Hello people! This is the first fanfic I have ever posted on so bear with me if there's a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes that I haven't noticed, I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean however I do own Celeste and Atlas and any other OC you don't see from the movies. Leave a comment! See you next time! :)
"Is that all you've got?" I spat out the blood that that gathered up in my mouth. Bullseye! Right in the face! My lips stretched into a grin.
"Incompetent girl!" The git in front of me lifted a clenched fist slamming it into my jaw again. The crowd crowding us cheered. Of course they would. These idiots would love to see a show such as this. I mean it's not everyday they get to witness a public beating like this.
Oh wait.
They do. So why is it so entertaining to them then? Is the idea of a big burly guy like him beating up a simple, weak, 10 year old girl (such as myself) the idea of entertainment that these people have lowered themselves to?
"This'll teach you to outsmart me again you little brat!" Outsmart?
"Dear sir, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing." I held up a hand silencing him for a while, seeing confusion flash across this eyes as if he was wondering what made me say such a thing. The same look passed around the crowd. "But… let me ask this question to a fine gentleman such as yourself…. If I am being punished for outsmarting you…. Then by you beating me up…. Doesn't that just prove that I am the smarter one out of us two? Or am I just- Okay." My face hit the floor my hands failing to support my fall. Stupid gravity.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut now could you?" The big, burly man retorted. I was still grinning. By this point you must be wondering where the hell did a small, weak 10 year old kid like me learn how to be such a big mouthed, sarcastic idiot like the person I am. I felt his hand grab a handful of my obsidian coloured hair pulling me to my feet. My teeth gritted at the harsh pain at my scalp.
"I have a mouth for a reason you twit." I spat through gritted teeth.
"You need to start learning how to keep that mouth of yours shut. One of these days you won't be able to come crawling back here you idiot." I winced at the feel of the needle making contact with my cheek. The old man in front of me swore under his breath -to try and stop me from learning how to swear probably, but it won't help that I live in this godforsaken town- as he finished stitching up the cut on my eyebrow and inspect the cut that sprawled across my cheekbone to my jaw.
"This one will need at least three or four stitches. You are a fool for thinking you can stick up to that insufferable man." Old man Gray scolded for the fifty-millionth time. "And your hair. It's all gone." I rolled my eyes.
"If you can't stitch it then I can find someone else-"
"Shut up you twit or I won't." I smirked up at the old man to grasped my chin tight in order to keep my head still. I felt him starting on the cut on my cheekbone making me groan in pain.
Let's take a toll shall we? Today, I have one black eye, one cut across my eyebrow, another on my cheek, a busted lip, bruises on my arms, probably a few cuts and grazes on my legs and hands, and possibly a bump on my head. Oh and I got my hair cut off. Again.
"That idiot is running out of punishments, soon enough I'll be the one to beat him up." I say as Old man Gray finishes fixing me up. He sighs running a hand down his face as he leans back on the crate he was sitting on. We were sat in a dirty alleyway behind the town library that he worked and lived in.
I couldn't bear walking in and getting blood all over the books so I always wait for Old man Gray to find me out here when he finishes his work in the library. It's not fair on him to take time out of work to stitch me up, neither is it fair for the books to get blood over their pure, pristine pages. I had maybe been waiting out here in the wet for a few hours ignoring the looks given to me by passers by who watched my earlier defeat.
"You should stop trying to get yourself killed. Whatever will your parents think?" He crosses his fragile looking arms giving me that pitying look again.
"I don't know. I'll send them a letter and let you know." I muttered casting my eyes to the floor. I couldn't meet those eyes of his whenever he scolds me like this. It's not like I asked to be abandoned. Neither did I ask to have such a temper.
I don't know what happened to them. All I know is that I was born, someone decided to get kinky one night and had me. Then dropped me at an orphanage and that was it. That's all I know and I thank whoever is casting this luck over me. I couldn't give a rat's arse about those people. They didn't even have the time to give me a name. What kind of person has the time to conceive a child, Have the child for nine months, Has the time to find such a fine establishment such as an orphanage in a little run down town like this but doesn't have time to think
maybe the kid would like a name in which they should call themselves.
