Sorry for the late postings, I've been busy with other things, and I was a bit lazy doing this.


Creaking. I thought that to be odd. Hearing a creaking. I then heard waves. I began to figure that I was dreaming. But, no, this sounded more real. I tried to open my eyes, but considering the more compelling wish to keep them closed seemed more overwhelming. I then tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in my side. I gritted my teeth, groaning in pain. Oh Lord, this is excruciating! I screamed in my head. I then felt a hand on my shoulder, gently pressing me back down onto the softness of the bed I was resting upon. I felt the warmth of the hand, which finally made me dominate the overpowering drowsiness, I opened my eyes, only to find a person who was tending to my wounds. She was tending to my wounds.

It was a girl; around my age with long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was applying a sort of paste to my ribs, which, unknown to me, was a wound, caused from slipping and falling down upon the rocks. She soon noticed I came to, smirking a bit. "Well, good to see you didn't kick the pail." she said.

I blinked, looking around where I was. I was inside the cabin of a ship, the stern windows are like arches of glass, the sunlight pouring through the crossed lines of the window grates. I then looked to the one tending to me. Am I dead...? I thought.

She laughed. "No, you're not dead. If you were you'd probably wouldn't be here right now." she said. I furrowed my brows. "Something tells me I spoke my mind?" I asked in a semi-dried voice. She nodded.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're aboard the Black Pearl. First clergyman to actually be aboard." she said, her hair slightly draping in her face.

The Black Pearl. I've only heard stories along with the tales of Captain Jack Sparrow in the pubs and taverns. Rumored to be the quickest and fastest ship in the Caribbean, a title once held by the HMS Interceptor, until the Pearl sent the Royal Navy ship to her demise. And it was the likely culprit that I couldn't see that night when I escaped the wrecked vessel. I flinched when I felt a sudden sting on my chest.

"Sorry. It'll sting sometimes." said the woman as she further applied to my wound.

"Who are you?"

She looked at me without ceasing her tending. "I'm Alyssa. Alyssa Sparrow." she said.

"So. The daughter of the pirate himself, is that it?" I asked.

"Well, the clergyman's knowledgeable of pirates." she said.

"Actually, I'm not necessarily a missionary. Just a man firm with my beliefs." I corrected her.

"Firm with beliefs." she said. "Sounds like a missionary to me."

I sighed, feeling a bit of a pain as I did. "Sorry." I heard her say softly. "It's alright. Anything for an angel to save my life."

She looked at me, a brow raised. "What?"

I glanced to her. "Well, you did save my life and spared me a fate from the Devil himself."

She scoffed. "Thank yourself. You escaped in time to row to the ship." she said.

"But thanks anyways, Alyssa." I said.

She smiled a bit. "It's of no trouble. I'm the medic after all."

I then tried to sit up, feeling the pain again. Alyssa then gently pushed me back down to the bed. "You need to stop moving." she said. "You're only making it worse."

I frowned a bit, wanting to get up and move around. "Alright then." I said.

"By the way, what's your name?" she asked.

"Jacob Grant." I said.

"Well, Jacob, I'll be out on deck if you need me. If my father comes in, he won't mind, he's the one who found you." she said, getting up and walking outside, shutting the doors.

I watched her leave, laying my head back down on one of the pillows, looking up to the ceiling. The Black Pearl, I thought to myself, So this ship is real too. I smiled a bit, glancing over to the captain's table, seeing the charts and such. But one item caught my attention. I cocked a brow upon seeing it. A jar filled almost completely with dirt.

"Why is there a jar of dirt in the captain's cabin?"