Quite Like You
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the scallywags or ships or quotes used.
Chapter 2: New Dawn
The orphanage was a dirty mess. The place smelled like hay and cooking spinach. It was dimly lit and the rooms were tiny. Half-fed children ran everywhere with only a few nuns to care for them.
Will turned to Corrie with a disgusted expression on his face. How could they live here until they came of age? Maybe he could get a job, rent a little room but most important how could they find their father. "I'm not an orphan." He said to Sister Beatrice. She was a crone with a big nose and skeptical eyes.
The nun smiled politely, "Well then, where are your parents?"
"My mother is dead—" Will started to say.
"How unfortunate!" Sister Beatrice said with no emotion.
Will sighed, "And my father sent us a letter to meet him in the Caribbean."
"Did he? Which island, may I ask?" She said waiting for the answer.
"He didn't say . . ." Will felt defeated.
The nun chuckled spitefully, "Well welcome to Port Royal Orphanage. There will be two meals a day if you want a third get it yourself. The boys sleep in the bedrooms with the blue doors and the girls sleep in the bedrooms with the red doors. You'll be provided with clothing . . . when it's donated. You must always be clean. And if you want a job half of your income must go to Father Anderson who provides for this orphanage." Will was in despair. How could they ever get out of here when this place was so corrupt.
"And where are the Father Anderson's quarters?" Will asked.
"He lives in the much larger house nearby." Sister Beatrice said. "Now, dears, off to your rooms!" She pointed them in opposite directions.
Corrie began to cry, "I've never been apart from my brother!" The nun sighed and muttered something.
"Go!" Will whispered but his eyes were full of loss and love.
Will watched Corrie go into her room. It was the second door on the right then he walked into his own. When he did he wished he had never laid eyes on it. There were about twenty boys ranging from ages four to fourteen and all cramped into the tiny room. There were no blankets or bed just floor covered in hay.
"Hey new boy!" said a tall teenager that reeked of sweat.
"Yes?" Will said.
"Do you have any food?" he asked.
"No. Do you?"
"Of course not. After making us work in the fields we were sent to bed without any supper."
"All because Tim here talked dirty to Miss Beatrice." Said another boy who pointed to Tim. He was a skinny lad huddled in a corner near a window with bars.
"What did he say?" Will asked.
"He said he wouldn't do that work because he was tired." The tall one said.
"Can't you guys get jobs?" Will asked.
"Unless we want to work for nothing. The only way to leave this place is to runaway or die." There were many murmurs in the darkened room.
"Does anyone have a candle?" Will asked.
"I have a match!" One boy said, handing it to Will. Will thanked him, lit the match and ventured off to see his sister.
Meanwhile, Corrie shivered in the moonlight. The other girls went to sleep after mumbling some meager hellos. She wondered if Will's room was like this, dirty and smelly.
"I wish I could disappear." She said to herself.
"We all do." Said an older girl with black curls.
"I wish we stayed in England." Corrie cried.
"England? You're from England!" The girl clapped her hands.
"Well, yes, but we came here looking for our father."
"You've got to be careful. The Sisters love catching children who lost their way and bringing them here. I'm Anne. That's how I came here. My parents gave up looking for me. Didn't even bother looking here."
"Oh. Well our father's a sailor. I told Sister Beatrice to tell him that we're waiting for him." Corrie said sadly.
"She'll do no such thing. She loves to keep us here. She says that we work for Father Anderson. But he doesn't exist. She works us until we're broken and everything we have goes to her pocket. She's not even a Sister!" Anne said angrily. "She sends the boys to work on a plantation. Works them hard, she does. And for us she makes us work as scullery maids even the little ones." Anne narrowed her eyes in frustration. Corrie bit her lip to stop herself from crying.
"Corrie?" A light came from the door way; a very small light. It was Will! She rushed at him.
"Corrie, we have to leave here. We wash up and look for jobs tomorrow." Will said. "Then we'll save our money and find someplace to live."
