Hellllllllloooooooo people! Ok, so this is my first PotC FanFic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except for Keaton. She's mine!
Our greatest adventure started the day me and dad docked in a place called Port Royal. We were sail in dad's…ship. No, not a ship. A boat. Actually, more like a half sunken piece of wood. Pretty pathetic right? Anyways, we were approaching the docks of Port Royal.
"We're almost there darling! Start bailing, the ship'd be sinking." He flashed me a smile and threw a bucket at me, nearly taking my head off.
"Why cant you do it?" I argued, "It's your boat anyway." He glared at me for calling it a boat.
"I've my respects to pay." He responded saluting the three pirate skeletons hanging from a rock, nooses around their necks. PIRATES YE BE WARNED a sign stated. I feel so welcomed. Dad told me to keep bailing as the boat was halfway filled with water.
As we passed through the port, sailors and fisherman stared. I was sure we were an odd sight. Dad and I were both standing on top of the mast, which was now about 3 feet above water, and still sinking. Dad extended his leg stepping on to the edge of the dock. I was not so lucky. I decided it would be more fun to jump onto the docks. Well, as usual, luck was not with me. I ended up teetering on the edge of the dock, and then fell in the water. Dad pulled me up and out of the water as I grumbled, squeezing the water from my dirty tunic. My curly brown hair was plastered to my head, along with a bandana and my tan skin sparkled like diamonds.
"What? Hey! Hold up there you! It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock", a chubby man in glasses called to us. I glanced back at our boat which was now half the mast and a flag. I wouldn't exactly call it 'tied up'. "And I shall need to know your names."
"What d'ya say to three shilling and we forget the name?" dad replied, placing three shillings in the harbourmaster's hand.
"Welcome to Port Royal Mr. Smith and …uh.." he paused to glance at my boys clothes in disgust. I smiled cheerily back at him. "…young Miss Smith." My leather boots squelched as we walked away. Dad stole the harbourmasters bag of coins. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUEL-
"So Dad, why are we here again?"
"We need a ship, darling. We're going to commandeer a big one." Big ship? I liked big ships! We trudged along toward the secluded docks where the big ships (yay!) were kept, when we were stopped by two redcoats.
"This dock is off limits to civilians." The first one spoke. Well good thing I wasn't a civilian.
"I'm terribly sorry," Dad started, "I didn't know if I see one I shall inform you immediately." He tried to step forward but was blocked again. "Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy do up at the fort eh?" Dad continued. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not manage to merit an invitation?" Captain Jack Sparrow, always a way with words.
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Man, what did these two have against civilians? Eh, it wasn't my concern, seeing as I wasn't one. If I was, I would be wearing a dress. And that's not physically possible.
"It's a fine goal to be sure, but it seems to me that a ship like that", said Dad gesturing to a big ship near the cliffs, "makes this one here a bit superfluous really." Again with the fancy words! My 12 year old brain couldn't comprehend them.
The two guards relaxed slightly. "Oh the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed."
It was no doubt in my mind that Dad was up to something. As usual, I had no idea what it was. Instead of frying my brain on it, I just watched as Dad made conversation with these idiots.
"I've heard of one," Dad said, "supposed to be very fast. Nigh un-catchable. The Black Pearl."
Then Mullroy and Murtogg(as I found out their names) started to argue, entertaining me very well I must say.
"Well, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."
"The Black Pearl is a real ship." Mullroy argued.
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is. I've seen it!"
"You've seen it?"
"Yes."
"You haven't seen it."
"Yes, I have."
"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out?"
"No."
"No."
"But I have seen a ship with black sails."
I rolled my eyes. I could fire a shot right now and neither of them would notice. Dad and I slipped away from the two idiots. The two redcoats were so wrapped up in their argument that they didn't notice Dad and I climbing abord the ship. Dad stroked the wheel, getting him finally noticed by Murtogg and Mullroy.
"Hey! You! Get away from there!" They shouted pointing their bayonets at Dad.
"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate!"
"I'm sorry! It's just such a pretty boat- ship." Said Dad.
"What's-What's your name?"
"Smith." Dad responded, "Or Smithy if you like."
"And her?" asked Mullroy.
"Daughter."
"And why is she not wearing a dress?"
"Enough with the questions!" I insisted.
"What's your business in Port Royal?" What am I invisible or something?
"Yeah, and no lies."
"Well then, I must confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out." Dad responded simply.
"And I, Keaton Sparrow intend to do the same. Along with drinking some rum. Lots of rum." Woopsies! Probably shouldn't have said my name.
"I said no lies!" they took a step towards Dad.
"I think he's telling the truth…."
"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us."
"Unless of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Dad smiled slyly.
Whooo! (wipes sweat off forehead) 3 pages, 1063 words. I probably wont be able to update much cause it's almost THANKSGIVING!
HAPPY ALMOST TURKEY DAY!
-theincrediblyinsaneiz or just IZ