I mean I'm lucky enough I know my gender for fuck's sake what if the nuns didn't know oh the horror.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" I looked up to find him moving to stand. I quickly get up from my crate and pack away his medical tools for him in his small toolbox before offering my shoulder for him to lean on handing him his walking stick. The old man towered above me by probably five or so feet but he was so fragile I worried he would fall over at any point.
"Apart from the ones you so kindly call me? What was it this morning? Miserable git?" I looked up to find him rolling his eyes. "I don't know old man, it doesn't really ring with me ya know?"
"I'm being serious kid, if you want to rule them seas one day you have to have a terrifying name." He opens the door to his worn down library as a few "honourable" ladies walk past giving me a few looks.
"That poor boy doesn't even know he's wearing a dress." They tutted walking away. I let out a laugh following after the old man.
"Did you hear that? I was a girl this morning." I take my cardigan off throwing it on a nearby chair as I enter the library. You wouldn't think that when you pass the place that the inside would be as clean and polished as it was. The outside of the library had broken bricks and grime layering the walls and overgrown vines surrounding the windows.
But then you walk inside and it's like you're being greeted by the books. Velvet red carpets draped to the floor in bunches, candelabras lighting up the room despite the unavoidable fire hazard it had, books on every surfaces possible and a stairway leading up to the small house that Old man Gray and I lived in.
"You don't say?" I hear the old man mutter, shooting me a sideways smirk. Old fart.
"I have a few suggestions as to your name problem by the way." He gestures for me to sit down in the seat in front of the fire place. Walking forward I take the bellow from him as proceed to use the tool on the dying fire hoping to make it live a bit more. Without luck I reach into the coal bag beside the fire place throwing a few rocks into the fire using the poker to help them light up. The room slowly becomes more and more warmer as Old Gray sits in the red arm chair in front of me.
"Keep in mind that today these are a few names that I had managed to come up with in a short space of time. So bare with me." I nod getting comfortable on my small wooden stool, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders to try and warm my drenched shoulders. "What's our gender preferability today? Gender neutral?"
"Preferably." I grin watching him tilt his glasses up his crooked nose peering down on the paper he had on his lap, quill in his other hand. He nods understanding.
"Andy Adley." I shake my head. "Jean Aglo?"
"I'm pretty sure she was a merchant down the road Old Gray." I remark. Old Gray smirks at me.
"Someone's been reading up on their history."
"I'm simply doing the thing I'm best at. Outsmarting people." I smile genuinely setting my chin on the palm of my hand.
"Charlie Sparrow." His eyes setting on my face. Charlie Sparrow?
"What kind of a name is Sparrow for a surname? I've never heard of a pirate by the name of Sparrow." I scanned my memories trying to think of a pirate by the name of Sparrow. But no recognition.
"Just a suggestion." My piercing silver eyes looked into his trying to figure out what he was playing at. Charlie Sparrow?
I would be ridiculed.
"Next one." He let out a sigh.
"Rylan Eustace?" We went on for what seemed like hours. I didn't understand what was the importance in having a name. Normally on most nights Old Gray would tell me a few names and we would go onto the bedtime story. Standing up from my stool, still listening to the names he was offering I walked over to the door turning the sign from "Open" to "Closed", my blanket still wrapped around my shoulders-
"Avery Drake?" I froze. Interesting name. Drake being an abbreviation for Dragon or obviously being from the word, Draco in Latin.
"Can we go onto the story?" I turn to find Old Gray sighing and scratching that name out as well on the piece of paper. He nods, smiling gently gesturing for me to return to my seat.
"We'll see tomorrow if you find a name to your liking. It's important for you to find a name, I cannot keep calling you a miserable brat for the rest of your life." I let out a laugh.
"I was just getting used to it as well. What's our story for today?"
Old Gray smiled, giving me a look over his spectacles.
"This is the story, of an infamous pirate… Captain Jack Sparrow."
