Chapter Two
Author's Note: Welcome to Day 5 of the TTWLP Project. Not quite as late as I normally start, but I would rather do this than study for midterms. Now the story gets a little more interesting, but not much. I don't think any of the real action starts till Chapter 3, so hang in there. *yawn* Stayed up late yesterday. I really shouldn't type this so late at night. Might turn out better if I didn't.*sigh* Oh, forgot to add, I GOT A REVIEW, I GOT A REVIEW!!! It totally brightened my day, thanks!! PineAppleLint, I totally appreciated it, and have read all your stuff!! Okay, now that I got that out of my system, let's do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, or any of the characters. If I earned enough money, I might be able to buy the rights.I wonder if they will accept gum wrappers?
Rosso and Cobbers walked silently down the streets of Tortuga, strides matching effortlessly. The streets were dark and damp and lined with taverns, inns, and whore houses. Their sandals tocked on the cobbled stones in unison, and both reveled in the salty air. The boy was 16, and the man 28, but they had one thing in common. The Dawning Twilight. Cobbers had a lot on his mind, but he randomly asked, "Rosso, how old is the captain?" Rosso thought silently for a moment, and Cobbers thought he had not heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again when Rosso stated, "23 if I count correctly. It's been about ten years, so I suppose that's right." Cobbers sent him a sideways look. "Ten years since what?" Rosso grinned. "Well, if you want to know that, I may as well start from the beginning." Cobbers turned his head to look at the first mate. "The beginning of what?" Rosso grinned again. "Why the history of Miss Dara Skyy." Cobbers turned his head to look at the street before him. He had been with the crew for about a year, but had heard nothing of the Captain's past. He had heard rumors around his hometown, and in Tortuga, but most had called Darren Skyy a man. Now he might get some answers. Rosso was quiet again, and Cobbers looked back at him expectantly. With no warning, he began. "When Miss Dara was a young whelp, she lived in a small sea port town." The boy nodded eagerly. He knew this. There was a lot of speculation about which town it was though. "I have no idea what town it was, but she has spent all her life near the sea." Cobbers nearly ran into the wooden post that stood in front of the Sea Eagle Inn. He glowered at the ancient mast, but redirected his attention as Rosso spoke again. "At the age of eight, same said town was attacked and ravaged by pirates. They were the crew of the Running Kelpie." Cobbers raised an eyebrow at the unlikely name, but did not interrupt. He dodged out of the way as a drunken pirate was, literally, thrown out the doors of the Pretty Wench, a well known tavern. Rosso had not been bothered by this, but kept on walking obliviously. Cobbers ran to catch up as he continued. "Every man and boy child in the town was killed that night, and all the women were taken aboard to be used as slaves." Rosso did not mention what kind of slaves, but Cobbers figured he knew. "About five years later, Dara killed the Captain, and the women rallied together to capture that crew. Having been aboard that vessel for so long, and being a seafaring people before hand, they managed to turn the boat around and get it to Port Royale." They paused as a blonde woman ran across their path giggling, closely followed by a man haphazardly running behind her. "So she's from Port Royale?" asked Cobbers. The older pirate favored him with a disparaging look. "Didn't I tell you I didn't know where she was from?" Cobbers blinked. "But you said she turned the boat around." Two dueling pirates were clashing their blades by the water, and a loud splash was followed by riotous laughter. "Stop interrupting," Rosso replied, a bit put out. "They took the boat to Port Royale, and the women handed their captors over to the navy. They stayed long enough only to watch the hanging. The other women disappeared that night, and Dara kept the ship."
"What about that bandage on her head?" asked Cobbers, ignoring the music and laughter pouring out of another well lighted tavern.
