Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their original characters. I do think, however, that it would be pretty cool if I did, but I don't because you are reading this disclaimer.
Info:
Name: Eloise Sparrow
Nickname: Ella
Age: 13
Looks: Shoulder-length, blonde hair with bangs in front. Dark Green Eyes, slightly developed chest
Clothes: a baggy long-sleeved white shirt and slightly tight brown pants with the ends tucked into brown boots.
Other: Jack Sparrow's daughter, cursed as a werecat.
I was slowly walking through the Tortuga there were somethings I needed to get some things before my transformation tonight. Keeping my head down I watched my feet as they stepped daintily on the hard, worn-down road.
I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and fell down hard when I crashed into someone. Thinking it was another drunken pirate, I stood up and said, "Watch were you're go-" I stopped short.
This was not a drunken pirate at all. It was the most amazing boy I've ever seen. And the best part: he was my age. We stood there gaping at each other and he was the one to break the silence.
"I'm William Turner," he said, "the third," he bowed.
"My name is Eloise Sparrow," I curtsied, "you may call me Ella," I giggled.
Will stared at me in awe, "D-did you s-say 'E-Eloise Sparrow?"
I put my hands on my hips, "Aye. What's the matter? Do you have a problem with my name?" I asked being a little feisty.
"No!" He said snapping out of his trance, "It's just... that well... your father saved my father's life!"
He blurted out this last part so fast that it took me some time to register it. I was taken away from my thoughts as I realized it was sunset. I grabbed my sack and ran yelling over my shoulder as I went, "I need to leave! Good-bye William!"
"Wait!"
I heard him calling me but I kept on running. I finally stopped when I reached the Inn where I live alone. I smiled at Thomas, the innkeeper, on my way up the stairs but never stopped my steady, fast pace. I shut the creaky door behind me as I entered my room.
I placed the empty sack on the bed knowing I would have to wait until after the transformation had completed before I could get something to eat. I sighed and accidentally blew out the candle I was trying to light.
I could feel it happening. My body became shaky and cold. I lied down on the hard bed and let the magic take over. I could feel my tail growing and my body shrinking. I was still and calm when my ears moved to the top of my head and when black fur replaced the blonde hair. I stood up.
The changes were complete. I squeezed through a hole in the tiny window and carefully made my way to the ground. I worked my way through the busy street avoiding shoes walking around.
I was almost to my destination when a drunk fell on my slender tail. I hissed loudly and scratched the man's face. I jumped off his body as an empty rum bottle came towards me. I dodged out of the way and snickered in my mind as I continued on my way.
Upon reaching the half open door to the busy tavern I slid inside hoping to avoid hurting myself. I walked carefully avoiding all the shards of broken glass and climbing quietly over unconscious pirates.
I reached the actual bar and hopped onto an unoccupied stool. I was going to jump on the counter when I saw a familiar face. It was William. My thoughts were interrupted as a loud obnoxious laugh hit my sensitive hears. The bartender.
I had to act quickly as he started yelling at me.
"Oy! Pussycat! Want some rum don't ye?" Laughter filled the air as a cold liquid hit my fur.
I hissed at him and started to run out avoiding all the gunshots and attempts of capture. The only person in the room who opposed of the cruel treatment was Will. I boldly ran back to him as quick as I could and jumped into his lap. He covered me in his scarf and hid me.
The noise level went down as they realized the game had ended. I poked my face out of the cover and looked around everyone was doing thier own business so I climbed out of the bundle of fabric.
Will smiled and called the bartender to him.
"Two biscuits please… and a bottle of rum," He asked. In my mind I was thinking if he was old enough to drink rum but the bartender didn't give it another thought.
When Will received what he asked for he gave the bartender two shillings. He then broke up one of the biscuits and fed it to me. It was enough for my temporarily small stomach but in the morning I would need something more substantial.
Then something completely uncalled for happened. Will picked me up and carried me out the door. He walked a ways before stopping in front of a small cottage; probably his house. We went inside and I knew that in the morning if I wasn't gone it would mean trouble.
When he set me down I went to the door. Locked. I explored the one room home and looked at the only window. Locked. Uh, oh! I thought to my self.
I went to a corner next to the bed were William was messing around with some blankets.
"You can sleep here," he said indicating to the blankets and pillows. I climbed on it to give it a try. I had to admit it was pretty comfortable. I was half asleep before Will doused the candles and was asleep when he climbed into bed.
It was a deep sleep and I dreamed of my father and Will's father. My mind was thinking up millions of scenarios of my father saving Mr. Turner. I sleeping so heavy that I hardly noticed that I was slowly changing back into my human form.