"WELCOME TO THE CARIBBEAN, LUV!"
A Pirates of the Caribbean story by, Shannah Helman (Squijim)
CHAPTER ONE : "Bloody Mornings!"
The cool morning air blew through the dulled blue curtains, sending waves of sea air cascading into the room. The light fixture hanging from the ceiling jingled ever so softly, a quiet serenade to the tiered ears that awoke to them.
A pale, thin hand moved the covers of her bed away from her face, to reveal a woman of 20, with long flowing auburn hair that fell around her face as she sat up. Her green eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the new morning light. She sighed and stood up swiftly, knowing that if she was not down in the stables with the horses prepared to go for the lady's of the house in a little over an hour, it would be her ass.
Not that she didn't like her job, just the people she worked for, snobs, all of them.
There came a soft knock at her door, and a muffled voice from outside.
'Kilie, Miss Kilie, are you up yet?" came a woman's voice.
Kilie yawned and stretched, walked briskly to the door, opening it as quietly as possible, so as not to wake the rest of the house. She smiled at the short, pudgy, older woman infront of her, holding a tray with some food that had been made for her.
" Morning, Anne." She gazed down at the food, shaking her head in dissaprovment. "You did not have to make me breakfast, I'm not one of the household you know, just a person like the rest of you."
Anne brushed past Kilie's tall frame, going to a small table and setting the food down. "I know I didn't have to, but you hardly eat anything at all! What with the Walter's daughter's keeping you on your toes all day. Honestly, the way they treat you, as if you were the hired help!"
Kilie sat down in a chair, placing a simple robe over her nightgown. "Well, in a way I am. They pay me good money for training and taking care of their horses, and the extra money I get for the horses I take in every two months to train for others is nothing to complain about." She picked up a piece of toast and bit into it.
Anne sat down in a chair next to her, brushing a few loose strands of her grey hair away from her wrinkled face. "Yes, but that's your job. It's all this extra stuff that they have you do! Picking up their newly bought items, driving them around Port Royal at every hour of the day. And insulting you the whole time to boot. It makes me want to- to-"
"Haul off and knock them on their snobby asses?" Kilie said, smiling at the thought.
"Now, Miss Kilie, I don't take to kindly to listening to a young lady talk like that." Anne said, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head.
"Sorry." Kilie said with a giggle. Although she wasn't a lady, a lady wouldn't be caught dead at the pub on Friday nights, but then, she had to have some way to get out of that God forsaken house.
Anne sighed, standing up. "The only one who treats you with any kindness here is Mr. Walter's old mother, Marie. And who knows how long she's going to be with us, she's begun to go down hill health wise in the last few weeks. Doctor doesn't expect her to live much longer. Can't say I wont be sad to see that sweet old woman go."
Kilie's expression faded to a frown. She loved Marie, after all, she was the one who took Kilie in when she was wandering the streets of Port Royal as a child. She was like a grandmother to her. Mr Walter's two daughters, Sophia and Rachel were always jealous of how close Marie was to Kilie.
She hated to think about it, but what would she do once Marie had passed away? She would not stay here, that was for damn sure. With Marie gone, Sophia and Rachel would raise holy hell with her. She was not about to be their servant girl. But where would she go? She had no family, her mother had died long ago when she was only a baby of a lung illness, and her father, well, she had never met him. He was a pirate, or at least, he was a crewmate for a Pirate ship, he too had died, though it was long before she was born. That was another thing that gave Sophia and Rachel great pleasure in teasing her about.
"The child of a pirate deserves to wander the back streets!" Rachel had once yelled to her when she first came to live at the manor.
Thank God for her gift with horses, they seemed the only friends and comfort she had in this world, but even they were not enough to satisfy her yearning for something more. She never truly felt that she belonged in Port Royal, and she spent many nights, down at the docks, watching the sea shimmer in the moonlight. She had an urge to see what was beyond it, for something exciting, adventure.. and maybe even... someone to be with.
"Miss Kilie?" Anne's voice jolted Kilie out of her thoughts.
Kilie smiled and stood up, hugging Anne. "Thank you for breakfast, but I need to get ready."
Anne looked up at Kilie, oddly. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Kilie nodded her head and half pushed Anne to the door. "I'm fine, just started to daydream a little, that's all."
Anne cast a worried look at Kilie and shook her head, muttering to herself as she walked away down the hall.
