Giving Up Charity
Disclaimer; I don't own anyone from the movie but I do own Charity, so ha!!
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Captain Barbossa stood at the edge of his ship iThe Black Pearl/i and watched his crew bring aboard all that was left from the now sunken ship. He smirked as the fire blazed on, eating away at the wood that made the ship.
"A pirates life for me," he murmured as Pintel and Ragetti climbed aboard. Grapple handed Ragetti a child, a female child. "Takin' on captives?"
Ragetti shook his head and replied, "This girl was askin' for charity, Cap'n Barbossa. I gave it to her before I planned to kill 'er but she shot me!" He showed Barbossa where the bullet hole was and Barbossa laughed.
"How old is she? Nine years old?" he said, trying hard not to laugh, "an' yet she shoots you wit' a pistol!"
The rest of the crew laughed at the eye popping member. The child's eyes darted around the ship, watching every man laugh at the man who was holding her. Her brown eyes met the eyes of Barbossa. He gasped. Her eyes were just like Bootstrap Bill Turner's eyes but he only had one child! One child was all that his wife gave to him or was there another that Bootstrap failed to mention?
"What's yer name?" he asked the child sternly.
She turned her head and breathed in air. His breath was horrible! "I don' have a name, sir."
"She looks like a Charity, Cap'n," Pintel suggested.
"We can teach her the ways of a pirate! She can be the first female pirate to sail in the Carribean and I'll bet she'll be great at it!" someone else suggested.
"Charity is yer name, missy and you'll stay wit' us," Barbossa declared, "anyone much as lay a finger on Charity will be the first to die once the curse is lifted!"
The child, or Charity, smiled a wide smile. She had no idea that these pirates couldn't be killed, heck, she didn't even know that she could die at the gallows. Charity was but nine years old.
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Eight years later...
The ship sailed smoothly into the port of the small Carribean island of Port Royal. No one knew it was coming, no one had expected it.
Barbossa stood at the top of the decks, at the port side, and watched as most of his crew and Charity leaving the ship for the land. He smirked as he watched the girl follow Pintel and Ragetti down the ladder.
Charity had gotten good in the eight years that he knew her. She was one of the greats in piracy. She had a technique that most would call wonderful. She would be like a woman in need, asking for charity and when the man or woman would give it to her, she'd shoot them. She was truly living up to her name, Charity.
Charity sat on the wood, ancy to get back up. She wanted to do some grade A piracy tonight! Her short brown hair blew in the wind as land got closer in her view.
She turned around and watched the /i begin to open fire on the Port. She could already hear the screams of frightened people who had made the island their home. The screams sent adrenaline up her spine and when the boats finally reached land, she was the first to jump out and run towards the city.
She unsheathed her sword and began to make her way through the crowd, killing and stealing. The British army did not think anything of trying to kill her because a woman becoming a pirate was unheard of!
Charity smiled at their hesitation but did not hesitate on killing them and taking their pistols. More pistols the better, that way she could kill with one shot, toss it and so on. She ran past the blacksmith, laughing like she was a kid at Christmas, which made Will Turner, the blacksmith's apprentice, look out the window.
He saw her, her bright smile and instantly knew who she was. It was his younger sister, Katherine, whom he thought had died eight years ago on the Crossing of England. How did she survive!? He thought only he survived but here she was, running around killing people? Will shook his head when the thought of her being a pirate struck his mind.
He watched her kill an innocent man and then take his jewels and gold off of him. The thought was brought back when he finally realized it, his younger sister was indeed a pirate.
Will stuck his head out the window and yelled, "Katherine!"
Charity did not turn her head, yet the name sounded so familiar to her. Maybe that man thought of her as someone else but couldn't tell by the rate she was moving at. She sighed and met Grapple, who had his hook in his hand.
"Go kill someone with that thing," she said, laughing.
Grapple only smiled and ran the opposite direction. Charity shook her head and went down to the prison, to see who was in it.
She heard the whiz of a cannon ball from nearby and smiled. Barbossa had sent a cannon ball to the prison and let free most of the pirates, but one.
"Who else is in there?" she asked.
"A pirate who has resigned himself to the gallows," one replied, shakily, "now if you'll excuse me."
He ran off, following the others, laughing. He was a free man and darn proud of it!
Charity made her way past the window that held the man whom the other pirate was talking about. Her brown eyes met his, and they stared at each other for the longest time. That was Captain Jack Sparrow!
Jack Sparrow watched the girl as she walked off, after realizing who he was. His gaze was intense as he saw her kill a wealthier woman and take her precious possessions. He could not believe that his mutinous first mate, Barbossa, would teach a woman to be a pirate.
He turned his attention to the cell once he realized that he and the dog were the only two people in the prison.
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Charity heard screaming from one of the larger houses on the port. She dismissed it, knowing Ragetti was scaring another woman with his fake and squeaky eyeball. She turned her attention towards Grapple, who was coming out of a broken window.
"You need to stop falling into windows, mate," she said.
Grapple shrugged, handing her some pearls. She placed them in her pocket and followed Grapple along with a few others back to the boats. Their treasure was getting bigger by the second!
