The next morning I awoke late. I washed up and went to the deck, only to find that the crew went to the island. Cecco (the handsom Italian) and Bill Jukes (who has a cats eye to replace his missing one) had stayed aboard, by Captains orders, to guard me with their lives. I was beginning to think James was getting over protective, what was I to him? Only a mother.
I went to starboard side, to enter the men's sleeping quarters, to collect items that needed to be mended. It was the first chore I performed every morning. I grabbed a basket I cleaverly weaved out of tree bark and branches, that Smee retrieved from the island, and began my journey to the other side of the ship. The silence was too loud. It is eerie to be on a silent pirate ship, it felt like the ship was plagued with a curse and I suddenly felt lonely. There was always yelling and talking going on, and all I heard was the wind whistling through out my ears. I got to starboard and looked over the edge, towards the island. I hadn't stepped foot on the island since Smee and Bill Jukes had brought me to the Jolly Roger. The wind blew through the trees, and the sun beat down on the sand. I thought about jumping into the water and swimming to the shore, but decided against it. It would upset James.
I retreated back to my cabin after collecting a mountain of work, more than usual, and busily started stitching. Five shirts, eight pockets, three knee holes, and seven socks later Smee lightly knocked on the door. He did not seem like a pirate. To me he seemed like the old man who sat in front of his building, stroking his pet cat, telling the neighborhood children stories and tales of lost times, "Oh, I did not know you were back from the island!" I responded cheerfully.
"Not all of us lass. The Cap'n and a few of the other men are behind finishing some business. The Captain ordered me to have you sign this document, to fully accept your duties as a shipmate. To abide by our rules, and to ally with no one but ourselves." I had always got the biggest kick out of his Irish accent.
"Why now?" I put down my stitching, "Ye see, lass," he had walked into my quarters and was looking over the parchment."the Cap'n forgot to get you to sign these when he took you out of the prisoners keep."
He explained that they had put me in the prisoner cell, because I was young and found on land, in fear I was allied with Peter. He also told me that every shipmate of the Jolly Roger must sign a parchment as a promise to be loyal under Captain James Hook. I shrugged and signed it: Kelly Pan.
I was still working on my first batch of sewing when the sun began to set. It was getting harder and harder for me to to see the eye of the needle, but I kept working, I was taking far too much time to complete this simple task. I was working on Black Murphy's red and grey shirt he had torn in a battle with that retched Peter, when the doors to my cabin flew open. I jumped and dropped the needle to the floor.
Skylights and Mullins barged into the room, accompanied by Smee. "What rights do you have to barge into a lady's bed chambers?" I retorted sourly.
Skylights and Mullins grabbed me by the arms. "Sorry lass, Captains orders are to take ye to prisoner cell." He replied and took off his hat, looking down at the floor.
"On what grounds? What have I done to be brought to prisoner chambers? Have I not done anything but help?" I yelled back at Smee, but the two pirates had dragged me to a different corridor.
I went to starboard side, to enter the men's sleeping quarters, to collect items that needed to be mended. It was the first chore I performed every morning. I grabbed a basket I cleaverly weaved out of tree bark and branches, that Smee retrieved from the island, and began my journey to the other side of the ship. The silence was too loud. It is eerie to be on a silent pirate ship, it felt like the ship was plagued with a curse and I suddenly felt lonely. There was always yelling and talking going on, and all I heard was the wind whistling through out my ears. I got to starboard and looked over the edge, towards the island. I hadn't stepped foot on the island since Smee and Bill Jukes had brought me to the Jolly Roger. The wind blew through the trees, and the sun beat down on the sand. I thought about jumping into the water and swimming to the shore, but decided against it. It would upset James.
I retreated back to my cabin after collecting a mountain of work, more than usual, and busily started stitching. Five shirts, eight pockets, three knee holes, and seven socks later Smee lightly knocked on the door. He did not seem like a pirate. To me he seemed like the old man who sat in front of his building, stroking his pet cat, telling the neighborhood children stories and tales of lost times, "Oh, I did not know you were back from the island!" I responded cheerfully.
"Not all of us lass. The Cap'n and a few of the other men are behind finishing some business. The Captain ordered me to have you sign this document, to fully accept your duties as a shipmate. To abide by our rules, and to ally with no one but ourselves." I had always got the biggest kick out of his Irish accent.
"Why now?" I put down my stitching, "Ye see, lass," he had walked into my quarters and was looking over the parchment."the Cap'n forgot to get you to sign these when he took you out of the prisoners keep."
He explained that they had put me in the prisoner cell, because I was young and found on land, in fear I was allied with Peter. He also told me that every shipmate of the Jolly Roger must sign a parchment as a promise to be loyal under Captain James Hook. I shrugged and signed it: Kelly Pan.
I was still working on my first batch of sewing when the sun began to set. It was getting harder and harder for me to to see the eye of the needle, but I kept working, I was taking far too much time to complete this simple task. I was working on Black Murphy's red and grey shirt he had torn in a battle with that retched Peter, when the doors to my cabin flew open. I jumped and dropped the needle to the floor.
Skylights and Mullins barged into the room, accompanied by Smee. "What rights do you have to barge into a lady's bed chambers?" I retorted sourly.
Skylights and Mullins grabbed me by the arms. "Sorry lass, Captains orders are to take ye to prisoner cell." He replied and took off his hat, looking down at the floor.
"On what grounds? What have I done to be brought to prisoner chambers? Have I not done anything but help?" I yelled back at Smee, but the two pirates had dragged me to a different corridor.