Unlikely Disguise
By Aimi Komori
Disclaimer still stands as of last chapter. ^-^
AN: ^^ Thanks for the reviews.
When it came to choosing Shadrach's name, I almost chose Larry, but then that made me think of a cable guy. ^^;; So I thought something 'shady' would do, so ditto Shadrach. ^___^
~*~
"...life ain't no beauty show, we don't know where tomorrow ends. And when we're sad. It's kind of a drag...."
'All I Need' by Matchbox 20
The ship swayed through the sea in a soothing way, but it no matter how soothing it was, the hearts onboard were no lulled by it.
Shadrach sat on her knees, a bucket of murky water on one side and a dirty former white rag in hand, idly scrubbing the upper deck. "Ugh...not again, you little dirty bastards..." She hated the fact as soon as she cleaned the deck those horrible birds would come out of nowhere and dirty it up as soon as she cleaned it. "Yo ho, a stickin pirates life is not for me..."
"What did yeh expect? Pretty girls, fine food and wine, and ballads about yeh..." Capt. Maritime, looking though he's spyglass no too far from her, He laughed.
'Pretty boys in my case,' She thought with a mental smirk and stood.
He stopped he's crazed laugh and gave her a look, "Where yeh be goin'?"
"Too get your breakfast and get the men there hangover drinks." Breakfast wouldn't be ready for another hour, but she had to get away from Maritime's annoying laugh and she really had to sober up the crew.
She entered the moderately large room of the cook to be hit with the smell of rotting food. It always smelled in there no matter how often she cleaned it.
She picked up a wooden table leg near the doorway. It had broken off the small writing table in the room a week ago and Shadrach found it quite useful for poking Thomas the cook awake. He had a mean morning temper.
Poke..... jab...jab...poke...
In a loud clear voice as she back away from the large body she cried out in a sing along sort of voice, "Good morin', good morin', good morin' to yoooouuuuuu!" Thomas rolled out of bed with a snort and a loud thud, "Yeh rotten maggot!!!" He cried as he tried to stand, but by the time he stood, Shadrach made a quick exit.
Now that the cook was awake, Shadrach could start helping the crew with it's hang over.
She opened a cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out two empty rum bottles, both were in hues of light blue and in black paint read, 'Hangover begone!" on each one.
She walked to where the crew lay with her empty rum bottles, and walked by and whack a crew members as she went by on the head, "Good morin', good morin', good morin' to yooouuuu...." She cried as she went about with her 'hangover get over bottles', along with it came cries of pain.
~*~
Flames and cannon fire erupted from Sabre and from Port Royale.
Most of the crew was on shore looting and the sorts. Shadrach herself stayed behind per orders and much to her relief.
Maritime laughed and he collapsed he's spyglass. "She'll be ours before day break, young Alderman!"
Shadrach leaned on the railing on the upper deck watching the fight, idly wondering how her life would have been. She could have been a lady that men fell head over heels in love with, or a pirate--well in a way she was one, but she never did pirate things. Unless cleaning and serving was a pirate kind of thing to do, she could be looting and drinking rum, or a artist. But not one of those things seemed appealing. One thing, she was sure she was no great beauty, her chest was probably not as feminine as most women's because of binding them so tightly to her self, she like the idea of stealing or killing, and lastly she was such a lousy artist that people usually mistaken her trees for Commodore Norrington.
She was throttled out of her thoughts when a cannon ball from Royale hit the lower part of the ship.
Maritime cursed and yelled for some to go down below and repair the damage.
Shadrach sat down and hugged her knees. "This is just a bad dream." She kept on repeating it until some point she fell asleep.
The amazing thing about Shadrach, no matter how bad the situation, she managed to fall asleep during them.
She spurted suddenly when something cold and wet hit her face, "Belay!!" She sat up, musty straw pieces were about her hair.
"Get up boy." The voice was cold and well educated.
She stood up, her eyes took a bit to adjust, but she did finally register she was in a cell. "Sink me..." She squeaked.
Beside Norrington on each side stood of him stood foot soldiers. "Indeed we will," He paused, "Your name boy."
"Shadrach Alderman is what I be known as. Cabin Boy of Maritime and formerly Cabin Boy of the Inconsequential." Shadrach came near to saying more, but decided against it.
"Indeed you are a pirate."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Nuh huh. Cabin Boy!"
"Pirate!"
"I be a lady! Ladies are not pirates!"
"Hah, impossible! Do I look like a imbecile?"
"No. Read my lips, giiirrrrrllll."
"Where are breast then, girl?"
Shadrach paused, now this will be awkward to explain.
TBC
Notice: Upcoming chapters will be more R-ish. ^^0
*bows* Once again, thank you for the reviews.
Please be kind, rewind--er review!!!
