Chapter 2
The ship swayed fiercely back and forth. Anne tried to stabilize the large barrel she was hiding in as the waves crashed against the boat at all angles. Her efforts were soon proven useless as she was sprawled across the floor of the Captain's quarters. Luckily enough, the captain of this ship was having a dinner party and all crew members had to attend. She jumped quickly to her feet and looked around the room. The floors were filthy and wet, the walls were covered in mold, and the desk in the far corner was cluttered with papers and a few candles. The only neatly kept spot in the room was a small nightstand with a picture of a woman who had a beautiful smile and bright eyes. Around the picture on the desk, a few rose-petals were scattered and a candle burned on each side of the frame. Must be the Captain's wife, Anne thought to herself. She got the strangest feeling as she stared deeply into the woman's eyes in the picture, like she knew her from somewhere... But from where it was, she didn't know. She stared at the picture for a few moments longer when she heard a loud thud just outside the door. Anne, startled, dropped the picture only to have the glass shatter loudly around her feet. The person outside the door had heard it too and was beginning to come into the room. Anne dove under the large bed and lay silently on the floor, trying not to breathe.
The Captain stumbled clumsily into the room and leaned against his desk. Too much rum and the captain couldn't tell right from down. He hobbled around the desk a few times mumbling to himself about the "good old days" but his words were too slurred to understand much of it. He did talk a bit about Jack Sparrow though, that's when Anne really began to listen,
"Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, a pirate's life for me! Ahh yesss, tat's what ol' Cap'n Jackie the bird would say. Hahaha. " The Captain stopped talking and looked around the room. He burped once really loudly and, after he was finished with his fit of hysterical laughing, continued mumbling to himself. It wasn't anything too important to Anne, but she listened anyways. She learned the secret password to get into any Pirate Convention around the world; she learned where and when to find the entrance to Davy Jone's locker; and she also learned that Captain Sparrow and the Captain of this ship had been pretty close friends. Then the captain said one final thing before collapsing into a coma-like sleep,
"Oh no, no corn puddin' for me thanks. It's a Tuesdee and I don't need any bad luck on a Saturday like today." Then, bang, lights out for the Captain. He was sprawled across his desk with his arms hanging over the sides and one of his knees up by his ear. Anne shook her head in shame at the poor captain and silently left the vile-smelling room.
The sun shone as best it could through the moldy glass window, shedding a bit of light onto Captain Turner's face. He groaned and started to roll over in an attempt to block out the light, only to find himself falling painfully to the floor. His head ached and he felt like he might be reacquainted with his dinner very soon. Not to mention, his shoulders and face now hurt from him falling on them. He stood up wearily and looked around the room, he couldn't remember where he was or how he got there, but somehow he had fallen asleep on his desk.