Hey everyone! This is my first FanFic, based on a daydream I recently had.
Excuse the title, no one will understand it except West Wing fans, LoL.
Alright, please R&R!!
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Chapter I
"Another rum!", I said quite loudly, trying to make myself heard over the
clamor of the bar. I drank deeply, trying to forget the sorrow of Daniel
leaving me. It had been almost two weeks, but the pain was still strong.
"Why did it 'appen?", I demanded angrily of my goblet of rum.
"`Scuse me luv."
I jumped, "Hmm . . . This is on'y me second rum, I must be more drunk than
I thought.", I said, tapping the glass.
"Over `ere luv. To yer left." I looked around and saw a very strange
looking man. What struck me first was his hair, long black dreadlocks with
beads and such all in it, topped by a three-pointed hat. He had some sort of
black eyeshadow under his eyes. He smiled broadly, revealing lots of
fillings. He did some sort of strange, but rather amusing swagger. "How
much?", he asked, leaning closer.
I took a long intake of breath, as if to reply. Then I suddenly raised my
hand and slapped him. He kept his head poised to the side for a moment and
then said, "I may 'ave deserved tha'." I finished my rum in one long gulp
and stormed out of the bar.
"Hmph! That's the third time this week I've been mistaken for a prostitute!
Perhaps I'd better stop going to the bar. Or dressing like I do.", I said,
walking home. I arrived there and stopped briefly to pat my horse, Duchess,
and started to go inside. I then heard some dim yelling and breaking bottles
from inside the house. I sighed, "There they are, Mum an' Dad, at it again.
Like I'm going to put up wiv tha' tonight." I turned around and re-entered
the stable. "Alright Duch, looks like we're going to roam tonight." I threw
a bridle on her and swung on. We trotted away toward the heart of Port
Royal. We roamed the streets together, carefully picking our way through all
the passed out drunkards. "Eh. Not much to see here, girl, let's go to the
docks. I've always preferred it over there."
We came to the docks, and I immediately noticed a large ship that I'd never
seen before. We went up to it and I looked through one of the grubby
windows. About a dozen men were dancing with very sleazy looking women. I
listened to the song and recognized it as "A Pirate's Life". I gasped,
"They're pirates! I'd better go, before they see me!" I turned around and
nudged Duchess to a gallop. We had gotten halfway across the dock when a man
jumped out from behind a barrel. I was caught off guard, and was thrown from
Duchess as she reared. I felt the cold November water closing around me, and
struggled to swim back up. My dresses were too bulky and heavy; they just
dragged me down. Then everything started going black. The next thing that I
remembered was a pair of strong arms pulling me up to the surface.
~~~*~~~
I awoke and rubbed my eyes. "Wha' the bloody 'ell?!" I exclaimed. I was in
a grimy cell. The floor was slightly damp and everything seemed to be
swaying. "Must still be drunk." I stumbled over to the grimy window and to
my bewilderment I saw the ocean, and then all the memories of the previous
night flowed back to me. "They must have kidnaped me! Damn bloody pirates!"
I rattled the door on the cell, but as expected it didn't budge. I thought
frantically of how to escape, but by the look of things I was way out in the
middle of the Carribean so it would be hopeless even if I did escape. I sat
down on a small wooden bench, the only thing in the cell besides me. "Why am
I 'ere? I knew about their being pirates, but they could have let me drown.
Why save me? And why take me 'ere? It doesn't make sense!" I said angrily to
myself. I sighed loudly and stared out the small window.
About a half an hour later I heard someone descend the stairs. It was a
man, and he looked very familiar. I gasped loudly, remembering, "You're the
man from the bar! Why-"
"Now, now, luv no need to be alarmed. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm
Jack Sparrow, captain of this here ship, the Black Pearl.", he said, doing
that same swagger that he did the previous night, "I heard yeh yellin' to
yerself. We've kidnaped yeh because of the fine ransom we'll get from yer
parents. Now you-"
I interrupted, "Me parents? They don't have any money, and they probably
don't even want me back. Me Dad's just a bartender and me Mum's a maid. They
don't make any money."
He looked totally bewildered, "What?! Yer name is Anna Gossall, right? The
daughter of the fabulously wealthy Michael Gossall?"
"No. . . My name is Ameil Morgan. Why did you think me name was Anna?"
"When I pulled yeh out of the water, I asked yeh yer name, and yeh said
Anna Gossall! Now why'd yeh say that?!"
"Anna Gossall is a friend of mine, perhaps I thought you were her. She does
have a hat like yours. Mind you, I was barely conscious."
He sighed and then glowered, "Well tha's bloody stupid. Her father is going
to be rather confused, I already gave him the letter. Well what am I
supposed to do wif yeh now? I suppose I'll drop yeh off at Port Royal next
time we get there."
I thought quickly. I really didn't want to go home, and this was a perfect
chance for an adventure like I'd been dreaming about. "Please Captain
Sparrow, may I stay here? I know a lot about ships, my uncle was captain of
the Isabella. I was on that boat since I could walk. It's been a couple
years, he died when the Isabella sank, but I'll remember everything soon
enough."
"Hah! You, a pirate?", he laughed, "We don't just let any woman serve on
the Pearl. Hah! No, I think we'll drop yeh off back 'ome."
"Please? At least give me a chance! I can work on a ship!", I pleaded.
"Oh fine. Jack can't say no to a pretty lady.", he smiled and raised his
eyebrow, giving me a wink, "I'll give yeh a day. If yeh work out, you stay.
If yeh don't, you go 'ome. Yeh savvy?"
