Little Pirate Girl
By Morgana Ravenheart
A/N: Hi guys! Yes, I know I shouldn't be writing yet another story. But this takes precedence. Little Girl on the Road is being put on a backburner for now while I work out some of the kinks in the story. The Minivengers is being paused for the moment until I've got all of my POTC stuff done. So, I've been watching the POTC films and I've been reading a lot of fan fiction about it (Gibbs is my spirit animal- my mother punches me every time she hears me say, "Aye.").
So, what if this William Turner III wasn't exactly himself? What if… what if he was a girl?
A woman sat in a rocking chair with a babe in her arms, rocking to and fro and singing a song well sung.
"The King and his men,
Stole the Queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones,
The seas be ours,
And by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam.
Yo ho, all hands,
Hoist the colours high,
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
Now, some have died,
And some are alive,
And others sail on the sea,
With the keys to the cage...
And the Devil to pay,
We lay to Fiddler's Green!
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
The Bell has been raised,
From it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
A call to all,
Pay heed the squall,
And turn your sail to home!
Yo ho haul together,
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high,
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
The King and his men,
Stole the Queen from her bed,
And bound her in her Bones,
The seas be ours,
And by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam.
Yo ho haul together,
Hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!"
Smiling softly, she put her baby to bed. Walking to her own, she sighed. Her husband was away at sea. Again and it would be too long, much too long, before they saw one another again. Their child would live for who knows how long without their father. The child wouldn't see their father for a very long time.
It was a full year after the babe had been conceived. And it would be too many more before the woman and her husband would see each other again.
The woman walked down the market in the town nearby where she met her husband when he returned from sea. Her child ran ahead, now five years old and unknowing of their father still. It would be another few years until the man came ashore.
"Yer little'un's getting big now, en't she, missus?" a stall owner remarked with a small smile. All in the market were really taken with the child.
"Yes, quite," the woman remarked, a hint of her breeding and teachings still shining through. "Ah, come back young'un!" she called at her child, her voice lilting slightly into the accent of the town.
"Yes, Mama!" the child called back, running back to their mother. "'Lo, Rummy," they said to the stall owner. A small cough from the woman elicited the proper response from the child.
"I mean. Hello, Mister Rummy. How are you today?" the child asked, their mother's lessons coming through.
"Aye, I be well. And yerself, me little'un?" the stall owner, apparently called Rummy, replied.
"I'm very good, Mister Rummy. Thank you," the child nodded. "Mama, can I have some liquorice?"
The woman smiled and handed her child a coin. She watched her child run off to her friends proclaiming her success in acquiring money to buy said liquorice.
"Yer breedin's showin' up in 'er, missus. 'Ow long afore yer 'usband be home?" Rummy asked with a small smile as he too watched the child buy the sweets.
"Too long, Rummy, too long," the woman sighed.
"My love!" the woman cried as her husband finally came ashore. It had been too long since she last him. Since they loved last. But from that had come their child. Speaking of which…
"Darling? Come on, he won't bite!" she called over to the child standing back a few paces.
"Is that…? You became pregnant from our last?" the man asked his wife.
"No, I adopted them," the woman joked. "Of course they're ours."
The child, now ten, hesitantly approached their parents.
The man kneeled down in front of them. "Hello, little one. I'm your Papa. And I'm very excited to meet you," he said.
Later, once the child was fast asleep and the couple had finished loving, the man asked his wife, "What did you call the child? I've only been calling them little one and would like to know the name of my child."
The woman smirked and she whispered the name and her reasons for naming the child so in her husband's ear.
The man smirked. "Oh, we can't tell him that. No, he'll never let us live it down. Tell me, my love, will you return to the sea when the child is old enough?" he asked.
"When you next return to me, bring our friends. They'll take us aboard," the woman replied.
A/N: So, this is the prologue. I've got an idea for the next chapter. We find out who all our characters are. I know it's tedious to refer to the baby as 'the child' and the like but I'm not about to reveal our child's name and sex just yet- but we all know the couple and have some idea about the child. Just not the name… *insert evil laugh here*.