Bleak. It was the only word Eric could conjure up to descibe the day. As he walked over to the starbeared side, he watched the sun rise. Even though there were loud drucken laughter of his fellow shipmates, he was
completely lost in the colour of the sky.
Eric is eleven years old and a pirate. But not on his own will, but he was born this way and was stuck with it.
Eric was a tall lanky lad who had brown hair and blue eyes. He is not the usually pirate, either. Normally, when you think pirate you'd most likely imagine a dirty, ugly holigan. But Eric was exactly the opposite. He was kind, terribly neat, and very light hearted. Even the sight of a possible battle had Eric locked in his chambers, away from danger. Many of the crew picked on him for being such a "baby", but after a while he learned to tune it out, along with the rest of his life.
The only things that gave him a reason to live were the next sunrise, sunset, and old book his ship would steal. But these things came rarely. He was always working arond the ship, at day- swabbing the deck or on look out, and at night- dinner or night duty. His other spare time was dedicated to sleep.
" You there!" shouted a low drunken voice, "...boy, tug that rope!"
Eric quickly spun around to see his father, swaying back and forth, pointing at a rope strung next to him.
He was the captain of the ship, the Black Pearl. He had long, black, dreded hair which was held back with a bandana. His eyes were dark brown and cirounded with black makeup. He had bushy, dark facial hair and was quite tanned. His name was Jack. Jack Sparrow that is, but captain to most.
Eric quickly tugged the rope as he watched his father guzzle down some rum he was holding. He regreted many things in his life but the one thing he regreted the most was his father. It was mostly because of their lack of communication. They hardly every shared any words with eachother, and practicly ignored eachother most of the time. There was no point to reason with Jack, half the time he was drunk and the other half he was somewhere trying to get drunk.
Eric had no one. His mother died of child birth so he never even new her. Knowing Jack it was probrebly soeme whore he found in Tortoga and knocked up. The thought made Eric curse his fathers name. ' it's your fault i'm stuck on this wreched peice of drift wood!' he thought.
" Breakfast!" called Anne-Maria.
All of the crew memebers rushed to the cabin's table. Eric sat at the far end, beside two horrible looking pirates. The crew all scrownged for the food, grabbing anything thing they could get their grubby hands on. Eric silently grabbed a peice of bread and listened in on any signs of a conversation. He heard his fathers voice and strained his ears to make out what they were saying.
"So Captin'," a voice that sounded like Gibbs, the first mate, said," we still planning to visit tortoga?"
" Aye. After breakfast, we'll set sail."
When Eric heard this he sighed. If there was one place he hated more then the Blak Pearl it was Tortoga. For most pirates it was paradise. In Tortoga, men could use their booty to spead on wine, women and song. This was a terrible time for Eric. He always witnessed his father hitting on a few rat-traps and, afterwards, would be ordered to tend to the mess. During these depressing times, Eric had learned to keep himself busy as the rest of the crew visited the god-forsaken town. Sometimes he would get a head start on his chores, and other times he would write in his journal-his only friend. It was the only place, Eric would say and think what he wanted, without having to explain himself. Usually he wrote about how he hated his life and especialy his father, and how he was going to live a better life one day. A life not ignoring the law, but embracing it. He would have a great place he could call 'home' with a beautiful wife, and two adorable heathy children. It was his only dream in life, and his only reason to live on, but he knew deep down in his heart that he could never forfill it.