By Aimi Komori
Disclaimer still stands as of last chapter. ^-^
AN: ^^ Thanks for the reviews.
When it came to choosing Shadrach's name, I almost chose Larry, but then that made me think of a cable guy. ^^;; So I thought something 'shady' would do, so ditto Shadrach. ^___^
~*~
"...life ain't no beauty show, we don't know where tomorrow ends. And when we're sad. It's kind of a drag...."
'All I Need' by Matchbox 20
The ship swayed through the sea in a soothing way, but it no matter how soothing it was, the hearts onboard were no lulled by it.
Shadrach sat on her knees, a bucket of murky water on one side and a dirty former white rag in hand, idly scrubbing the upper deck. "Ugh...not again, you little dirty bastards..." She hated the fact as soon as she cleaned the deck those horrible birds would come out of nowhere and dirty it up as soon as she cleaned it. "Yo ho, a stickin pirates life is not for me..."
"What did yeh expect? Pretty girls, fine food and wine, and ballads about yeh..." Capt. Maritime, looking though he's spyglass no too far from her, He laughed.
'Pretty boys in my case,' She thought with a mental smirk and stood.
He stopped he's crazed laugh and gave her a look, "Where yeh be goin'?"
"Too get your breakfast and get the men there hangover drinks." Breakfast wouldn't be ready for another hour, but she had to get away from Maritime's annoying laugh and she really had to sober up the crew.
She entered the moderately large room of the cook to be hit with the smell of rotting food. It always smelled in there no matter how often she cleaned it.
She picked up a wooden table leg near the doorway. It had broken off the small writing table in the room a week ago and Shadrach found it quite useful for poking Thomas the cook awake. He had a mean morning temper.
Poke..... jab...jab...poke...
In a loud clear voice as she back away from the large body she cried out in a sing along sort of voice, "Good morin', good morin', good morin' to yoooouuuuuu!" Thomas rolled out of bed with a snort and a loud thud, "Yeh rotten maggot!!!" He cried as he tried to stand, but by the time he stood, Shadrach made a quick exit.
Now that the cook was awake, Shadrach could start helping the crew with it's hang over.
She opened a cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out two empty rum bottles, both were in hues of light blue and in black paint read, 'Hangover begone!" on each one.
She walked to where the crew lay with her empty rum bottles, and walked by and whack a crew members as she went by on the head, "Good morin', good morin', good morin' to yooouuuu...." She cried as she went about with her 'hangover get over bottles', along with it came cries of pain.
~*~
Flames and cannon fire erupted from Sabre and from Port Royale.
Most of the crew was on shore looting and the sorts. Shadrach herself stayed behind per orders and much to her relief.
Maritime laughed and he collapsed he's spyglass. "She'll be ours before day break, young Alderman!"
Shadrach leaned on the railing on the upper deck watching the fight, idly wondering how her life would have been. She could have been a lady that men fell head over heels in love with, or a pirate--well in a way she was one, but she never did pirate things. Unless cleaning and serving was a pirate kind of thing to do, she could be looting and drinking rum, or a artist. But not one of those things seemed appealing. One thing, she was sure she was no great beauty, her chest was probably not as feminine as most women's because of binding them so tightly to her self, she like the idea of stealing or killing, and lastly she was such a lousy artist that people usually mistaken her trees for Commodore Norrington.
She was throttled out of her thoughts when a cannon ball from Royale hit the lower part of the ship.
Maritime cursed and yelled for some to go down below and repair the damage.
Shadrach sat down and hugged her knees. "This is just a bad dream." She kept on repeating it until some point she fell asleep.
The amazing thing about Shadrach, no matter how bad the situation, she managed to fall asleep during them.
She spurted suddenly when something cold and wet hit her face, "Belay!!" She sat up, musty straw pieces were about her hair.
"Get up boy." The voice was cold and well educated.
She stood up, her eyes took a bit to adjust, but she did finally register she was in a cell. "Sink me..." She squeaked.
Beside Norrington on each side stood of him stood foot soldiers. "Indeed we will," He paused, "Your name boy."
"Shadrach Alderman is what I be known as. Cabin Boy of Maritime and formerly Cabin Boy of the Inconsequential." Shadrach came near to saying more, but decided against it.
"Indeed you are a pirate."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Nuh huh. Cabin Boy!"
"Pirate!"
"I be a lady! Ladies are not pirates!"
"Hah, impossible! Do I look like a imbecile?"
"No. Read my lips, giiirrrrrllll."
"Where are breast then, girl?"
Shadrach paused, now this will be awkward to explain.
TBC
Notice: Upcoming chapters will be more R-ish. ^^0
*bows* Once again, thank you for the reviews.
Please be kind, rewind--er review!!!
