Huge thanks to Miran, for inspiring me to write this story. *muah!*
Cotton isn't often written about, so I don't know if this will be enjoyed or not, It's a bit of a different kind of story, compared to all of the Mary-Sues. This is the tale of Cotton's past and his struggle through life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other things I mention in this tale. I will state that now so I do not have to every time.
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Eighteen 'till I Die.
His dark hair hung over his face as he fitted the last piece together. Brushing it out of his face he leaned back and look at his work. His last pistol. He had worked on the weapon for a few months in secret, stealing a few moments whenever he could and it was finally complete. He wrapped it in cloth and shoved it to the bottom of his bag, closing the door behind him.
Soon Dave Cottler would be a real pirate. He would leave his mother and sister tonight to follow the dream that his father had failed to. George had kept the secret only to get himself killed, but Dave wouldn't make the same mistake. He had grown out his hair, shaved his beard, and from tonight on he would be known as Cotton. He had worked for a long time to save up his money, and now at the age of seventeen he was ready to begin his new life. Since his father had died six years ago Dave had been restless. England was no place for him, his mother could get along fine without him, and there was no reason to stay. The injustice done to his family would only continue until he did something about it.
At nightfall he finished packing his things and closed his door silently. He crept into his mothers room, brushing the hair off her aging face he kissed her goodbye. He made one last stop before he left the house. He opened the parlor door, cringing at the squeak it made, and took the sword off the wall. It was his grandfather's sword, his fathers sword, and now it would be his. It was the symbol of his suffering, and as it reflected the moonlight he remembered his grandfather's words.
'Don't live forever, that's wishful thinking, but to stay young, ahh...Eighteen until you die'
He sighed, everlasting youth might have seemed wonderful to his grandfather, but he didn't think about the consequences. When the treasure of youth had been found and claimed by his grandfather his dad had been thirty-two and had remained that way as his mother continued to age. His sister had been eighteen for four years, and next year he would stop aging. What his grandfather hadn't been able to see was the heart break. He hadn't thought of his granddaughter, Dave's sister Katherine, and her despair when she turned down the engagement from the man she loved. The way his parents had looked into each other's eyes the night George had left to break the spell and failed.
Dave was determined to succeed. He left the remains of his money on the parlor mantle, where he had taken the sword his grandfather had used to fight his way to the treasure. He grabbed enough coins to buy him passage on a pirate's ship and headed out the door.
He reached the poor within an hour and migrated towards some suspicious looking men.
"Psst, hey, you!" One of them said "Come over here" Dave followed the sound of the voice to see a young pirate struggling with a carton full of Spanish goblets. "What's your name?"
Dave took a deep breath and prepared himself for the adventure that would surely follow this moment. "It's Cotton, sir."
"Cotton, give me a hand with these." the pirate said.
"Why me?" Cotton said, seeing what information he could get out of the man.
" Look, that ship over there is leaving soon, and I've got to get back on it. Please?"
Cotton saw a glimmer of something in the man's eyes and was filled with understand for the man, Trust? He thought to himself.
"Alright then" He said lifting the other side of the crate "Take me with you."
The man rolled his eyes. "Don't know that captain Roberts will be to happy bout that."
"Bartholomew Roberts? Captain of the Enrolle Velas?" Cotton asked with ferment. " I have three Spanish gold coins to pay, I have my own pistol and sword, and I'm willing to fight."
"Nice to meet you Cotton, I'm Tom." He said with a smile. " Now lets move, wouldn't want to be late an make a bad impression on the captain would you eh?"
The two men moved off into the night, each step farther from Dave's home, and closer to Cotton's future.
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Let me know what you think, If I should continue with this story!!
Cotton isn't often written about, so I don't know if this will be enjoyed or not, It's a bit of a different kind of story, compared to all of the Mary-Sues. This is the tale of Cotton's past and his struggle through life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other things I mention in this tale. I will state that now so I do not have to every time.
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Eighteen 'till I Die.
His dark hair hung over his face as he fitted the last piece together. Brushing it out of his face he leaned back and look at his work. His last pistol. He had worked on the weapon for a few months in secret, stealing a few moments whenever he could and it was finally complete. He wrapped it in cloth and shoved it to the bottom of his bag, closing the door behind him.
Soon Dave Cottler would be a real pirate. He would leave his mother and sister tonight to follow the dream that his father had failed to. George had kept the secret only to get himself killed, but Dave wouldn't make the same mistake. He had grown out his hair, shaved his beard, and from tonight on he would be known as Cotton. He had worked for a long time to save up his money, and now at the age of seventeen he was ready to begin his new life. Since his father had died six years ago Dave had been restless. England was no place for him, his mother could get along fine without him, and there was no reason to stay. The injustice done to his family would only continue until he did something about it.
At nightfall he finished packing his things and closed his door silently. He crept into his mothers room, brushing the hair off her aging face he kissed her goodbye. He made one last stop before he left the house. He opened the parlor door, cringing at the squeak it made, and took the sword off the wall. It was his grandfather's sword, his fathers sword, and now it would be his. It was the symbol of his suffering, and as it reflected the moonlight he remembered his grandfather's words.
'Don't live forever, that's wishful thinking, but to stay young, ahh...Eighteen until you die'
He sighed, everlasting youth might have seemed wonderful to his grandfather, but he didn't think about the consequences. When the treasure of youth had been found and claimed by his grandfather his dad had been thirty-two and had remained that way as his mother continued to age. His sister had been eighteen for four years, and next year he would stop aging. What his grandfather hadn't been able to see was the heart break. He hadn't thought of his granddaughter, Dave's sister Katherine, and her despair when she turned down the engagement from the man she loved. The way his parents had looked into each other's eyes the night George had left to break the spell and failed.
Dave was determined to succeed. He left the remains of his money on the parlor mantle, where he had taken the sword his grandfather had used to fight his way to the treasure. He grabbed enough coins to buy him passage on a pirate's ship and headed out the door.
He reached the poor within an hour and migrated towards some suspicious looking men.
"Psst, hey, you!" One of them said "Come over here" Dave followed the sound of the voice to see a young pirate struggling with a carton full of Spanish goblets. "What's your name?"
Dave took a deep breath and prepared himself for the adventure that would surely follow this moment. "It's Cotton, sir."
"Cotton, give me a hand with these." the pirate said.
"Why me?" Cotton said, seeing what information he could get out of the man.
" Look, that ship over there is leaving soon, and I've got to get back on it. Please?"
Cotton saw a glimmer of something in the man's eyes and was filled with understand for the man, Trust? He thought to himself.
"Alright then" He said lifting the other side of the crate "Take me with you."
The man rolled his eyes. "Don't know that captain Roberts will be to happy bout that."
"Bartholomew Roberts? Captain of the Enrolle Velas?" Cotton asked with ferment. " I have three Spanish gold coins to pay, I have my own pistol and sword, and I'm willing to fight."
"Nice to meet you Cotton, I'm Tom." He said with a smile. " Now lets move, wouldn't want to be late an make a bad impression on the captain would you eh?"
The two men moved off into the night, each step farther from Dave's home, and closer to Cotton's future.
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Let me know what you think, If I should continue with this story!!