Kilie closed the door behind her, rushing to the closet to get dressed and ready for the long days work ahead of her. * * *
The morning sun came all to soon for Captain Jack Sparrow, he lay, sprawled out on the docks, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in his hand.
'Bloody 'ell." He groaned, sitting up slowly. He gazed around at his surroundings.
"Wha' am I doin' 'ere? And where the bloody 'ell is me damned ship?" he took off his hat, scratching the back of his neck.
His hands went to his head, which pounded fiercely with every breath he took.
"That's the last time I ever 'ave a drinkin' contest with a 300 pound butcher." He said to himself, getting to his feet. He smiled as his frame swayed back and forth. "Awe, who am I kidding? I'd do it all again. The more rum the better."
He glanced at his empty bottle, turning it upside down and shaking it. "Whoa, time for a refill, mate." He slurred to the rum bottle.
He swayed a bit as he walked up the dock, and a scruffy voice called out to him from one of the ships.
"Jack! Where are you goin' The Pearl is this way!" Gibbs was waving at Jack to come back.
Jack turned around, squinting his eyes and concentrating harder than he really had to on the figure standing on the ship. "Aye?" he called out, making his way over to him.
He walked up the platform and almost tripped over his own drunken feet as he stepped onto the ship, gazing around. "When did you get 'ere?" he gazed at Gibbs.
Gibbs cast an odd look at Jack and shook his head. "We've been here all along Cap'n, you're just too drunk to notice."
Jack nodded his head. "I see, point well taken.... and where is the rest of the crew?"
"Below decks, still asleep I suppose."
Jack smiled, pointing a finger at Gibbs. "As well it should be..now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the pub to get me some rum."
"But Cap'n, you just came from there only four hours ago, before you collapsed halfway to the Pearl." Gibbs pointed out.
Jack hiccuped and gazed hazily at Gibbs. "Right, but...we need more rum, for the crew."
"Cap'n, there be plenty of rum for the crew."
Jack rolled his eyes and threw his hands about. "Fine, well then, I need some more rum! Ye can never have too much rum when yer a bloody pirate! Now... off to the RUM!" he turned and made his way in zigzags up the docks and into town. "Bloody Mornings." He murmured.
Gibbs stared at Jack as he left; counting on his fingers how many times the Captain had said the word "Rum."
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A Pirates of the Caribbean story by, Shannah Helman (Squijim)
CHAPTER ONE : "Bloody Mornings!"
The cool morning air blew through the dulled blue curtains, sending waves of sea air cascading into the room. The light fixture hanging from the ceiling jingled ever so softly, a quiet serenade to the tiered ears that awoke to them.
A pale, thin hand moved the covers of her bed away from her face, to reveal a woman of 20, with long flowing auburn hair that fell around her face as she sat up. Her green eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the new morning light. She sighed and stood up swiftly, knowing that if she was not down in the stables with the horses prepared to go for the lady's of the house in a little over an hour, it would be her ass.
Not that she didn't like her job, just the people she worked for, snobs, all of them.
There came a soft knock at her door, and a muffled voice from outside.
'Kilie, Miss Kilie, are you up yet?" came a woman's voice.
Kilie yawned and stretched, walked briskly to the door, opening it as quietly as possible, so as not to wake the rest of the house. She smiled at the short, pudgy, older woman infront of her, holding a tray with some food that had been made for her.
" Morning, Anne." She gazed down at the food, shaking her head in dissaprovment. "You did not have to make me breakfast, I'm not one of the household you know, just a person like the rest of you."
Anne brushed past Kilie's tall frame, going to a small table and setting the food down. "I know I didn't have to, but you hardly eat anything at all! What with the Walter's daughter's keeping you on your toes all day. Honestly, the way they treat you, as if you were the hired help!"
Kilie sat down in a chair, placing a simple robe over her nightgown. "Well, in a way I am. They pay me good money for training and taking care of their horses, and the extra money I get for the horses I take in every two months to train for others is nothing to complain about." She picked up a piece of toast and bit into it.
Anne sat down in a chair next to her, brushing a few loose strands of her grey hair away from her wrinkled face. "Yes, but that's your job. It's all this extra stuff that they have you do! Picking up their newly bought items, driving them around Port Royal at every hour of the day. And insulting you the whole time to boot. It makes me want to- to-"
"Haul off and knock them on their snobby asses?" Kilie said, smiling at the thought.
"Now, Miss Kilie, I don't take to kindly to listening to a young lady talk like that." Anne said, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head.
