~ Okay, I had to brainstorm a little bit, but then this popped into my
head, and I had to write this. So if you don't like it, just think of it as
a feeble attempt from a feeble mind ~
~ Chapter One ~
I walked down the street, passing the drunks and the whores. I was used to them. I'd lived in Port Royal for almost my whole life. My parents were pirates, and they figured they didn't need a little sprat running around on their ship. Especially a girl. So they dumped me off here when I was a wee little thing, probably thinkin' that I'd become a whore or of the likes. I smiled as I thought this. Who'd of thought that I'd be the most decent girl on this Lord forsaken island?
I headed down to the blacksmiths. When I arrived, I knocked on the door, and Will answered.
"Good morning', Ms. Weston," he said, letting me in.
"Good day, Mr. Turner," I replied, looking around, "I've come to pick up Mr. Stetsons sword. He sent me with the money, o' course."
I put the bag of money in Will's hand, and he went off to get the afore mentioned sword. I noticed that Will's boss was sitting in the corner, drunk as usual. I petted the donkey, and then Will came back with the sword. It was beautiful. The handle was pure gold. It was a double- edged blade, about twenty-four inches long.
"Honestly, Will," I said, taking the sword, and wrapping the blade, as not to cut myself, "how can anyone in their right mind think that your boss did this?"
Will smiled at the compliment. Suddenly, a man burst in. I gave a little yelp, and nearly dropped the sword. The man I worked for would not take kindly to a scratched sword. The man swiveled around; apparently looking for a way out, other than the door he came through already. Will drew his sword, and motioned for me to hide.
I watched Will walk up to the man. This stranger was dirty, yet dashingly handsome. Suddenly, Will said something about a pirate. My heart jumped in my throught. A pirate? I mean, I've seen some pirates before, but this one seemed different. He was tall, but only a few inches taller than me. He had black hair. He looked like he couldn't make up his mind between dreadlocks or regular hair. He had high cheekbones, and he was darkly tanned. I saw him smile. He had gold and silver teeth caps. But what surprised me most about him were his eyes. They were beautiful. They were almost black. And the lines he added with a charcoal pencil made them seem darker.
When the pirate had pulled a gun on Will, I jumped out between them.
"Don't you dare hurt him, or I'll kill you." I said. This man couldn't possibly hurt Will. Will was the one decent man in this place, and if he were killed, poor Elizabeth would have to marry Norrington. I couldn't take that thought.
"Little missy," he said, with a wave of his hand, "this bullet's not meant for you, or for him."
Suddenly, he fell to the floor. Will's boss had broken his wine bottle over this man's head. I turned to Will.
"Who was that man?" I asked.
"It was a scumbag about to get his due."
I turned around to see Norrington and his men enter the shop. As his men dragged the man out, Norrington thanked Will's boss.
"But Will-" I started, but I felt Will's hand on my arm. I looked at him, and he shook his head, meaning they wouldn't care. I nodded, said goodbye, and left the shop. On my way out, Norrington stopped me.
"Ms. Weston," he said, looking me over, "why would you put yourself between that scum, and Mr. Turner. That wasn't your place."
I scoffed. "Then whose place was it, Mr. Norrington? I should have let that scum kill the only decent man here?"
I left him with a look of shock on his face. I wasn't supposed to talk to a man like that. But I didn't care. I had an idea on how to get out of here.
~**~**~
Later that night, I went up to the jail cells. I had a jug of rum with me from the pub. I walked up to the guards on duty. They looked me up and down, with smiles on their faces. They disgusted me, but I put on the most seductive smile I could.
I sat with them, and they drank the rum I had brought. I pretended to drink some, but my little extra spice would then take effect on me. Soon they were completely knocked out. I reached over and grabbed the keys. I then went downstairs to the cells. Men were in the cells, catcalling, but then they shut up when they saw I had the keys. I looked around, and then spotted him.
"Sir," I said, "I've come to get you out."
He looked up at me, and smiled. Then he stood up and walked over to the door.
"And why would you want to do that, love?"