"Okay . . ." Corrie said sleepily. Now that her brother was here she was happy—content, even.
"Maybe you could sing? You do have a lovely voice." Will said hugging his sister.
"Please sing now, Corrie." Anne pleaded. Corrie smiled and sang a tune her mother once sang back in England . . .
"We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho."
"Pirates!" Will exclaimed. "Why sing of pirates, Corrie?" Will whispered.
The next morning Sister Winifred came in and shook the boys until they were awake. "Get out of bed you pack of worms!" She shouted.
Will groaned, "Sister! May I go into town and look for a job . . .?"
"The plantation is your job." Sister Winifred frowned.
"But Sister Beatrice said I could." Will hoped she would say yes.
"Fine then, but be back soon!" When everyone was leaving, Will pulled Corrie aside.
"Let's wash our clothes. We'll find a river and wash. Then we'll get a job. This is a new day!" Will said happily.
They ran out of the orphanage and into the trees searching for a tiny river. Corrie listened for water. "I hear some—that way!" The both ran.
It was a tiny pool of water with a tiny waterfall surrounded by plant life. The water was icy to touch but it felt good to have all the dirt and grime wash off. The two children splashed around in the water, laughing. All the cares seemed to wash away like the dirt had washed away.
Later that day they searched throughout the town to see if anyone needed any help at all. They walked pass a blacksmith shop with a sign that read, "Help Wanted".
"Hello?" Will said, peeking inside the shop.
A man carrying a large bottle of beer walked by, "What?"
"Can I work here, as an apprentice?" Will asked.
"How . . . old are you?" He asked.
"I'm Will Turner and I'm thirteen years old."
"Well then, here's two coins and get to work." He sat on a chair and dropped the bottle.
"That was easy . . ." Will said confused. He knew what a blacksmith did. He used to help out the Robinson's in England.
Corrie peered over Will's shoulder as he asked the blacksmith what he could do. The place smelled like stale alcohol and look like a pig sty. Corrie groaned and sat outside the shop. "I hate being left behind." She muttered. No one wanted a little girl to work for them. She pulled out a brass locket her mother gave her. Inside it was a picture of her father and her mother. "Mother, I just feel like I'm only tagging along. What if I could do something exciting and show Will, I'm not his pitiful sister."
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was bored to death. "Father, I want a friend! There's nothing to do here!" She complained. "Or if I had that book then . . ."
"No!" Her father snapped. "If I see that little girl from the ship . . .then you may ask if she can play, alright? But honestly, daughter, why can't you play with all your nice toys?"
"I'm not a baby." Elizabeth pouted as she stared out of the carriage window. Elizabeth examined the town of Port Royal. It was a hot sticky place with much commotion and such. But one thing stood out. A little girl with an angelic face and dirty curls sat on a bench outside of the blacksmith shop. "Father! Father! I see her!" Elizabeth pointed, smiling triumphantly.
Corrie also saw them and waved happily. "Good day, Elizabeth!'
"Come here, Corrie!" Elizabeth grinned. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for Will." Corrie shrugged.
Governor Swann asked. He looked Corrie up and down, from head to toe. She looked respectful enough and just about Elizabeth's age too. "Is your brother getting a job?"
"Yes sir."
"Fine young lad, he is." The governor chuckled to himself. "How would you like to, um, play with Elizabeth?
"Yes, sir." Corrie hugged Elizabeth, smiling.
"And you could work. We'd pay you."
"To play."
"Nothing of the sort but you'd be a maid and playmate for Elizabeth." He said, he felt bad for the child. She was on the streets all alone.
"Alright, I will. Let me tell my brother." She smiled and ran back into the shop with news for her brother.
Elizabeth finally had a friend. There were many new things happened this morning. She was in a new home, in a new world, with a new friend. It was new and yet familiar.
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A/N: I finally updated. Yes all the chapters will be pretty long. Please review. Captain Jack will appear soon! This is what I imagined Will's life would be like before the movie. Depressing, yes.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the scallywags or ships or quotes used.
