Runaway Buccaneer
Chapter 1: The Escape
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. I've simply borrowed the characters, settings, and situations to create my own fantasy story.
Lachlan Nola timidly crawled out of the window. She couldn't stay in this retched place any longer. Her aunt, no her guardian, was too much to bear. All day long it was you aren't proper enough, you don't sit straight enough, and your corset isn't tight enough. Lachlan was never ENOUGH. So, mustering all the courage she possessed she had grabbed a bit of food, packed two dresses and under garments, and was preparing to get away from this torturous place.
Quietly she snuck her way to the docks. Port Royal was always full of ships. No one would notice 'til daybreak that she had gone missing. Her plan was to sneak aboard one England bound ship. Perhaps she'd make it before they caught her. If, indeed she were caught, she prayed the stories of a hand being the fare were false.
Quickly she ducked behind a stack of crates as two drunken men loudly tumbled their way past her. Then, using a child's game of elimination she randomly chose a vessel to board. She snuck aboard and was halfway across the deck when she heard loud raised voices coming from behind a closed door.
"Alright lads! Everyone on board?" a voice rang out. There came a chorus of 'Ayes' and Lachlan ducked behind a stack of something-or-anothers closer to the door. "Let's cast off then." 7 men came out of the room and started about readying the ship to sail. The presumed captain stood talking with another crew member. "Are you sure Anamaria wanted to stay with Elizabeth?" he asked the crewman.
"Quite sure, Jack. Dunno why though. Bloody bunch of stuck-up Brits are all that live there." The man shrugged and walked off to help with whatever needed doing. Captain Jack looked around at his crew, on his ship and felt content. Of course, he had lost one of his crew, but that was okay. He thought he heard a sound to his right and turned quickly to look but upon seeing nothing dismissed it as the inevitable rat.
As the captain turned and looked her way, Lachlan held her breath. As he turned and walked away she slowly let it out the quietly snuck into the room where the meeting had been held. To the right of the large room which was presumably where they ate, stood an ornate door. Lachlan figured it was her best bet of hiding and opened it. It seemed to be an office of some sort. There was a log book on the desk that hardly looked used and a door standing open to the side. It was a large room by ship standards with a large window overlooking the sea and a cot on a wall. She walked over to the window. After awhile of standing there she judged they were far enough offshore that she could at least move around.
She moved back out and began to read the log on the desk. She gasped as she came upon a startling fact. They were pirates! This log was an account of every place, every ship this crew and 'Captain Jack Sparrow' had pillaged. Lachlan, caught up in the tales of cursed pirates, noticed not the hours that passed, until there came footsteps to the door. "G'night, lads! Wake me if there's trouble!" came the voice of the captain outside the door. The captain's quarters! She was in the captain's quarters! Lachlan frantically ducked down behind the desk as the door opened. She tried to crawl under it but could not without moving the chair. Desperately she leant her back against the desk and buried her head in her dress. Perhaps he wouldn't hear her. Perhaps he would walk on past her. She egged him on as he walked through the room and to the door. The door she had closed after walking out of it. The door that had been opened when she had entered. Curse her mother for instilling that habit in her.
Jack Sparrow stood in front of the door listening for the intruder. There must have been one. He always left his door open. And yet there it stood, closed. He heard a shuffling by his desk and slowly inched his hand to his sword. Taking a few steps towards the desk, he slowly unsheathed it. He pulled away the chair and aimed his sword at the intruder crouching head down, back against the desk drawers. The intruder lifted its head and Jack was surprised to find it was a female. She stood up quickly, frightened of the shiny, pointed object pointing at her. Unsure of how to handle the situation he stepped forward. The girl stepped back a look of fear across her features. She was backed against the adjacent wall with a pirate's sword at her neck.
"Are you going to cut off my hand now?" Lachlan stuttered almost inaudibly. Before Jack could so much as utter one word, the lass fainted from the stress.
Author's note: I know nothing of pirates. I accept the fact this could become a Mary-Sue. Oh Well. Life goes on. However, I shall enjoy writing every bit of this fic.