Yawn, I'm tired. I had exams for school today, and I have one more on monday and then it's SUMMER TIME FOR ME!!!!! yeah!


A gentle breeze blew over Martinique. The town had gathered for a meeting about keeping safe from new pirate attacks. Nobody noticed as a 16 year old girl snuck around in the back, looking down at the people's pockets. The girls eyes widened as she saw a big bulge in one of the men she was passings pocket. A small smile made it's way across her lips as she silently reached out and took the pouch of coins from the mans pocket. Had it not been for a blonde haired boy who was surveying the room, she would've gotten away with an easy reward for that day. But alas, the days of life can't always be luxurious. The blonde haired boy furrowed his eyes as he watched her begin to slip away from the unseen crime, but was just in time to yell for others to see her escape through the back door.

The girl was yet again Jennifer Lenning, running as fast she could from the town hall. She had heard the boy scream behind her, and needed to head for the woods that was just on the side of the town. Being young, she was quite fast for her age, but unfortunate for her, townspeople were in front of her and heard the shouts and pointing of a young fugitive. An old man appeared in front of her with a wicked grin set across his lips. He held a strong hand to her shoulder to stop her from continuing to the woods and spoke in a near dreadful voice. "Headed for the side of town now missy? Wouldn't want you to be missin' all the fun." His voice rang through her ears, and even worse was the deep groaning laughter that followed.

Several men in uniform showed up around Jennifer, as well as the young boy who had ratted out her crime in the first place. Another man in uniform showed up behind the boy, a triumphant smirk set upon his face. If she didn't see the slight height difference or the change of clothes, she would have thought the man and boy were the same. Most definitely father and son, with just about the same features. The man had a rather nicely defined jaw, with piercing light blue eyes. Just him staring at Jennifer gave her chills. He had a white wig atop his head, though you could see the light yellow eyebrows on his forehead. The boy looked the same, though a bit of a softer jaw line, and no wig. He seemed to look around Jennifer's own age, though obviously he was in better condition.

The father rested both his hands on the boys' shoulders and looked at him. The young boy, who's name was Timothy Blake, stared back up at his father, seeing the triumphant look on his fathers face. His father was apart of the Militia Soldiers, and he planned on joining once he was a little older. But now he was just a 16 year old boy who looked for crime to turn in at every corner. You might say that he was a bit of a brat, but being raised around such justice would make you start thinking even the littlest thing was a crime. Eventually the young man, Johnathan Blake, turned back to Jennifer, who was still being held firmly by the other man. He gave a small nod and the man backed away from her. He didn't think that this young woman would be stupid enough to try and escape while there were plenty of other officers surrounding her. Jennifer rubbed her shoulder and scowled at Johnathan, looking around the circle for a possible exit. It was Johnathan who was the first to speak, and he spoke in a cold, harsh tone. "Well now. I see we've now got our own little crook. Weren't trying to run away were you?" Timothy smiled triumphantly and crossed his arms over his chest at his fathers words.

At his own words, Johnathan came closer to Jennifer, looking her up and down. Not the youngest criminal he had seen, but rather rare was it for a child to be doing so. Mimicking his son, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow as he continued to examine the young girl. Eventually, Jennifer stopped fidgeting for an escape and looked at Johnathan straight in the eye. Giving one last scowl to her captor, she turned a little to Timothy, eyeing him viciously, and then looked back at Johnathan. "And it seems you've got your own little rat. Must run in the family, if you ask me. But to answer your earlier question, no I wasn't running away. What should I run away from? Your little boy here?"

Johnathan took a glance towards Timothy at the mention of him, then gave a little scowl towards Jennifer for insulting his son like that. He took a step closer to Jennifer and bent down to whisper harshly in her ear. "You'd best watch your mouth around me dearest; wouldn't want you thrown away without trial, just because of harassment." Jennifer turned her head from him at the warmth of his breath on her cheek. He was a scumbag, and his son didn't seem any different.

Johnathan nodded again, and the man from before grabbed hold of Jennifer once more. Jennifer squirmed about in his tight grip and managed to set herself free. The man was shocked from her even being able to escape his grip, that he didn't realize what happened next when she quickly punched him in the gut and made a run for it away from the group.

Timothy was the first to react to this brave attempt of escape, and was quickly after her. It did not take long for him to catch up to her and wrap his arms around her as if like a cage. The others were quick to follow, and Johnathan smiled viciously down at the struggling girl in his sons arms.

Jenny struggled nearly the whole way that they took her to the jail house, when she finally tired and started falling asleep in Timothy's arms, a look of disgust on his face as to having to now carry the filthy creature to her cell. None of the guards bothered to be quiet as they slammed her cell shut, instantly waking her up from her disturbing dreams. As the guards left, she looked around her new home in disgust, the floor made of dampdirt and moss. The others that surrounded her in the prison weren't the best crew you would want to hang out with in your spare time, most of them hookers or thieves as well as herself. But for now this place was going to be her home, and she'd have to deal with it until she was sentenced to be hung as how all good pirates ended. Jennifer collapsed on the filthy ground of her cell, and huffed in annoyance. More than half her life she had been going around stealing little knick knacks from people, never getting caught; and as far she knew, possibly not even getting noticed by others. Now this boy had to come along and ruin it all for her, just because she did some things a little differently to make a living. Well she wasn't going to let him win, she'd find a way out of this rotting place, just like all the other note worthy pirates, do you think they got famous from nothing? Of course not, they did things that went against the odds, and Jennifer was going to do the same.

A tap came to her cell and Jennifer snapped out of her day dreamings. Now how she longed to go back to them when she looked up to see who it was that had disturbed her. Timothy Blake, the snot nosed prat that had to go and tattle on her. How lucky he was that she was behind bars or she would've strangled him right there. Timothy had a smug look on his face as he tapped on her prison cell, and was quite satisfied when it seemed he had taken her from day dreaming, and left her with reality.

"Having fun in your new home? I promise this will only be temporary. Though I must admit the place you'll be going after this is much warmer." Timothy smirked at his own comment, proud to be able to taunt the prisoners like this. At his words Jennifer bolted up from where she had been sitting and ran over to the bars, striking her hand out through the spaces for him. Lucky for him, and unfortunately for her, he moved before she was able to grab hold of him. "Well then, I can see how it'll be. Don't worry, you'll get out soon enough." As soon as Timothy said this, he gave her a small wink and slowly went up the stairs from the prison.


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