Chapter 2: New Dawn
The orphanage was a dirty mess. The place smelled like hay and cooking spinach. It was dimly lit and the rooms were tiny. Half-fed children ran everywhere with only a few nuns to care for them.
Will turned to Corrie with a disgusted expression on his face. How could they live here until they came of age? Maybe he could get a job, rent a little room but most important how could they find their father. "I'm not an orphan." He said to Sister Beatrice. She was a crone with a big nose and skeptical eyes.
The nun smiled politely, "Well then, where are your parents?"
"My mother is dead—" Will started to say.
"How unfortunate!" Sister Beatrice said with no emotion.
Will sighed, "And my father sent us a letter to meet him in the Caribbean."
"Did he? Which island, may I ask?" She said waiting for the answer.
"He didn't say . . ." Will felt defeated.
The nun chuckled spitefully, "Well welcome to Port Royal Orphanage. There will be two meals a day if you want a third get it yourself. The boys sleep in the bedrooms with the blue doors and the girls sleep in the bedrooms with the red doors. You'll be provided with clothing . . . when it's donated. You must always be clean. And if you want a job half of your income must go to Father Anderson who provides for this orphanage." Will was in despair. How could they ever get out of here when this place was so corrupt.
"And where are the Father Anderson's quarters?" Will asked.
"He lives in the much larger house nearby." Sister Beatrice said. "Now, dears, off to your rooms!" She pointed them in opposite directions.
Corrie began to cry, "I've never been apart from my brother!" The nun sighed and muttered something.
"Go!" Will whispered but his eyes were full of loss and love.
Will watched Corrie go into her room. It was the second door on the right then he walked into his own. When he did he wished he had never laid eyes on it. There were about twenty boys ranging from ages four to fourteen and all cramped into the tiny room. There were no blankets or bed just floor covered in hay.
"Hey new boy!" said a tall teenager that reeked of sweat.
"Yes?" Will said.
"Do you have any food?" he asked.
"No. Do you?"
"Of course not. After making us work in the fields we were sent to bed without any supper."
"All because Tim here talked dirty to Miss Beatrice." Said another boy who pointed to Tim. He was a skinny lad huddled in a corner near a window with bars.
"What did he say?" Will asked.
"He said he wouldn't do that work because he was tired." The tall one said.
"Can't you guys get jobs?" Will asked.
"Unless we want to work for nothing. The only way to leave this place is to runaway or die." There were many murmurs in the darkened room.
"Does anyone have a candle?" Will asked.
"I have a match!" One boy said, handing it to Will. Will thanked him, lit the match and ventured off to see his sister.
Meanwhile, Corrie shivered in the moonlight. The other girls went to sleep after mumbling some meager hellos. She wondered if Will's room was like this, dirty and smelly.
"I wish I could disappear." She said to herself.
"We all do." Said an older girl with black curls.
"I wish we stayed in England." Corrie cried.
"England? You're from England!" The girl clapped her hands.
"Well, yes, but we came here looking for our father."
"You've got to be careful. The Sisters love catching children who lost their way and bringing them here. I'm Anne. That's how I came here. My parents gave up looking for me. Didn't even bother looking here."
"Oh. Well our father's a sailor. I told Sister Beatrice to tell him that we're waiting for him." Corrie said sadly.
"She'll do no such thing. She loves to keep us here. She says that we work for Father Anderson. But he doesn't exist. She works us until we're broken and everything we have goes to her pocket. She's not even a Sister!" Anne said angrily. "She sends the boys to work on a plantation. Works them hard, she does. And for us she makes us work as scullery maids even the little ones." Anne narrowed her eyes in frustration. Corrie bit her lip to stop herself from crying.
"Corrie?" A light came from the door way; a very small light. It was Will! She rushed at him.
"Corrie, we have to leave here. We wash up and look for jobs tomorrow." Will said. "Then we'll save our money and find someplace to live."
