Chapter One-
"Arr! Who Be the next the walk the plank!"
I shouted at my brother, "William Lawrence Turner, I will maroon ye on this Island with not but a pistol. Good luck getting off!" I laughed hard just before mother came in.
"Mother, Molly won't stop acting like a pirate again!" William teased.
My mother sighed, It wasn't like she never had to tell me to stop. She would always say the same thing, "Molly Elizabeth Turner, you are almost 10 years old! You can't act like a pirate anymore! You have to start acting like a young lady." I listened to her each time she opened her large red lips and spoke, but did I ever listen to her? No. Would I ever listen to her? No.
My brother always listened to my mother and my father. William Lawrence is required to as a 14 year old but he would anyway, even if he wasn't required to. My brother never played pirates as a boy and he never would in his life. What my brother loved was swords. He dreamed of having a sword as light as my fathers and as sharp as a sharks tooth. My father used to make swords before we moved into our new house, and from the looks of the few swords he kept, he was the best blacksmith I ever seen. Every week, William goes to practice with his one and only sword, which has a unsharpened blade so no one will get hurt. My father sometimes practices with William Lawrence but he tends to let Samuel, Williams trainer, do his job.
Father is usually stressing over something. I'm not sure what he is stressing over though because he wont tell me , or anyone else of that matter. He tries really hard to get what is best for us, like the house. Our house was a gift to mother and father from my grandfather, the governor of Port Royal. Grandfather gave it to my parents when William was born. I have many memories living in this house. I remember the first time I ever got interested in pirates. I was with my father at the port. It was a sailor who told me while my father was in a conversation with the guards. I was almost six.
"'Ello little girl, what be your name?"
"M-M-Molly sir" "Molly Elizabeth Turner"
"Aye, well look out for pirates on your way home" He joked.
"What is a pirate?" I asked
"You never heard of a pirate? Vicious beings they are! They sail through the seas on ships
filled with cannons in search of the thing they love most. Gold."
"Wow! Have you ever met a pirate sir?"
" Well, I have been in contact with one actually. Aye, just about 15 years ago. He carried a pistol, had tattoos on both arms, long black hair and quite an attitude. Took my coin pouch he did!"
"W-What was his name?"
"Well, he failed to mention his name but I knew, I knew he was Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, he was left on an Island with one single bullet in that pistol of his, escaped alive, truly a legend."
Than I heard another familiar voice, "Molly! Molly what are you doing!" It was my father.
I've been in love with pirates ever since that day. Of course my parents gone crazy the first day they found me jumping on my bed with my teddy bear in one hand, and a pencil in the other playing pirates. "Who do you think you are?" Mum would ask with quite a temper shown on her face. "Jack Sparrow, savvy?" I would respond. I did not care that I was pretending to be a boy, for I never thought of Jack Sparrow as a boy, nor a man. I thought of him as a pirate, a smart fearless pirate. Which he was, indeed.
My mother always wondered where I learned about Jack Sparrow. Yes, I did learn it from the sailor, but that wasn't the only time. Everyday my father went to see the harbormaster, I would sneak out of his view over to the sailor and he would tell me more and more about pirates, and Jack. By my ninth birthday, I knew everything there was to know about pirates, ships and gold. Once he even took me on one of the ships to show me how they crewed them! Yes, the sailor became my best friend. He was someone I could talk to when I felt lonely. My brother and I never had a good relationship, He would never talk about anything with me around, he would just sit and stare. So I kept visiting the sailor until one day when i visited and he was not to be seen. I asked the harbor master if he knew a sailor who loved to tell pirate stories. The Harbor master just looked at me and started to laugh," Young Turner, there are many sailors about the harbor, you expect me to know one who tells pirate stories?" That day, I felt like pushing the tall, dark Harbor master into the water. I would, someday meet the sailor again, I would hear the sailor tell a pirate story again, we would meet again.
"Arr! Who Be the next the walk the plank!"
I shouted at my brother, "William Lawrence Turner, I will maroon ye on this Island with not but a pistol. Good luck getting off!" I laughed hard just before mother came in.
"Mother, Molly won't stop acting like a pirate again!" William teased.
My mother sighed, It wasn't like she never had to tell me to stop. She would always say the same thing, "Molly Elizabeth Turner, you are almost 10 years old! You can't act like a pirate anymore! You have to start acting like a young lady." I listened to her each time she opened her large red lips and spoke, but did I ever listen to her? No. Would I ever listen to her? No.
My brother always listened to my mother and my father. William Lawrence is required to as a 14 year old but he would anyway, even if he wasn't required to. My brother never played pirates as a boy and he never would in his life. What my brother loved was swords. He dreamed of having a sword as light as my fathers and as sharp as a sharks tooth. My father used to make swords before we moved into our new house, and from the looks of the few swords he kept, he was the best blacksmith I ever seen. Every week, William goes to practice with his one and only sword, which has a unsharpened blade so no one will get hurt. My father sometimes practices with William Lawrence but he tends to let Samuel, Williams trainer, do his job.
Father is usually stressing over something. I'm not sure what he is stressing over though because he wont tell me , or anyone else of that matter. He tries really hard to get what is best for us, like the house. Our house was a gift to mother and father from my grandfather, the governor of Port Royal. Grandfather gave it to my parents when William was born. I have many memories living in this house. I remember the first time I ever got interested in pirates. I was with my father at the port. It was a sailor who told me while my father was in a conversation with the guards. I was almost six.
"'Ello little girl, what be your name?"
"M-M-Molly sir" "Molly Elizabeth Turner"
"Aye, well look out for pirates on your way home" He joked.
"What is a pirate?" I asked
"You never heard of a pirate? Vicious beings they are! They sail through the seas on ships
filled with cannons in search of the thing they love most. Gold."
"Wow! Have you ever met a pirate sir?"
" Well, I have been in contact with one actually. Aye, just about 15 years ago. He carried a pistol, had tattoos on both arms, long black hair and quite an attitude. Took my coin pouch he did!"
"W-What was his name?"
"Well, he failed to mention his name but I knew, I knew he was Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, he was left on an Island with one single bullet in that pistol of his, escaped alive, truly a legend."
Than I heard another familiar voice, "Molly! Molly what are you doing!" It was my father.
I've been in love with pirates ever since that day. Of course my parents gone crazy the first day they found me jumping on my bed with my teddy bear in one hand, and a pencil in the other playing pirates. "Who do you think you are?" Mum would ask with quite a temper shown on her face. "Jack Sparrow, savvy?" I would respond. I did not care that I was pretending to be a boy, for I never thought of Jack Sparrow as a boy, nor a man. I thought of him as a pirate, a smart fearless pirate. Which he was, indeed.
My mother always wondered where I learned about Jack Sparrow. Yes, I did learn it from the sailor, but that wasn't the only time. Everyday my father went to see the harbormaster, I would sneak out of his view over to the sailor and he would tell me more and more about pirates, and Jack. By my ninth birthday, I knew everything there was to know about pirates, ships and gold. Once he even took me on one of the ships to show me how they crewed them! Yes, the sailor became my best friend. He was someone I could talk to when I felt lonely. My brother and I never had a good relationship, He would never talk about anything with me around, he would just sit and stare. So I kept visiting the sailor until one day when i visited and he was not to be seen. I asked the harbor master if he knew a sailor who loved to tell pirate stories. The Harbor master just looked at me and started to laugh," Young Turner, there are many sailors about the harbor, you expect me to know one who tells pirate stories?" That day, I felt like pushing the tall, dark Harbor master into the water. I would, someday meet the sailor again, I would hear the sailor tell a pirate story again, we would meet again.
