"Why are you against pirates?" Lorilie asked me, her Spanish accent making
her sound royal.
"They are evil." I said, fingering the medallion around my neck. My father had sent it to me, and I was off to the Caribbean to find him. The ship I was on, The Sea Mist had stopped in Spain before we set out, and that's when I met Lorilie. She boarded, looking for adventure. She didn't seem to want to talk of her past. Neither did I.
She looked out at the vast ocean. I heard her start to sing, but it was in Spanish, so I couldn't under stand it. "Cuando hay un abismo desnudo Que se opone entre los dos Yo me valgo del recuerdo Taciturno de tu voz Y de nuevo siento enfermo este corazón Que no le queda remedio más que amarte"
"You have a beautiful singing voice." I said, causing her to blush.
"Gracias." She said, pushing her dark hair out of her unusual violet eyes. "But I am nowhere near as good as my mother was. She used to teach me old Spanish songs. But the one I just sang I made up."
"You sound beautiful." I said. She was pulling on her beaded necklace that she wore tight around her throat. The dark and light blue and sea foam green beads stood out against her dark skin. The copper charm wasn't a specific shape. It looked sort of tear drop-ish, twisted wire forming flowers and other unknown designs. It made the other two necklaces seem small and useless.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"Mi abuela gave it to me as a parting gift." She said in her heavy accent. "Siempre siga el corazón, para lo nunca mentirá." She whispered, not to anyone in particular. She gazed out over the ocean, in a daze. She turned back to me. "It translates into 'Always follow your heart, for it will never lie.' She always told me that. That's why she let me leave. She knew that I didn't want to become a lady, like I was expected to. She understood me better than anyone. She told me to look for adventure, not wait for it. So I left." She finished. "Then she looked out towards the water. "What's that?" She asked.
I turned and looked. There was a vague outline of a ship through the strange fog. I looked at the flag. I saw the Jolly Rodger. "It's a pirate ship." I said.
Lorilie's eyes were wide. "It's the Black Pearl."
Then came the thud of cannon fire.
"Duck!" I yelled, pulling her close to me, and to the ground.
I heard orders being yelled, but paid no attention. The ship was coming closer. I still had Lorilie's hand in mine. "Come on." I said, and we crept towards the large barrels. "Hide behind these." I said, pushing her behind one. "I'm going to se what I can do to help."
"No." She said, her eyes filled with terror. "They will kill you!"
"I still have to help." I said, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" She said, and pulled me back. She unlached the silver cross from around her neck, and latched it around mine. "Never lose this." She said. "It'll protect you." She smiled. "God and mi mama will forgive me when they meet you, Will Turner. Buena suerte, good luck." She said.
I smiled, and turned to help. That was the last I saw of Lorilie Marzipelo.
"They are evil." I said, fingering the medallion around my neck. My father had sent it to me, and I was off to the Caribbean to find him. The ship I was on, The Sea Mist had stopped in Spain before we set out, and that's when I met Lorilie. She boarded, looking for adventure. She didn't seem to want to talk of her past. Neither did I.
She looked out at the vast ocean. I heard her start to sing, but it was in Spanish, so I couldn't under stand it. "Cuando hay un abismo desnudo Que se opone entre los dos Yo me valgo del recuerdo Taciturno de tu voz Y de nuevo siento enfermo este corazón Que no le queda remedio más que amarte"
"You have a beautiful singing voice." I said, causing her to blush.
"Gracias." She said, pushing her dark hair out of her unusual violet eyes. "But I am nowhere near as good as my mother was. She used to teach me old Spanish songs. But the one I just sang I made up."
"You sound beautiful." I said. She was pulling on her beaded necklace that she wore tight around her throat. The dark and light blue and sea foam green beads stood out against her dark skin. The copper charm wasn't a specific shape. It looked sort of tear drop-ish, twisted wire forming flowers and other unknown designs. It made the other two necklaces seem small and useless.
"Where did you get that?" I asked.
"Mi abuela gave it to me as a parting gift." She said in her heavy accent. "Siempre siga el corazón, para lo nunca mentirá." She whispered, not to anyone in particular. She gazed out over the ocean, in a daze. She turned back to me. "It translates into 'Always follow your heart, for it will never lie.' She always told me that. That's why she let me leave. She knew that I didn't want to become a lady, like I was expected to. She understood me better than anyone. She told me to look for adventure, not wait for it. So I left." She finished. "Then she looked out towards the water. "What's that?" She asked.
I turned and looked. There was a vague outline of a ship through the strange fog. I looked at the flag. I saw the Jolly Rodger. "It's a pirate ship." I said.
Lorilie's eyes were wide. "It's the Black Pearl."
Then came the thud of cannon fire.
"Duck!" I yelled, pulling her close to me, and to the ground.
I heard orders being yelled, but paid no attention. The ship was coming closer. I still had Lorilie's hand in mine. "Come on." I said, and we crept towards the large barrels. "Hide behind these." I said, pushing her behind one. "I'm going to se what I can do to help."
"No." She said, her eyes filled with terror. "They will kill you!"
"I still have to help." I said, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" She said, and pulled me back. She unlached the silver cross from around her neck, and latched it around mine. "Never lose this." She said. "It'll protect you." She smiled. "God and mi mama will forgive me when they meet you, Will Turner. Buena suerte, good luck." She said.
I smiled, and turned to help. That was the last I saw of Lorilie Marzipelo.