her brother's old clothes), and abandoned ship.

When she finally reached shore, she started to run for her life. A few soldiers that were waiting at the dock for their fellow men started running after her. One of the men on the ship started to shout at the others. "Go on, Men! After the lad! He's a thief!"

One soldier, who had been keeping watch at the dock, started running in the opposite direction as the others. The man who had previously shouted yelled again. " Turner! Where do you think you're going? I said to go after the boy, not to high-tale it."

James looked at his commanding officer.

" Don't worry, Sir. I know what I'm doing," He replied. James ran into some trees, which led into a thick forest. He whacked aside leaves and branches that got in his way, finally reaching a large oak tree. He went around to one side of it and stared at a certain spot. Once, long ago, when he and Abby were very young, their mother had told them that they had to run far away and not come back until the next morning; their house was being invaded with soldiers at the time, in search of pirates. They both ran into the very forest that he was standing in and took shelter in the very tree he stood before. On the outside they had carved their initials into it with James' pocketknife, so that they'd be able to find it again. He sneaked around the area carefully, hardly breathing, trying to hear if Abby made any sound that would give away her position, but the only sounds he heard were the beating of his heart and wind rustling the leaves of the trees. "Abby, I know that was you." He kicked around some old leaves that had fallen to the ground. "I see you're still wearing my old clothes."

Silence.

"You know, the poor merchant you stole your ship from wasn't very happy to find it missing," he tried again.

Still, only silence answered him.

"Tell Mom I say hello," he whispered under his breath, giving up. "I love you." With that, he walked off, preparing what he was going to say to the captain, just like every other time he had returned empty handed.

Once James was safely away, Abby cautiously climbed down the large tree, her mind ablaze with thought. Nowhere was safe, anymore. There was no place to call home. She started running as fast as she could towards a secret loading dock on the far side of the forest. Everyone there had secrets, and most of the inhabitants were pirates. That's also where Abby would find Elizabeth.

" Alright, I'll give you four pieces of silver and my hat if you win. If I win, you have to give me three pieces of silver and your sword," Elizabeth looked at the pirate.

"You've got yourself a deal, Your Highness," the pirate said mockingly, a twinkle in his devious eyes. His sausage-like fingers picked up the small cup, which held the dice, and shook it. Many breaths were being sucked in as all waited to see the outcome of this match of pirate's dice. Eventually, Elizabeth ended up winning. The old pirate swore as he walked out of the tavern, short three pieces of silver and a sword. Walking into the tavern, Abby took the empty seat across from the Pirate King.

"Ah, so you're ready to get the butt-kicking of your life, are ye?" Elizabeth asked, pumped from her previous win.

Abby gave a low laugh. " If that's how you're seeing it, aye. I suppose so."

"Aye, I'm seeing it that way." The Pirate King picked up the cup and prepared to shake, but the Abby stopped her with a small clearing of her throat. Elizabeth gazed into her daughter's brown eyes, noticing a hint of confusion and a bit of excitement. The unmistakable scar on the right side of Abby's neck, just below her ear, stared back at her, reminding her of their last run in with her son.

Elizabeth stood up from the table and said, " Well, now. How about you and I go for a walk?"

"Aye, that would be welcome. Thanks."

They walked out of the tavern and onto the beach, leaving the other pirates to play the game. The sea shimmered in the pale moonlight, and the two women walked towards the foamy waves, where they could talk privately. Once they were a safe distance away, Elizabeth hugged Abby hard.

" Oh, Sweetheart, you have no idea how I've worried about you! You really have got to stop going out to sea on that little boat…something could have happened, you could have been seen-"

"Mom," Abby interrupted." Calm down, please. I was spotted, actually, and chased." She paused. "James says to tell you hello, by the way. But there are more important matters to discuss."

Elizabeth waited expectantly. "Such as?"

"Such as the fact that we both know there isn't much time left before the authorities find this place. New reports come in every day about how the British are seeking out Pirates more savagely than anyone has ever heard of! If we stay here much longer, we're surely going to be found out. I'm not exactly up for being hung any time soon."

"Neither of us are, but for now, this tavern is where we need to be until I can get us a ship."

"You mean you haven't? Mom, it's been weeks!"

"Now, hold on. I've almost got something together. Give me a chance."

"Oh, then please, tell me. What do you have in mind?"

"You know where Caveman's Corner is? That little pub down by our old house?"

"How could I forget?" Abby asked.

"Well, a reliable resource has told me that a large British ship called the Falcon Eye will be in port in a few days." She had a new sparkle in her eye that told Abby all she needed to know.

"And you want to steal it."

Elizabeth remembered something Jack Sparrow had said long ago. "No, not steal. More like 'commandeer'."

"Right. You and what army? That thing is sure to be guarded with at least fifteen men, and if it's as grand as you say it is, we're going to need a crew. A pretty LARGE crew."

The Pirate King took a deep breath of the salty air. "I have been recruiting people for the past week. We'll have enough, and we've arranged to all be in the general area when the time comes for us to take her."

Abby nodded. "All right then. Count me in."

Elizabeth smiled. "I knew I could count on you, Sweetheart."

"Ha! You know I don't have any other options." Now Abby was smiling, too. "But only on one condition."

"And that would be?"

Abby breathed deeply, but a smirk came to her lips. " We find Jack Sparrow and make him help us."

The Pirate King squirmed and blushed awkwardly. "Why would that be a condition? What could you possibly want with such a man?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well, I've never met him, and I want to see this amazing 'Jack Sparrow' that I've heard so much about my entire life." She spit on her hand and offered it to her mother. "Do we have a deal or not?"

Her mother sighed. "I suppose I have no choice." She, too, spit on her hand and they shook on it.