I do not own anything but the plot, Rose, and John everything else
is...erm....Disney's or w/e
Rose's POV
"Da, where are we heading?" I asked as I sat on the bow of the Black Pearl. The waves quietly lapped against the sides of the ship as we sailed under the yellow full moon. It cast a little bit of light all over the ship.
"Going to Port Royal, to visit the Turners," he said turning the helm north.
"Now get inside luv, before your mother hangs me for keepin' ye out here on deck so long," he said with a smile.
"Alright," I said with a sigh as I walked down the stairs.
My father and mother are total opposite. My father is the Captain of the Black Pearl and my mother is the perfect example of a well-brought up woman. Proper and drunk, not a good match, but they love each other. I turned out to love the sea just like my father. I had his brown hair but with my mother's curls and her light blue eyes.
"Rose Sparrow! What were you doing out side at this hour?! 'Tis midnight! You could have caught a cold. Here put this blanket on so you can warm up," she said handing me a blanket.
"Mother...I'm fine. I'm not cold," I said siting down with a sigh. She ignored my words and went on about how a ship is not a good environment to bring up a young lady. I learned a while ago to just zone out when she does this because in the end my father and me always win. I'm now 19 and she's tried ever since I was 7.
"That's why we're going to Port Royal. They have the best finishing school in the Spanish Maine and you're going! Aren't you excited? This is the best opportunity!" She said squealing with excitement. I froze in shock.
"Has father agreed?" I asked in fear.
"Why yes, he agreed last night," she said standing up and covering me with a blanket. I quickly threw it off and ran out on deck. The only thing that scared my father was my mother's temper, but there was one thing that got him more and that was my temper.
"JACK SPARROW!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs to the steering wheel. He was sitting there leaning over the railing gazing at the sea. At my words he quickly turned around in shock.
"How could you?! I'm. not. going." I said in rage. He took a deep breath as if he was expecting this all night. Which he probably was.
"I'm sorry luv, I-" but I didn't let him finish. I ran to my favorite spot on the ship; the crow's nest.
"Luv, don't do this. I couldn't stop her, not this time." He said with a pleading look as I climbed up the ladder. I ignored him and climbed over the railing.
My own FATHER had betrayed me--and was sending me to the worst place IMAGINABLE! Finishing school. The mere words haunt me. I've had nightmares just from the few passing thoughts I've had of finishing school! Some large, prissy Headmistress and her little pets, all sitting around with sticks and string--or as they call it, knitting. Or teaching everyone the importance of knowing every damn piece of silverware on the table. And then there's the dancing. I shudder at the thought of girls in big fluffy skirts and corsets spinning and giggling. My mother tired it once, but I lashed out of it and jumped in the ocean ripping the dress and corset in shreds. Ever since she let's me pick out my own clothes. I have to do something...but what? I scanned the ship for anything that would save me until my eyes rested on the lifeboat.
Rose's POV
"Da, where are we heading?" I asked as I sat on the bow of the Black Pearl. The waves quietly lapped against the sides of the ship as we sailed under the yellow full moon. It cast a little bit of light all over the ship.
"Going to Port Royal, to visit the Turners," he said turning the helm north.
"Now get inside luv, before your mother hangs me for keepin' ye out here on deck so long," he said with a smile.
"Alright," I said with a sigh as I walked down the stairs.
My father and mother are total opposite. My father is the Captain of the Black Pearl and my mother is the perfect example of a well-brought up woman. Proper and drunk, not a good match, but they love each other. I turned out to love the sea just like my father. I had his brown hair but with my mother's curls and her light blue eyes.
"Rose Sparrow! What were you doing out side at this hour?! 'Tis midnight! You could have caught a cold. Here put this blanket on so you can warm up," she said handing me a blanket.
"Mother...I'm fine. I'm not cold," I said siting down with a sigh. She ignored my words and went on about how a ship is not a good environment to bring up a young lady. I learned a while ago to just zone out when she does this because in the end my father and me always win. I'm now 19 and she's tried ever since I was 7.
"That's why we're going to Port Royal. They have the best finishing school in the Spanish Maine and you're going! Aren't you excited? This is the best opportunity!" She said squealing with excitement. I froze in shock.
"Has father agreed?" I asked in fear.
"Why yes, he agreed last night," she said standing up and covering me with a blanket. I quickly threw it off and ran out on deck. The only thing that scared my father was my mother's temper, but there was one thing that got him more and that was my temper.
"JACK SPARROW!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs to the steering wheel. He was sitting there leaning over the railing gazing at the sea. At my words he quickly turned around in shock.
"How could you?! I'm. not. going." I said in rage. He took a deep breath as if he was expecting this all night. Which he probably was.
"I'm sorry luv, I-" but I didn't let him finish. I ran to my favorite spot on the ship; the crow's nest.
"Luv, don't do this. I couldn't stop her, not this time." He said with a pleading look as I climbed up the ladder. I ignored him and climbed over the railing.
My own FATHER had betrayed me--and was sending me to the worst place IMAGINABLE! Finishing school. The mere words haunt me. I've had nightmares just from the few passing thoughts I've had of finishing school! Some large, prissy Headmistress and her little pets, all sitting around with sticks and string--or as they call it, knitting. Or teaching everyone the importance of knowing every damn piece of silverware on the table. And then there's the dancing. I shudder at the thought of girls in big fluffy skirts and corsets spinning and giggling. My mother tired it once, but I lashed out of it and jumped in the ocean ripping the dress and corset in shreds. Ever since she let's me pick out my own clothes. I have to do something...but what? I scanned the ship for anything that would save me until my eyes rested on the lifeboat.