~~~*~~~
Excuse the title, no one will understand it except West Wing fans, LoL.
Alright, please R&R!!
~~~*~~~
Chapter I
"Another rum!", I said quite loudly, trying to make myself heard over the
clamor of the bar. I drank deeply, trying to forget the sorrow of Daniel
leaving me. It had been almost two weeks, but the pain was still strong.
"Why did it 'appen?", I demanded angrily of my goblet of rum.
"`Scuse me luv."
I jumped, "Hmm . . . This is on'y me second rum, I must be more drunk than
I thought.", I said, tapping the glass.
"Over `ere luv. To yer left." I looked around and saw a very strange
looking man. What struck me first was his hair, long black dreadlocks with
beads and such all in it, topped by a three-pointed hat. He had some sort of
black eyeshadow under his eyes. He smiled broadly, revealing lots of
fillings. He did some sort of strange, but rather amusing swagger. "How
much?", he asked, leaning closer.
I took a long intake of breath, as if to reply. Then I suddenly raised my
hand and slapped him. He kept his head poised to the side for a moment and
then said, "I may 'ave deserved tha'." I finished my rum in one long gulp
and stormed out of the bar.
"Hmph! That's the third time this week I've been mistaken for a prostitute!
Perhaps I'd better stop going to the bar. Or dressing like I do.", I said,
walking home. I arrived there and stopped briefly to pat my horse, Duchess,
and started to go inside. I then heard some dim yelling and breaking bottles
from inside the house. I sighed, "There they are, Mum an' Dad, at it again.
Like I'm going to put up wiv tha' tonight." I turned around and re-entered
the stable. "Alright Duch, looks like we're going to roam tonight." I threw
a bridle on her and swung on. We trotted away toward the heart of Port
Royal. We roamed the streets together, carefully picking our way through all
the passed out drunkards. "Eh. Not much to see here, girl, let's go to the
docks. I've always preferred it over there."
We came to the docks, and I immediately noticed a large ship that I'd never
seen before. We went up to it and I looked through one of the grubby
windows. About a dozen men were dancing with very sleazy looking women. I
listened to the song and recognized it as "A Pirate's Life". I gasped,
"They're pirates! I'd better go, before they see me!" I turned around and
nudged Duchess to a gallop. We had gotten halfway across the dock when a man
jumped out from behind a barrel. I was caught off guard, and was thrown from
Duchess as she reared. I felt the cold November water closing around me, and
struggled to swim back up. My dresses were too bulky and heavy; they just
dragged me down. Then everything started going black. The next thing that I
remembered was a pair of strong arms pulling me up to the surface.
~~~*~~~
I awoke and rubbed my eyes. "Wha' the bloody 'ell?!" I exclaimed. I was in
a grimy cell. The floor was slightly damp and everything seemed to be
swaying. "Must still be drunk." I stumbled over to the grimy window and to
my bewilderment I saw the ocean, and then all the memories of the previous
night flowed back to me. "They must have kidnaped me! Damn bloody pirates!"
I rattled the door on the cell, but as expected it didn't budge. I thought
frantically of how to escape, but by the look of things I was way out in the
middle of the Carribean so it would be hopeless even if I did escape. I sat
down on a small wooden bench, the only thing in the cell besides me. "Why am
I 'ere? I knew about their being pirates, but they could have let me drown.
Why save me? And why take me 'ere? It doesn't make sense!" I said angrily to
myself. I sighed loudly and stared out the small window.
About a half an hour later I heard someone descend the stairs. It was a
man, and he looked very familiar. I gasped loudly, remembering, "You're the
man from the bar! Why-"
"Now, now, luv no need to be alarmed. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm
Jack Sparrow, captain of this here ship, the Black Pearl.", he said, doing
that same swagger that he did the previous night, "I heard yeh yellin' to
yerself. We've kidnaped yeh because of the fine ransom we'll get from yer
parents. Now you-"
I interrupted, "Me parents? They don't have any money, and they probably
don't even want me back. Me Dad's just a bartender and me Mum's a maid. They
don't make any money."
He looked totally bewildered, "What?! Yer name is Anna Gossall, right? The
daughter of the fabulously wealthy Michael Gossall?"
"No. . . My name is Ameil Morgan. Why did you think me name was Anna?"
"When I pulled yeh out of the water, I asked yeh yer name, and yeh said
Anna Gossall! Now why'd yeh say that?!"
"Anna Gossall is a friend of mine, perhaps I thought you were her. She does
have a hat like yours. Mind you, I was barely conscious."
He sighed and then glowered, "Well tha's bloody stupid. Her father is going
to be rather confused, I already gave him the letter. Well what am I
supposed to do wif yeh now? I suppose I'll drop yeh off at Port Royal next
time we get there."
I thought quickly. I really didn't want to go home, and this was a perfect
chance for an adventure like I'd been dreaming about. "Please Captain
Sparrow, may I stay here? I know a lot about ships, my uncle was captain of
the Isabella. I was on that boat since I could walk. It's been a couple
years, he died when the Isabella sank, but I'll remember everything soon
enough."
"Hah! You, a pirate?", he laughed, "We don't just let any woman serve on
the Pearl. Hah! No, I think we'll drop yeh off back 'ome."
"Please? At least give me a chance! I can work on a ship!", I pleaded.
"Oh fine. Jack can't say no to a pretty lady.", he smiled and raised his
eyebrow, giving me a wink, "I'll give yeh a day. If yeh work out, you stay.
If yeh don't, you go 'ome. Yeh savvy?"
~~~*~~~