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Disclaimer; I don't own anyone from the movie but I do own Charity, so ha!!
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Captain Barbossa stood at the edge of his ship iThe Black Pearl/i and watched his crew bring aboard all that was left from the now sunken ship. He smirked as the fire blazed on, eating away at the wood that made the ship.
"A pirates life for me," he murmured as Pintel and Ragetti climbed aboard. Grapple handed Ragetti a child, a female child. "Takin' on captives?"
Ragetti shook his head and replied, "This girl was askin' for charity, Cap'n Barbossa. I gave it to her before I planned to kill 'er but she shot me!" He showed Barbossa where the bullet hole was and Barbossa laughed.
"How old is she? Nine years old?" he said, trying hard not to laugh, "an' yet she shoots you wit' a pistol!"
The rest of the crew laughed at the eye popping member. The child's eyes darted around the ship, watching every man laugh at the man who was holding her. Her brown eyes met the eyes of Barbossa. He gasped. Her eyes were just like Bootstrap Bill Turner's eyes but he only had one child! One child was all that his wife gave to him or was there another that Bootstrap failed to mention?
"What's yer name?" he asked the child sternly.
She turned her head and breathed in air. His breath was horrible! "I don' have a name, sir."
"She looks like a Charity, Cap'n," Pintel suggested.
"We can teach her the ways of a pirate! She can be the first female pirate to sail in the Carribean and I'll bet she'll be great at it!" someone else suggested.
"Charity is yer name, missy and you'll stay wit' us," Barbossa declared, "anyone much as lay a finger on Charity will be the first to die once the curse is lifted!"
The child, or Charity, smiled a wide smile. She had no idea that these pirates couldn't be killed, heck, she didn't even know that she could die at the gallows. Charity was but nine years old.
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Eight years later...
The ship sailed smoothly into the port of the small Carribean island of Port Royal. No one knew it was coming, no one had expected it.
Barbossa stood at the top of the decks, at the port side, and watched as most of his crew and Charity leaving the ship for the land. He smirked as he watched the girl follow Pintel and Ragetti down the ladder.
Charity had gotten good in the eight years that he knew her. She was one of the greats in piracy. She had a technique that most would call wonderful. She would be like a woman in need, asking for charity and when the man or woman would give it to her, she'd shoot them. She was truly living up to her name, Charity.
Charity sat on the wood, ancy to get back up. She wanted to do some grade A piracy tonight! Her short brown hair blew in the wind as land got closer in her view.
She turned around and watched the /i begin to open fire on the Port. She could already hear the screams of frightened people who had made the island their home. The screams sent adrenaline up her spine and when the boats finally reached land, she was the first to jump out and run towards the city.
She unsheathed her sword and began to make her way through the crowd, killing and stealing. The British army did not think anything of trying to kill her because a woman becoming a pirate was unheard of!
Charity smiled at their hesitation but did not hesitate on killing them and taking their pistols. More pistols the better, that way she could kill with one shot, toss it and so on. She ran past the blacksmith, laughing like she was a kid at Christmas, which made Will Turner, the blacksmith's apprentice, look out the window.
He saw her, her bright smile and instantly knew who she was. It was his younger sister, Katherine, whom he thought had died eight years ago on the Crossing of England. How did she survive!? He thought only he survived but here she was, running around killing people? Will shook his head when the thought of her being a pirate struck his mind.
He watched her kill an innocent man and then take his jewels and gold off of him. The thought was brought back when he finally realized it, his younger sister was indeed a pirate.
Will stuck his head out the window and yelled, "Katherine!"
Charity did not turn her head, yet the name sounded so familiar to her. Maybe that man thought of her as someone else but couldn't tell by the rate she was moving at. She sighed and met Grapple, who had his hook in his hand.
"Go kill someone with that thing," she said, laughing.
Grapple only smiled and ran the opposite direction. Charity shook her head and went down to the prison, to see who was in it.
She heard the whiz of a cannon ball from nearby and smiled. Barbossa had sent a cannon ball to the prison and let free most of the pirates, but one.
"Who else is in there?" she asked.
"A pirate who has resigned himself to the gallows," one replied, shakily, "now if you'll excuse me."
He ran off, following the others, laughing. He was a free man and darn proud of it!
Charity made her way past the window that held the man whom the other pirate was talking about. Her brown eyes met his, and they stared at each other for the longest time. That was Captain Jack Sparrow!
Jack Sparrow watched the girl as she walked off, after realizing who he was. His gaze was intense as he saw her kill a wealthier woman and take her precious possessions. He could not believe that his mutinous first mate, Barbossa, would teach a woman to be a pirate.
He turned his attention to the cell once he realized that he and the dog were the only two people in the prison.
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Charity heard screaming from one of the larger houses on the port. She dismissed it, knowing Ragetti was scaring another woman with his fake and squeaky eyeball. She turned her attention towards Grapple, who was coming out of a broken window.
"You need to stop falling into windows, mate," she said.
Grapple shrugged, handing her some pearls. She placed them in her pocket and followed Grapple along with a few others back to the boats. Their treasure was getting bigger by the second!
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