"Okay . . ." Corrie said sleepily. Now that her brother was here she was happy—content, even.
"Maybe you could sing? You do have a lovely voice." Will said hugging his sister.
"Please sing now, Corrie." Anne pleaded. Corrie smiled and sang a tune her mother once sang back in England . . .
"We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho."
"Pirates!" Will exclaimed. "Why sing of pirates, Corrie?" Will whispered.
The next morning Sister Winifred came in and shook the boys until they were awake. "Get out of bed you pack of worms!" She shouted.
Will groaned, "Sister! May I go into town and look for a job . . .?"
"The plantation is your job." Sister Winifred frowned.
"But Sister Beatrice said I could." Will hoped she would say yes.
"Fine then, but be back soon!" When everyone was leaving, Will pulled Corrie aside.
"Let's wash our clothes. We'll find a river and wash. Then we'll get a job. This is a new day!" Will said happily.
They ran out of the orphanage and into the trees searching for a tiny river. Corrie listened for water. "I hear some—that way!" The both ran.
It was a tiny pool of water with a tiny waterfall surrounded by plant life. The water was icy to touch but it felt good to have all the dirt and grime wash off. The two children splashed around in the water, laughing. All the cares seemed to wash away like the dirt had washed away.
Later that day they searched throughout the town to see if anyone needed any help at all. They walked pass a blacksmith shop with a sign that read, "Help Wanted".
"Hello?" Will said, peeking inside the shop.
A man carrying a large bottle of beer walked by, "What?"
"Can I work here, as an apprentice?" Will asked.
"How . . . old are you?" He asked.
"I'm Will Turner and I'm thirteen years old."
"Well then, here's two coins and get to work." He sat on a chair and dropped the bottle.
"That was easy . . ." Will said confused. He knew what a blacksmith did. He used to help out the Robinson's in England.
Corrie peered over Will's shoulder as he asked the blacksmith what he could do. The place smelled like stale alcohol and look like a pig sty. Corrie groaned and sat outside the shop. "I hate being left behind." She muttered. No one wanted a little girl to work for them. She pulled out a brass locket her mother gave her. Inside it was a picture of her father and her mother. "Mother, I just feel like I'm only tagging along. What if I could do something exciting and show Will, I'm not his pitiful sister."
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was bored to death. "Father, I want a friend! There's nothing to do here!" She complained. "Or if I had that book then . . ."
"No!" Her father snapped. "If I see that little girl from the ship . . .then you may ask if she can play, alright? But honestly, daughter, why can't you play with all your nice toys?"
"I'm not a baby." Elizabeth pouted as she stared out of the carriage window. Elizabeth examined the town of Port Royal. It was a hot sticky place with much commotion and such. But one thing stood out. A little girl with an angelic face and dirty curls sat on a bench outside of the blacksmith shop. "Father! Father! I see her!" Elizabeth pointed, smiling triumphantly.
Corrie also saw them and waved happily. "Good day, Elizabeth!'
"Come here, Corrie!" Elizabeth grinned. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting for Will." Corrie shrugged.
Governor Swann asked. He looked Corrie up and down, from head to toe. She looked respectful enough and just about Elizabeth's age too. "Is your brother getting a job?"
"Yes sir."
"Fine young lad, he is." The governor chuckled to himself. "How would you like to, um, play with Elizabeth?
"Yes, sir." Corrie hugged Elizabeth, smiling.
"And you could work. We'd pay you."
"To play."
"Nothing of the sort but you'd be a maid and playmate for Elizabeth." He said, he felt bad for the child. She was on the streets all alone.
"Alright, I will. Let me tell my brother." She smiled and ran back into the shop with news for her brother.
Elizabeth finally had a friend. There were many new things happened this morning. She was in a new home, in a new world, with a new friend. It was new and yet familiar.
*~*~*
A/N: I finally updated. Yes all the chapters will be pretty long. Please review. Captain Jack will appear soon! This is what I imagined Will's life would be like before the movie. Depressing, yes.