"Because you're going to take me with you when you leave."
The man laughed. It infuriated me. So I reached through the bars, grabbed him by the shirt collar, and pulled him so hard into the bars that it nearly broke his nose.
"Don't you laugh, kind sir," I said, shaking him, "because I have lived here far too long to bear it any longer. So, either you take me with you, or I can let you hang at the gallows. How would you like a short drop and a sudden stop?"
That got his attention. "Alright, alright, love, no need to use such terms. What's yer name?"
"Melissa Weston," I said, finally letting go, "and what's yours?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Alrighty, then, Mr. Sparrow," I said, unlocking the door, "let's go."
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, stepping out of the cell, "savvy?"
"Whatever," I said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the stairs. I figured these other men would tell Norrington who had let Jack out, so I stopped and looked at them.
"If I give you a way out, will you not tell who freed this man?"
"Yes, yes," came the replies.
"Okay," I said, smiling. I bent over and put the key ring in the guard's dog's mouth. "There, if you can get the dog to give it to you, you have your way out."
As I dragged Sparrow up the stairs, he smiled.
"That was might clever of you, love."
"I know."
We headed up to his ship. When we got aboard, his crew welcomed him.
"We were just about to go get you out sir." Said a chubby man, with gray white mutton chops, "we heard they was gonna make you swing for taken the gov'ners daughter hostage."
"What?" I said. Elizabeth was the governor's daughter. She was my best friend. So I walked over and slapped Jack in the face, "She's my best friend you scoundrel, what did you do to her, I'll kill you if you hurt her."
Jack grabbed my hand. I winced a little when he held on tighter to make sure I wouldn't slap him with that hand again.
"I didn't hurt her, love," he said, with a look of sincerity on his face, "I wouldn't harm a woman like that."
I slapped him again with my free hand.
"Why do the women always do that to me?" He half screamed. That frightened me a little, because he looked crazy at the moment. He saw me frightened, and calmed down a little.
"I'm sorry, love, but I hate that."
"I couldn't help it," I said, trying to put an angelic look on my face, "You're just a slappable kind of man."
~ Chapter One ~
I walked down the street, passing the drunks and the whores. I was used to them. I'd lived in Port Royal for almost my whole life. My parents were pirates, and they figured they didn't need a little sprat running around on their ship. Especially a girl. So they dumped me off here when I was a wee little thing, probably thinkin' that I'd become a whore or of the likes. I smiled as I thought this. Who'd of thought that I'd be the most decent girl on this Lord forsaken island?
I headed down to the blacksmiths. When I arrived, I knocked on the door, and Will answered.
"Good morning', Ms. Weston," he said, letting me in.
"Good day, Mr. Turner," I replied, looking around, "I've come to pick up Mr. Stetsons sword. He sent me with the money, o' course."
I put the bag of money in Will's hand, and he went off to get the afore mentioned sword. I noticed that Will's boss was sitting in the corner, drunk as usual. I petted the donkey, and then Will came back with the sword. It was beautiful. The handle was pure gold. It was a double- edged blade, about twenty-four inches long.
"Honestly, Will," I said, taking the sword, and wrapping the blade, as not to cut myself, "how can anyone in their right mind think that your boss did this?"
Will smiled at the compliment. Suddenly, a man burst in. I gave a little yelp, and nearly dropped the sword. The man I worked for would not take kindly to a scratched sword. The man swiveled around; apparently looking for a way out, other than the door he came through already. Will drew his sword, and motioned for me to hide.
I watched Will walk up to the man. This stranger was dirty, yet dashingly handsome. Suddenly, Will said something about a pirate. My heart jumped in my throught. A pirate? I mean, I've seen some pirates before, but this one seemed different. He was tall, but only a few inches taller than me. He had black hair. He looked like he couldn't make up his mind between dreadlocks or regular hair. He had high cheekbones, and he was darkly tanned. I saw him smile. He had gold and silver teeth caps. But what surprised me most about him were his eyes. They were beautiful. They were almost black. And the lines he added with a charcoal pencil made them seem darker.