"Sorry." Kilie said with a giggle. Although she wasn't a lady, a lady wouldn't be caught dead at the pub on Friday nights, but then, she had to have some way to get out of that God forsaken house.
Anne sighed, standing up. "The only one who treats you with any kindness here is Mr. Walter's old mother, Marie. And who knows how long she's going to be with us, she's begun to go down hill health wise in the last few weeks. Doctor doesn't expect her to live much longer. Can't say I wont be sad to see that sweet old woman go."
Kilie's expression faded to a frown. She loved Marie, after all, she was the one who took Kilie in when she was wandering the streets of Port Royal as a child. She was like a grandmother to her. Mr Walter's two daughters, Sophia and Rachel were always jealous of how close Marie was to Kilie.
She hated to think about it, but what would she do once Marie had passed away? She would not stay here, that was for damn sure. With Marie gone, Sophia and Rachel would raise holy hell with her. She was not about to be their servant girl. But where would she go? She had no family, her mother had died long ago when she was only a baby of a lung illness, and her father, well, she had never met him. He was a pirate, or at least, he was a crewmate for a Pirate ship, he too had died, though it was long before she was born. That was another thing that gave Sophia and Rachel great pleasure in teasing her about.
"The child of a pirate deserves to wander the back streets!" Rachel had once yelled to her when she first came to live at the manor.
Thank God for her gift with horses, they seemed the only friends and comfort she had in this world, but even they were not enough to satisfy her yearning for something more. She never truly felt that she belonged in Port Royal, and she spent many nights, down at the docks, watching the sea shimmer in the moonlight. She had an urge to see what was beyond it, for something exciting, adventure.. and maybe even... someone to be with.
"Miss Kilie?" Anne's voice jolted Kilie out of her thoughts.
Kilie smiled and stood up, hugging Anne. "Thank you for breakfast, but I need to get ready."
Anne looked up at Kilie, oddly. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Kilie nodded her head and half pushed Anne to the door. "I'm fine, just started to daydream a little, that's all."
Anne cast a worried look at Kilie and shook her head, muttering to herself as she walked away down the hall.
Kilie closed the door behind her, rushing to the closet to get dressed and ready for the long days work ahead of her. * * *
The morning sun came all to soon for Captain Jack Sparrow, he lay, sprawled out on the docks, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in his hand.
'Bloody 'ell." He groaned, sitting up slowly. He gazed around at his surroundings.
"Wha' am I doin' 'ere? And where the bloody 'ell is me damned ship?" he took off his hat, scratching the back of his neck.
His hands went to his head, which pounded fiercely with every breath he took.
"That's the last time I ever 'ave a drinkin' contest with a 300 pound butcher." He said to himself, getting to his feet. He smiled as his frame swayed back and forth. "Awe, who am I kidding? I'd do it all again. The more rum the better."
He glanced at his empty bottle, turning it upside down and shaking it. "Whoa, time for a refill, mate." He slurred to the rum bottle.
He swayed a bit as he walked up the dock, and a scruffy voice called out to him from one of the ships.
"Jack! Where are you goin' The Pearl is this way!" Gibbs was waving at Jack to come back.
Jack turned around, squinting his eyes and concentrating harder than he really had to on the figure standing on the ship. "Aye?" he called out, making his way over to him.
He walked up the platform and almost tripped over his own drunken feet as he stepped onto the ship, gazing around. "When did you get 'ere?" he gazed at Gibbs.
Gibbs cast an odd look at Jack and shook his head. "We've been here all along Cap'n, you're just too drunk to notice."
Jack nodded his head. "I see, point well taken.... and where is the rest of the crew?"
"Below decks, still asleep I suppose."
Jack smiled, pointing a finger at Gibbs. "As well it should be..now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the pub to get me some rum."
"But Cap'n, you just came from there only four hours ago, before you collapsed halfway to the Pearl." Gibbs pointed out.
Jack hiccuped and gazed hazily at Gibbs. "Right, but...we need more rum, for the crew."
"Cap'n, there be plenty of rum for the crew."
Jack rolled his eyes and threw his hands about. "Fine, well then, I need some more rum! Ye can never have too much rum when yer a bloody pirate! Now... off to the RUM!" he turned and made his way in zigzags up the docks and into town. "Bloody Mornings." He murmured.
Gibbs stared at Jack as he left; counting on his fingers how many times the Captain had said the word "Rum."
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