AN: Hey guys! I don't know if anyone has actually read this, but heck. I like this story. So, lets introduce the makings of a bit of Sparramaria eh? ;)
Anamaria ran through the dusky, cloudy streets, out of breath and tired. The little girl had been running from her mother for hours, whether she was being chased or not was unknown to her. The streets were busy, and nobody really noticed Anamaria. She wasn't too worried about being recognised though- she thought she'd run too far away to be recognised as anyone in particular. To them, Anamaria was just an ordinary girl, maybe running through the town as a game.
A few hours after she'd ran away, Anamaria reached Shipwreck Cove. It was full of pirates, drunken people and robbers, certainly no place for a six year old. But Anamaria was tough. It was only when she'd seen the inside of the towns main tavern that she backed off and huddled up against a wall. It was freezing, and the sea occasionally splashed Ana, soaking her instantly. She shuddered, and pulled her knees up to her chest, her eyes closing a little. The young lass was asleep in minutes, unbeknown to her.
The taverns in Shipwreck Cove held many, many pirates at a time. It attracted captains, first mates, the lot. A regular at this godforsaken pub was Edward Teague. You could often see him drinking away in the bar, swigging rum like it was water. Not today, though. Teague was Captain of the Misty Lady, and well respected for it too! He had his own house. Where his family and son lived. The ship just hovered off the shore when it wasn't in use, which was often. Captain Teague was soft inside, and a sucker for young children. He had his own 8 year old boy, named Jack Sparrow, a little rogue if he'd ever seen one! At the thought of his boy, Teague smiled and set down his tankard, standing up and heading towards the door, pulling his hat on as he went. People waved him goodbye, and Teague waved back. He was late home, and knew he'd be for it if he was any later. He stepped outside of the tavern and breathed in the fresh air. The air was a treat after being inside the stuffy tavern, and was always relished by Teague and his fellow pirates after a long drinking session. The pirate captain turned and walked down the street, occasionally waving to a friend hanging around the streets. Teague walked for a few minutes in silence, until the sound of rough, harsh breathing hit his ears. Maybe a drunk? Usually, Teague would just walk on, but for some reason, he felt like he shouldn't. He turned around, and noticed a small form huddled up against the wall. It was a little girl, dark skinned with long, lustrous black hair. She couldn't be that old, maybe 6 or 7? The pirate crouched down and touched the little girls arm, withdrawing his hand in an instant. She was icy cold!
Teague frowned and shook his head, thinking. Maybe he could take her back to his house? There was always room for one more in the Teague/Sparrow family, and Jack would do with a friend. Teague lifted up Anamaria, and padded off to the stone house down the road.
AN: twist! So Anamaria's been taken in by Jack's dad. How is this gonna turn out?