Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
I've never written a Pirates fic, but I am in love with the movie and how it ended. I hope you enjoy! (:
Prologue:
My dad… I didn't know who he was. I knew I looked like and loved my mother and that every mention of my father was painful for her. But I couldn't help wondering who he was, or what he looked like.
Eighteen years without a father was horrible to me. My mother was wonderful, beautiful, amazing, young… I looked a little more than half her age. She never told me what that was about, but I wondered every day. I just wanted a father. I wanted the person who loved me unconditionally. Yes, I know my mother did that too. But it wasn't the same.
I looked a lot like her, but like someone else too. My hair was dark and curly, my eyes soft but dark as well. My skin was tanned, and I was a little taller than my mother, by about an inch.
I was ambitious and stubborn, a side I hadn't really seen of my mother. If I got thrown off a horse, I got back on without a care. I wasn't afraid to get a little dirty, but I liked being feminine and pretty as well.
My mother used to be a sailor. That is what she told me. But there was something about her I never really understood. The way she knew how to handle men… the way she could use a sword… It was all something you didn't learn on your own. Somebody had to teach you that.
I remember growing up… My first memory was on a ship, with men that were a little scary when they fought, but all very kind to me. I was five. When I was seven, we lost the ship. It hurt my mother so much. But we moved to a house by the sea, near a little town where my mother could find work to raise me. I knew my mother wasn't a sailor…
I didn't hate my father, whoever he was. Was he another sailor, like my mother claimed to be? Or a blacksmith? Or a rich man? I never believed I would meet him. I gave up on that dream a long time ago. But I still longed to hug the man I could call my father.
She was so bitter about men. I couldn't help but wonder what my father did to her that hurt her that much. He must have made a big impact on my mother, though… She never touched another man. They all flirted, they all tried to make their way into my mother's bed, but she never gave him and held them off with her skills behind that sword… another reason I knew she wasn't just a sailor.
I knew my mother wanted me to be like all the other normal girls in our small town. She wanted me to stay away from the sea-life. She said I would only get hurt. But I had never felt a single emotion in my life. I had never had the feeling that my life was going somewhere. I wasn't going to live the rest of my life in that town, with men who had no plans for women except to give them sons.
I wanted to be like her. Maybe I could convince her to come along. She could teach me to use a sword like she does. She could teach me how to captain a ship like she used to before we lost ours.
Maybe things could change. We could have an adventure.
I didn't want to leave her behind, but I couldn't stay in this town for more years of boredom. I knew where I belonged, and she knew too.
My mother named me Maryn - "of the sea" in Latin. Maryn Teach, and my mother's name is Angelica Teach.
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