Chapter 1: The Thief of Port Royal
Why am I always tempted by shiny things? I thought as I raced through Port Royal. This was the second time this week that I've been chased. Why would there be this much fuss over a silly ring? A shiny ring with an emerald in it, but a shiny ring none the less.
I had been walking down the street, minding my own business, when the jeweler walked out of his store. This guy usually had a nice supply of rings or necklaces that I could attempt in stealing. I failed most of the time. The jeweler was so nice he usually let me off with a warning. Sometimes he made me work for him as punishment. Sweeping the floors, washing the windows, that type of thing.
But today he must have been absent minded or something because he left his door unlocked. I just snuck in and looked around. The first thing that caught my eye was the emerald ring. I snatched it up and walked out the door calmly. The jeweler ran into me. He spotted the ring on my finger and glared at me. I grinned sheepishly and ran. Guards were after me moments later.
I ran through an alleyway and on the other side ducked under a cloth-lined table. The soldiers ran past, unaware of my presence. Surprisingly enough I saw the red coats, or bloody-backs is what I call them, soon give up and turn around.
Well that didn't last long. I thought as I got up from under the table. Brushing the dust off my white button down shirt and dark green vest I examined my surroundings. A few feet away two people were having a conversation. I leaned in, hopping to eavesdrop on them.
"That bloody thief stole another fancy trinket today. Shame that Norrington is too busy with the ceremony to catch him."
"What ceremony?"
"Why his promotion ceremony, of course! Today he becomes Commodore Norrington."
Commodore? I thought to myself. Why would stupid ol' Norrington deserve a promotion? All he command the bloody-backs to chase me around all day.
Right then a nice, round, juicy looking apple caught my eye. "Well nothing wrong with a bit of breakfast." I murmured. Snatching it off the table I shined the apple on my shirt and took a big bite. "Eh, not my favorite." I said through a mouthful.
I walked through the streets of Port Royal. My presence was well known. Many people glared at me and hid their money. I couldn't blame them. I've lived and robed in this town for three years now and never been caught. Ol' Norrington couldn't catch this thief!
Fancying the smell of the sea I made my way toward the harbor. The apple I had picked up earlier was now mostly eaten. Deciding I was done I tossed it to pig. Sadly, I missed the pig and instead hit a rather large man in the head. I have a terrible aim.
"Well missed one pig but got another!" I exclaimed loudly.
"You little rat!" The man shouted. He got up from his chair and started to chase me.
I took off. "Run, run, run as fast as you can, you fat pig!" I yelled back. "No one can catch the great Jason Serner!" By the time I had finished saying it the man had given up. I was home free.