When the pirate had pulled a gun on Will, I jumped out between them.
"Don't you dare hurt him, or I'll kill you." I said. This man couldn't possibly hurt Will. Will was the one decent man in this place, and if he were killed, poor Elizabeth would have to marry Norrington. I couldn't take that thought.
"Little missy," he said, with a wave of his hand, "this bullet's not meant for you, or for him."
Suddenly, he fell to the floor. Will's boss had broken his wine bottle over this man's head. I turned to Will.
"Who was that man?" I asked.
"It was a scumbag about to get his due."
I turned around to see Norrington and his men enter the shop. As his men dragged the man out, Norrington thanked Will's boss.
"But Will-" I started, but I felt Will's hand on my arm. I looked at him, and he shook his head, meaning they wouldn't care. I nodded, said goodbye, and left the shop. On my way out, Norrington stopped me.
"Ms. Weston," he said, looking me over, "why would you put yourself between that scum, and Mr. Turner. That wasn't your place."
I scoffed. "Then whose place was it, Mr. Norrington? I should have let that scum kill the only decent man here?"
I left him with a look of shock on his face. I wasn't supposed to talk to a man like that. But I didn't care. I had an idea on how to get out of here.
~**~**~
Later that night, I went up to the jail cells. I had a jug of rum with me from the pub. I walked up to the guards on duty. They looked me up and down, with smiles on their faces. They disgusted me, but I put on the most seductive smile I could.
I sat with them, and they drank the rum I had brought. I pretended to drink some, but my little extra spice would then take effect on me. Soon they were completely knocked out. I reached over and grabbed the keys. I then went downstairs to the cells. Men were in the cells, catcalling, but then they shut up when they saw I had the keys. I looked around, and then spotted him.
"Sir," I said, "I've come to get you out."
He looked up at me, and smiled. Then he stood up and walked over to the door.
"And why would you want to do that, love?"
"Because you're going to take me with you when you leave."
The man laughed. It infuriated me. So I reached through the bars, grabbed him by the shirt collar, and pulled him so hard into the bars that it nearly broke his nose.
"Don't you laugh, kind sir," I said, shaking him, "because I have lived here far too long to bear it any longer. So, either you take me with you, or I can let you hang at the gallows. How would you like a short drop and a sudden stop?"
That got his attention. "Alright, alright, love, no need to use such terms. What's yer name?"
"Melissa Weston," I said, finally letting go, "and what's yours?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Alrighty, then, Mr. Sparrow," I said, unlocking the door, "let's go."
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, stepping out of the cell, "savvy?"
"Whatever," I said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the stairs. I figured these other men would tell Norrington who had let Jack out, so I stopped and looked at them.
"If I give you a way out, will you not tell who freed this man?"
"Yes, yes," came the replies.
"Okay," I said, smiling. I bent over and put the key ring in the guard's dog's mouth. "There, if you can get the dog to give it to you, you have your way out."
As I dragged Sparrow up the stairs, he smiled.
"That was might clever of you, love."
"I know."
We headed up to his ship. When we got aboard, his crew welcomed him.
"We were just about to go get you out sir." Said a chubby man, with gray white mutton chops, "we heard they was gonna make you swing for taken the gov'ners daughter hostage."
"What?" I said. Elizabeth was the governor's daughter. She was my best friend. So I walked over and slapped Jack in the face, "She's my best friend you scoundrel, what did you do to her, I'll kill you if you hurt her."
Jack grabbed my hand. I winced a little when he held on tighter to make sure I wouldn't slap him with that hand again.
"I didn't hurt her, love," he said, with a look of sincerity on his face, "I wouldn't harm a woman like that."
I slapped him again with my free hand.
"Why do the women always do that to me?" He half screamed. That frightened me a little, because he looked crazy at the moment. He saw me frightened, and calmed down a little.
"I'm sorry, love, but I hate that."
"I couldn't help it," I said, trying to put an angelic look on my face, "You're just a slappable kind of man."