"Didn't I tell you to stop interrupting? Dara stayed a couple of days with the navy. She told them about as much as I told you, then went out to buy new clothes, as the ones she wore had been on her for five years. She took not five steps out the door when she got beaned on the head by a thief, who took her memory but not much else. When she came to, she knew nothing of who she was, or what had happened. In an attempt to help her regain her memory, the soldiers told her what she had told them, but it didn't help." Cobbers shook his head sympathetically. He had never lost his memory, and did not know what he would do with out it. He dodged a flying mug, glaring at the window it had been flung out of, his impression of Tortuga quickly turning sour. Rosso continued. "So, with what little memory she had, she sailed herself to Tortuga, got a crew, re-outfitted the ship, and has been questing the world ever since." He nodded, please with his story. Cobbers looked up in disbelief. "So she sailed the ship by herself, at the age of 13? Why?" Rosso only smiled. "Why? Because one of the things she had remembered was that she had a brother, who had been out of town at the time. He's about ten years older than her, but they were very close. She has been looking for him, searching the world, but so far, we've got nothing." He grinned mischievously. "Nothing that is, except a lot of treasure." He threw his arms out in a broad gesture, causing the young pirate to smile. Ah, treasure, the boon of a pirate's life. His thoughts were interrupted and a shadow fell across them, draping her fit figure around Rosso's broad shoulders. "Tellin' stories about mey again, hey Rosso?" came the thickly accented voice of the Captain. Cobbers stiffened, but Dara tousled his hair with a musical laugh. "Ease up lad, we're heah on vacation. Enjoy it." She stood between them, arms twined around theirs, guiding them through the brightly painted doors of the Rusty Nail.
Author's Note: Alright then, that sounds good for this chapter. I have to go do a bit of studying, so that I don't fail my midterms. The action will most definitely begin next chapter, so hold onto your hats! Till I get another review then, later dudes!
Tora Aykanami
Editor's Note: Yes, I get both. I'm sure you will all be glad to know, the stupid author procrastinated a whole day before writing this chapter, as it is now Day 7.
AN: Silly, the Author and Editor are the same person.
EN: Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You should be faster at typing the chapters.
AN: Well, you should be faster at editing!
EN: Oh, so now it's all my fault.
AN: Well it certainly isn't mine!
Okay, now before it gets any further, I had better close down this chapter. *Author and Editor continue arguing in the background* Don't forget to review!! Later dudes!!
Author's Note: Welcome to Day 5 of the TTWLP Project. Not quite as late as I normally start, but I would rather do this than study for midterms. Now the story gets a little more interesting, but not much. I don't think any of the real action starts till Chapter 3, so hang in there. *yawn* Stayed up late yesterday. I really shouldn't type this so late at night. Might turn out better if I didn't.*sigh* Oh, forgot to add, I GOT A REVIEW, I GOT A REVIEW!!! It totally brightened my day, thanks!! PineAppleLint, I totally appreciated it, and have read all your stuff!! Okay, now that I got that out of my system, let's do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, or any of the characters. If I earned enough money, I might be able to buy the rights.I wonder if they will accept gum wrappers?
Rosso and Cobbers walked silently down the streets of Tortuga, strides matching effortlessly. The streets were dark and damp and lined with taverns, inns, and whore houses. Their sandals tocked on the cobbled stones in unison, and both reveled in the salty air. The boy was 16, and the man 28, but they had one thing in common. The Dawning Twilight. Cobbers had a lot on his mind, but he randomly asked, "Rosso, how old is the captain?" Rosso thought silently for a moment, and Cobbers thought he had not heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again when Rosso stated, "23 if I count correctly. It's been about ten years, so I suppose that's right." Cobbers sent him a sideways look. "Ten years since what?" Rosso grinned. "Well, if you want to know that, I may as well start from the beginning." Cobbers turned his head to look at the first mate. "The beginning of what?" Rosso grinned again. "Why the history of Miss Dara Skyy." Cobbers turned his head to look at the street before him. He had been with the crew for about a year, but had heard nothing of the Captain's past. He had heard rumors around his hometown, and in Tortuga, but most had called Darren Skyy a man. Now he might get some answers. Rosso was quiet again, and Cobbers looked back at him expectantly. With no warning, he