Yay! I'm finally over all of my writer's block thanks to my bff Emelie! Thanks, Ems! I don't think I could've done it without you!
So, after hours of being up last night on how to start this story, I finally figured it out and got my mood up to write this story (yay!) And just so you know, this is the last time I'm changing up this first chapter since I like how this turned out a LOT more than previously planned. I might change the POV every now and then, but for now, it's just 1st POV from my main character, which I created myself:D
This chapter is going to be in the present, but my character (Andie) is going to "tell" you guys how she got where she is, so I hope that won't cause any confusion.
Disclaimer: Don't own POTC or anything related to POTC, just Andie and anyone else you don't recognize from the movies.
That said, enjoy the story!
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Man this town is busy! I thought to myself while roaming around the streets of Port Royal. My friends Samantha, who likes to be called Sammie, and Catherine, who likes to be called Cat, and I are all in Port Royal, Jamaica, but only for a little while, perhaps just for the next few days. Our ship from London is taking us, as well as other people, to an island. I forget its name, but all I remember is that it wasn't Port Royal. Port Royal is such a lovely place and all, only there's one thing I don't like: the classes of society. There are those people who are not poor, but aren't really rich, either. I believe you would call those people the "middle-class" citizens of Port Royal. There were those who were so poor, they lived in shacks or out on the filthy dirt roads of this town. And then, this town contains people who are highly respected throughout the whole community, such as the Admiral, Commodore, military men, and the Governor.
It is rumored that the former governor of Port Royal was killed by an evil man, Lord Cutter Bucket, I believe his name was, of the East India Trading Company. Interesting name, if you ask me. But, it might've been different because how in the world should I know his name? I never even paid attention during government class at school in England! I was practically bored to death in that so-called class. I mean, the teacher, Mrs. Warrenbaker, talked and talked about her opinions constantly during class, believing that we were children and teenagers that had no brains and could not think even to save our lives. She would discuss how the East India Trading Company is all good and doing better to the world by ridding pirates and those convicted of piracy in one way or another. However, about 22 years ago, it is said that there was a catastrophic battle in the Caribbean. The worst part is that it took place during a maelstrom! Talk about hell being raised to the earth!
Luckily Mrs. Burke wasn't here to hear me think that, or else I would be in serious trouble (as if I'm not already!). I loved how Mrs. Burke would let us express ourselves in our writings and all! But, she wouldn't mind us expressing ourselves and writing our opinions on issues to an extent. If it rebelled against the ideas of the government in any way, or was on a subject of some sort that normal young ladies would not discuss, you could get in trouble since that was not tolerated at Ms. Olivia Jane Pettigrew's Boarding School for the Higher-Status Girls. Talk about a long name for a school overloaded with short-tempered teachers! I remember one time not too long ago we were assigned to write about our views on piracy (don't ask me how we could do that without getting in trouble because I have no idea how). I never really found piracy necessarily a bad thing. Fine, they stole things from other people, but there are a few of our own in London that stole as well! Pirates were known for their "play dates" with the wenches, too. Hell, there are several men in London that dated and had one night stands with women thirty years younger than them! Besides, pirates might do bad things, but that doesn't mean that they're all bad or at least don't have bad hearts. And, you may call me odd if you'd like, but I'd find meeting a pirate rather fascinating instead of frightening.
I mentioned all of this and more in my essay about pirates and their acts of piracy. The next day, though, Mrs. Burke pulled me aside after class and we had a little talk about what I can write and what I can't write. What I wrote fell into the category of "What-I-Can't-Writes".
Later that afternoon, I had no classes, so I decided to go to the school library and read a few books. It was just my luck when I was able to find a few books about piracy. One was called Foxx's Guide to Piracy, another Pirata Codex: The Code of the Pirates by some Johnston guy. But the last one really fascinated me: Famous Pirates and Their Curses. I looked at the table of contents, and I came across The Curse of the Flying Dutchman. I remembered that that ship was mentioned in the lesson about the "Final Battle" (you know, the battle with the maelstrom). Just as I was about to turn to the page about the Dutchman's curse, I heard footsteps approach me. It turned out to be Ms. Inman, the school librarian. She noticed the book in my lap and the two on the stand by my side. Not even a second later, she grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my chair…out of the library. It was clear she wasn't in a good mood, but why would she have books about piracy in her library if she didn't want anyone reading them?
