Disclaimer: I own nothing POTC. I only own Alison and that is all.
Author's Note: Ok, my first fic. I loved the POTC movie and Jack Sparrow. There are a lot of J/OC stories out there and this is not one. If you think Alison is a Mary-Sue, oh well, I tried to keep her Mary-Sue free and that will prove that I failed. On a better note-ENJOY!
"We are almost there, Miss Conners. We have just a few more hours to go," the captain of the ship called to a young woman leaning over the edge of the ship. Her soft green eyes roamed about the vast and endless blue ocean surrounding the ship. She was off start a new life in the Spanish Main. Miss Conners' long blonde hair blew about her waist as it hung behind her shoulders and down her back.
"A few hours is too long," she muttered to herself. She had to admit that the seas were making her stomach turn. She had heard too many pirate stories about the waters they were in and the last thing she wanted was to meet up with one those disgusting, vile men. Her past would make it clear to all that she passionately disliked pirates more than anything.
Before her father left her when she was around the age of two, he told her that he was not her real father. He and her mother had vacationed in the Caribbean. One night, while her mother's husband, a sea merchant, was sailing the seas in a trade ship; a gang of pirates raided the town. One of them had raped her mother and she, Ms. Conners, was the outcome. Her mother's husband called her an unwanted accident and left her on the streets of London years after. Her aunt took her in and brought her to live down in the Spanish Main. On her seventh birthday, Ms. Alison Conners sailed back to England and went back to her hometown to live with a close friend of her mother's, whom she knew quite well. Thirteen years later, she returns, finding the need to settle down with a nice man. She did not know exactly why the Caribbean called to her, but nevertheless, she was sailing back.
"Ms. Conners, are you alright? You are looking a little pale," one of the crewmen approached her with much concern.
"I'm feeling a little ill," she bluntly responded.
"Would you like to lie down?"
"I am quite fine hanging over the ship's edge, thank you."
"If you need anything, please ask," the boy moved away to continue his duties. Alison did not mind the company of the crew and she loved to tease them, but now that she was going out on her own she had to make a good impression. If she made a great impression, maybe she could find herself a nice man to marry. With that last cheery thought, Alison's seasickness got the best of her as she puked over the side.
-Ok, how was that? I know it was short and all, but it was a brief prologue type of thing. Please review and if you don't like it, please tell me how I can make it better. Thank you.
Author's Note: Ok, my first fic. I loved the POTC movie and Jack Sparrow. There are a lot of J/OC stories out there and this is not one. If you think Alison is a Mary-Sue, oh well, I tried to keep her Mary-Sue free and that will prove that I failed. On a better note-ENJOY!
"We are almost there, Miss Conners. We have just a few more hours to go," the captain of the ship called to a young woman leaning over the edge of the ship. Her soft green eyes roamed about the vast and endless blue ocean surrounding the ship. She was off start a new life in the Spanish Main. Miss Conners' long blonde hair blew about her waist as it hung behind her shoulders and down her back.
"A few hours is too long," she muttered to herself. She had to admit that the seas were making her stomach turn. She had heard too many pirate stories about the waters they were in and the last thing she wanted was to meet up with one those disgusting, vile men. Her past would make it clear to all that she passionately disliked pirates more than anything.
Before her father left her when she was around the age of two, he told her that he was not her real father. He and her mother had vacationed in the Caribbean. One night, while her mother's husband, a sea merchant, was sailing the seas in a trade ship; a gang of pirates raided the town. One of them had raped her mother and she, Ms. Conners, was the outcome. Her mother's husband called her an unwanted accident and left her on the streets of London years after. Her aunt took her in and brought her to live down in the Spanish Main. On her seventh birthday, Ms. Alison Conners sailed back to England and went back to her hometown to live with a close friend of her mother's, whom she knew quite well. Thirteen years later, she returns, finding the need to settle down with a nice man. She did not know exactly why the Caribbean called to her, but nevertheless, she was sailing back.
"Ms. Conners, are you alright? You are looking a little pale," one of the crewmen approached her with much concern.
"I'm feeling a little ill," she bluntly responded.
"Would you like to lie down?"
"I am quite fine hanging over the ship's edge, thank you."
"If you need anything, please ask," the boy moved away to continue his duties. Alison did not mind the company of the crew and she loved to tease them, but now that she was going out on her own she had to make a good impression. If she made a great impression, maybe she could find herself a nice man to marry. With that last cheery thought, Alison's seasickness got the best of her as she puked over the side.
-Ok, how was that? I know it was short and all, but it was a brief prologue type of thing. Please review and if you don't like it, please tell me how I can make it better. Thank you.