began. "When Miss Dara was a young whelp, she lived in a small sea port town." The boy nodded eagerly. He knew this. There was a lot of speculation about which town it was though. "I have no idea what town it was, but she has spent all her life near the sea." Cobbers nearly ran into the wooden post that stood in front of the Sea Eagle Inn. He glowered at the ancient mast, but redirected his attention as Rosso spoke again. "At the age of eight, same said town was attacked and ravaged by pirates. They were the crew of the Running Kelpie." Cobbers raised an eyebrow at the unlikely name, but did not interrupt. He dodged out of the way as a drunken pirate was, literally, thrown out the doors of the Pretty Wench, a well known tavern. Rosso had not been bothered by this, but kept on walking obliviously. Cobbers ran to catch up as he continued. "Every man and boy child in the town was killed that night, and all the women were taken aboard to be used as slaves." Rosso did not mention what kind of slaves, but Cobbers figured he knew. "About five years later, Dara killed the Captain, and the women rallied together to capture that crew. Having been aboard that vessel for so long, and being a seafaring people before hand, they managed to turn the boat around and get it to Port Royale." They paused as a blonde woman ran across their path giggling, closely followed by a man haphazardly running behind her. "So she's from Port Royale?" asked Cobbers. The older pirate favored him with a disparaging look. "Didn't I tell you I didn't know where she was from?" Cobbers blinked. "But you said she turned the boat around." Two dueling pirates were clashing their blades by the water, and a loud splash was followed by riotous laughter. "Stop interrupting," Rosso replied, a bit put out. "They took the boat to Port Royale, and the women handed their captors over to the navy. They stayed long enough only to watch the hanging. The other women disappeared that night, and Dara kept the ship."
"What about that bandage on her head?" asked Cobbers, ignoring the music and laughter pouring out of another well lighted tavern.
"Didn't I tell you to stop interrupting? Dara stayed a couple of days with the navy. She told them about as much as I told you, then went out to buy new clothes, as the ones she wore had been on her for five years. She took not five steps out the door when she got beaned on the head by a thief, who took her memory but not much else. When she came to, she knew nothing of who she was, or what had happened. In an attempt to help her regain her memory, the soldiers told her what she had told them, but it didn't help." Cobbers shook his head sympathetically. He had never lost his memory, and did not know what he would do with out it. He dodged a flying mug, glaring at the window it had been flung out of, his impression of Tortuga quickly turning sour. Rosso continued. "So, with what little memory she had, she sailed herself to Tortuga, got a crew, re-outfitted the ship, and has been questing the world ever since." He nodded, please with his story. Cobbers looked up in disbelief. "So she sailed the ship by herself, at the age of 13? Why?" Rosso only smiled. "Why? Because one of the things she had remembered was that she had a brother, who had been out of town at the time. He's about ten years older than her, but they were very close. She has been looking for him, searching the world, but so far, we've got nothing." He grinned mischievously. "Nothing that is, except a lot of treasure." He threw his arms out in a broad gesture, causing the young pirate to smile. Ah, treasure, the boon of a pirate's life. His thoughts were interrupted and a shadow fell across them, draping her fit figure around Rosso's broad shoulders. "Tellin' stories about mey again, hey Rosso?" came the thickly accented voice of the Captain. Cobbers stiffened, but Dara tousled his hair with a musical laugh. "Ease up lad, we're heah on vacation. Enjoy it." She stood between them, arms twined around theirs, guiding them through the brightly painted doors of the Rusty Nail.
Author's Note: Alright then, that sounds good for this chapter. I have to go do a bit of studying, so that I don't fail my midterms. The action will most definitely begin next chapter, so hold onto your hats! Till I get another review then, later dudes!
Tora Aykanami
Editor's Note: Yes, I get both. I'm sure you will all be glad to know, the stupid author procrastinated a whole day before writing this chapter, as it is now Day 7.
AN: Silly, the Author and Editor are the same person.
EN: Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You should be faster at typing the chapters.
AN: Well, you should be faster at editing!
EN: Oh, so now it's all my fault.
AN: Well it certainly isn't mine!
Okay, now before it gets any further, I had better close down this chapter. *Author and Editor continue arguing in the background* Don't forget to review!! Later dudes!!