A few minutes later, I was in Mrs. Oxford's office, or in other words, the office belonging to the school's headmistress. Apparently, she had company: Mrs. Burke sitting in a chair by Mrs. Oxford's desk with papers in her hands , Ms. Inman at the entryway with me in hand, and Mrs. Warrenbaker with her bunched-up ,wrinkly face stood by the bookshelves beside Mrs. Oxford's desk. I remember asking them what was going on, and they said nothing in response for what seemed like eternity; I only received cold glares and stares in return.
It turned out that all of my actions at the school lately have been causing a lot of trouble. My actions and beliefs about ceratin subjects, my view on pirates and piracy overall, had gotten to the point that the school could have gotten into a lot of trouble for allowing a teenage girl to write such ideas. The higher officials, from the king to the EITC itself, could've been lead to believe that my teachers and school have been making us learn all these things to to rebel against the government's beliefs and doings, although the truth is is that all of this rebelling and supporting piracy is all my own doing, not Mrs. Burke's or Mrs. Oxford's or Mrs. Warrenbaker's. Mine. and mine alone.
The elder women looked at me and had a huge discusion with me. After much debate and what seemed to be an eternity, they decided not to play any risks any longer. As much as it hurt them to do this, or so they said, I was to be expelled from Ms. Olivia Jane Pettigrew's Boarding School for the Higher-Status Girls. Luckily for me, summer vacation was beginning the next day, so I wouldn't necessarily have to leave alone. I had Sammie and Cat, and it just so happened that they were going to the Caribbean as well, only I had my mother and brother there, Sammie had her aunt, and Cat had her sister and brother-in-law. Not only do we have family in the Caribbean in common, but we all have nicknames. They have Cat and Sammie, I have Andie. My real name is Andrea, but everyone calls me Andie. Not that I like the name Andrea, it's just that….well…it's a little too proper for someone like me. I need something short and quick and easy to say, so when I'm needed for something quick or an emergency, people can just call me Andie. It's just that simple, quick, and easy.
That evening, Sammie, Cat, and I packed our belongings, only to go to the docks early the next morning for our ship to take us to the beautiful, sunny Caribbean.
Just last night, we encountered a ship malfunction. The ship had a small leak that was getting worse by the hour. It wasn't too bad, but we didn't want to play any risks. So, since Port Royal was nearby, the captain decided to stop there and get the ship repaired. Besides, we had to replenish our stocks and necessities anyway.
So here I am, in the busy streets of Port Royal, day two of being stuck in this colony. I have a juicy green apple in hand as I walk around these busy streets alone. Sammie went to look at the dresses, even if she can't afford them at the moment, and Cat decided to join her since the both of them wanted to go look at the guys afterwards. I preferred to just walk around, take in the beautiful scenery and simplicity, or somewhat simplicity, of the town rather than looking at devices created to torture, if not kill, women. Whoever invented the blasted corset is really going to be in pain if they ever cross my sight, even if they're already dead. Actually, I don't know how that would work, but I'd figure out something…
I didn't want to split up from Sammie and Cat, but I wasn't too far away from them, only across the street, really. I now see an empty alleyway, and knowing the curios nature inside of me, I believe I'll take a walk over there and see what happens. It's not like I'm going to get caught and get in trouble…right?
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Yay! Chapter 1 is done! Woot!
That book Andie was reading earlier: I just created that from the top of my head. If there is any book with that name or something similar to it, and/or there's an author of the same name, well…good for them! I'm not referring to any of those books or anything in any way…it's just some crazy, odd coincidence, okay?
I might not update for a while since it is New Year's and all (which, by the way, Happy New Year's!) and I'm working on another story of mine called And Then There Were None. It's the POTC version of the book originally by Agatha Christie. Read it sometime, please, and let me know what you think of it. Thanks:D Now, one more thing to say:
R&R please!