Well, here is the next chapter, please enjoy! And you were all super close. I'm probably going to give a better hint in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own a single pirates of the Caribbean film, nor anything else for that matter.
Marina was sitting in her bedroom when her father burst in and slammed the door behind him. Immediately she turned to face her father whose eyes were wide and fearful. He was wearing a long black trench coat and had a bag over his shoulder.
"Daddy, what is it?" Marina asked, dropping the book she had in her hand on the vanity in front of her.
"Marina," Her father whispered, running towards her. He threw his arms around his daughter and pulled her into is chest tight and kissed her forehead.
"What's going on?" Marina asked, her voice muffled because she was pressed into her father's chest.
"We need to leave," He said rapidly, pulling away and putting both of his hands on her tiny shoulders. "We have to go, right now,"
"Leave?" Marina asked. "But-but why?"
"I'll explain of the way," Philip told her and stood, turning and reaching into his bag and pulling out a handful of clothing. "Go put these on, alright?"
Marina nodded and took the clothing from her father, running towards the small folding wall that she changed behind of so many times. She pulled off her delicate pink night gown and threw it on the floor then grabbed what looked like a shirt. It was long, the sleeves reaching towards her wrists and was a dark red. Quickly, she put it over herself and then put on a long pair of trousers. They were about her size, but they were obviously meant for a boy. And lastly she put on a pair of thick socks and dark black boots.
Except for her long dark hair, she looked exactly like she was a boy. No, she kind of looked like a pirate. She walked out from behind the wall and saw her father standing there holding a long black coat smaller than his and a hat.
"Daddy?" Marina asked, as her father handed her the long black jacket. It reached past her waist and a few inches up from her knees and the sleeves kissed her fingertips. . "Why am I dressed like this?"
"You have to stay hidden," Philip told her, kneeling down. "Put your hair in a braid, alright? And then hid it all in this hat,"
Marina nodded again, a bit more unsurely this time and went over to her vanity and grabbed her brush, then carefully started twirling her hair into a braid. When she was done she took the hat from her father. It was a basic black cap and it hit her log hair well, except for the few wisp of hair that peeked out from the brim of the cap.
"Finally, Marina started at herself in the mirror. She looked like a small boy, maybe a cabin boy and then she saw her father standing next to her, and she turned and locked eyes with him.
"What happened?" Marina asked.
Her father dropped his gaze and sighed. "Marina, we need to leave, tonight. People are coming here to-"
There was a loud crash from down below. Since her rom was on the top floor, she was able to hear a lot of the goings on in the rooms down below, but this was one was the loudest and the clearest. Someone was breaking into the house.
"They're here," The clergyman whispered and ran towards the window in Marina's room. He opened it quickly and then looked over the edge then back at his daughter. "Marina, I'm going to jump out here and then I want you to,"
His daughter nodded. "Alright,"
She watched silently as her father lifted his legs out of the window and disappeared and then ran to the edge. It was about a seven foot drop, yet her father was standing there perfectly at ease, his arms open ready to catch her.
"Jump!" Her father told her and she took a deep breath throwing her legs over the edge. Footsteps echoed behind her and she finally released the cool stone window still and felt herself wiz through the air and finally her father caught her in his arms.
Quickly, he put her down and grabbed her hand, pulling her down the dark winding ally through the night. Not a lot of people were out there, a few men going from one bar to the next or woman of the night and no one really paid much attention to man running with his son down the street.
"Where are we going?" Marina asked as they slowed to a walk. She had a lot of questions to ask her father at the moment, but this one seemed the most appropriate.
"To find someone who can take us to White Capp Bay," Her father replied curtly, still walking swiftly down the road.
"White Capp Bay?" Marina exclaimed softly.
Her father nodded.
"How do you think we'll get there?" Marina asked, nearly tripping over a small rock.
"I know someone who might be able to take us there," Philip told her.
. . .
They stopped at a dark door illuminated by many lights inside, through the window Marina could see many different people drinking and dancing.
"Are you sure about this?" Marin asked uncertainly, looking at her father under the brim of the cap.
"If he's anywhere, he'll probably be here," Philip told her and held out his hand. "Hold onto me, alright?"
Marina nodded. "Yes, of course,"
Her father opened the door to the pub and they walked inside and Marina got her first glimpse of the life of a sinner.
Men and women alike surrounded the place, and it seemed like everyone had a drink in hand. Some were even singing drunken ill formed tones while others played instruments. Marina kept her eyes forward, not even daring to look around more than necessary.
"This way," Philip told her, releasing her hand and pulling her by the shoulder a hard left. Here was a large stair case built into the wall that Marina started walking up with her father close behind her.
"Heard he has a whole arsenal." A young man whispered furiously to his friend. "Over a dozen ships,"
"I heard he's been to the fountain of youth, before the Spanish army destroyed the whole thing," A girl with long blonde curls and a lot of makeup was saying while sitting on the lap of an elder gentleman who seemed to be passed out.
"Is that who were looking for?" Marina whispered, still walking forward.
"Yes," Philip said surely.
"Come on then," A deep gruff voice called. "Who'll sign up next to be a part of Captain Jack Sparrow's crew?"
Marina burst out into a circle of people, all surrounding an older man with mutton chops that were gray with age and a pair of solemn blue eyes. He was standing in front of a table where a man with long dark brown dread locks and a pirate's hat dipped forward while hits feet were crossed at the ankles on the tabletop.
"Is that him?" Marina whispered, taking a step back and bumbling into a boy who pushed her forward. Marina landed on her hands and knees in the middle of the room where no one dared step forward. The gray haired man stared down at her curiously and held out his hand.
"Well, lad, willing to join the crew?" He asked gruffly.
"I-uh-I-mean-I," Marina stammered, standing up on her own.
"We're not looking to join," Her father called and appeared right behind her, and surprisingly he was smiling. "We're looking for a ship. And what better ship to take us than one of Captain Jack Sparrow,"
The man behind the table stopped leaning and stood, his eyes wide and then his mouth turned into a toothy grin. "Clergyman, I've been wondering when I'd see you again,"
Yay, Captain Jack Sparrow, I've been dying to add him into the story, now I can have peace. Please review!