Hello my lovely readers! My name is M. Gemma, also known as Star Inkyness. If you don't know me, you haven't read the FIRST story. This is a SEQUEL, so you need to read, When the Pirates Got Away With It first! Thank you. To all my other readers who know me, hello! It is nice to see you again.
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Penzance Iris'
POV
"I don't know why you want to cut my hair all of the time, I like it just the way it is," he complained.
"Because I cannot tolerate that long of hair,"
"But father's hair is long," I put the knife down and started to play with his hair, pushing it into place.
"Your father's hair is shoulder length, not down to his back like you like to wear it. Just hold on a minute." I finally put the last hair in place and slapped his shoulders. "You are free, just don't get too dirty for dinner or Ruth will have a fit." He stood up and brushed the hair off of his shirt. Stalking off moodily I couldn't help but giggle.
The ship that we were on was the same as ever. The mast had been replaced a couple times and crew members had come and gone, but the spray of the sea, the mingling smell of salt in the air, rickety boards and swaying deck, nothing had changed in Iris's eyes. Has it really been fifteen years? Fifteen years since my one true love swept me off of the beach. Retelling the tale in my head, I laughed a little more.
"Hello Iris," I turned to see the Pirate King approach me "What's so funny?" I shrugged.
"Just thinking,"
"Hmm," he glanced at me again, curiosity etched into his face. "About what?"
"About how strange they are when they are that age," he smiled and looked at Ladimer, who was trying to engage a conversation with Aloysius, who was trying to hide an exceptionally large piece of chocolate from his wife.
"You were around that age when I first met you," I had forgotten about that. Looking up at him, I could see well define flecks of gray in his beard and in the hair that peeked out around his large hat. Wrinkles lay around his big smile and he looked more tired every day. The smile faded off of my face and we looked away awkwardly.
"I was going to tell the crew later at dinner, but I might tell you now," I looked up. "I have been mapping out our journey, and I have decided that we are going to go to Port Royal," he said with an excited finish. I stared at him.
"We're going to Jamaica?" He stopped for a second.
"That's where that is?" I nodded, trying not to giggle. "Okay, then we are going to Jamaica!" We laughed and I hugged him.
"Sounds like fun, but I have to clean up, just cut Ladimer's hair see and I have to get Rose's by dinner…" he nodded and walked away without another word. I swept up the stray pieces of hair off of the deck and gathered them in the pan, eventually throwing them into the water.
"Rose!" I called down the stairs.
"Coming!" a slim figure appeared on the top of the stairs. I surveyed her appearance. Her hair was much too long, but she had inherited the beautiful golden glow from her father and cheery brown eyes from her mother. I smiled and picked up the knife.
"Sit down please," she plopped herself down quite more willingly than Ladimer and I sprinkled water on her hair to wet it down. She sat still and silent and I sliced off her thick golden locks and they fell in a pile around the chair. When I was done I put it in a nice braid and sent her off again. I swept around the area and threw the pan full of hair over the railing into the ocean.
As I was putting the broom back something grabbed me from behind. Calling out slightly, I spun around waiting to yell at the drunken pirate that decided to invade my personal space. Instead I came up close to my husband, Cecil, a mischievous grin across his face. I stopped mid-yell and smiled. Wound my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
"Hair day?" he asked, touching out foreheads together. I giggled, feeling the bubbles in me that had not gone away in fifteen years.
"Mmm-hmm," I said, and rubbed my nose against his. Together, we were not middle-aged parents who were part time robbers. We were reckless pirates, sixteen and twenty-five, as we had first met. Our lips met in the frenzy of everlasting sparks.
"Hey mom can I go-yuk!" we broke apart and saw Ladimer, a disgusted expression on his face. I held back a laugh.
"Yes Ladimer, what is it?" he backed away slowly.
"Never mind," and ran away, around the corner. I glanced up at Cecil, and he smiled sheepishly.
"It's almost dinnertime, and we have chores to be done," he said
"Always the business man, won't you ever stop thinking of work?"
"When I stop thinking of work you might as well throw me overboard, for I will have no use of this ship anymore." I rolled my eyes but we parted, off to do the never ending list of chores.
Little did we know that trouble was brewing right in the tossing waters under our feet.
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~M. Gemma