"Captain! I think I found us a stow away!"
The girl wakes up as she is being dragged from the storage room where she had hid the night before.
"Damn myself for going to sleep," the girl thought to herself. The man hastily pulled her up to a standing position.
"Hey! Be more careful when you handle a lady!" she growled at him. He said nothing, though he did tighten his grip on her arms and he held them behind her.
The girl looked up and noticed a familiarly drunk man swagger towards her. It took her only a moment to recognize him.
"You! You dirty pirate! Give me back my father's sword at once! I could have you hung for what you did! Give it back to me right now!"
"Sword? What sword?"
"The one that hangs from your belt you idiotic fool!"
"Oh? This one? You like it?" He grinned when she glared at him. "Well, love. It's quite a beauty, yes, I agree. I found it the other night-"
"You liar! You didn't find anything! You stole it!"
"I did not!"
"You did too! Last night!"
"Well how would you know? It's not like you were there!"
"I was there! It was at my house! Let me speak to your captain at once!"
"My dear lady, don't you know who I am?
"No." He looked disturbed.
"M'lady, I'm Captian Jack Sparrow."
"So?"
"You've never heard of me?"
"No. Now if you'll please return my father's sword-"
"Well now, isn't that rude to not introduce yourself?" She sighed. She was very impatient and the man was not helping at all.
"I am Anakalia Elizabeth Smith, and you-"
"Elizabeth?" The man behind her loosened his grip. Anakalia turned and swung at him, hitting him in his right eye. He backed off. She turned back towards Jack.
"Return my father's sword!" By now many crew members had come over to see what was going on. Jack turned towards the girl, laughing. He stopped for a moment and looked at her. Something shiny dangled from her neck. He drew the sword and used it to examine the charm.
"What in the bloody hell.." Jack's voice trailed off as his eyes widened. "You're a bloddy witch!" He jumped back, as did the rest of the crew.
"I am not!"
"Then what in the bloody hell is that?!"
"It was my mother's! Now give me back my father's sword!"
"Why should I?" Anakalia had had enough. She took her father's book from her pocket and threw it at Jack, and then stormed off to a deserted part of the ship.
"Bloody, no good pirate," she mumbled as she sat down. It looked as though she may never get her father's sword back now.
The girl wakes up as she is being dragged from the storage room where she had hid the night before.
"Damn myself for going to sleep," the girl thought to herself. The man hastily pulled her up to a standing position.
"Hey! Be more careful when you handle a lady!" she growled at him. He said nothing, though he did tighten his grip on her arms and he held them behind her.
The girl looked up and noticed a familiarly drunk man swagger towards her. It took her only a moment to recognize him.
"You! You dirty pirate! Give me back my father's sword at once! I could have you hung for what you did! Give it back to me right now!"
"Sword? What sword?"
"The one that hangs from your belt you idiotic fool!"
"Oh? This one? You like it?" He grinned when she glared at him. "Well, love. It's quite a beauty, yes, I agree. I found it the other night-"
"You liar! You didn't find anything! You stole it!"
"I did not!"
"You did too! Last night!"
"Well how would you know? It's not like you were there!"
"I was there! It was at my house! Let me speak to your captain at once!"
"My dear lady, don't you know who I am?
"No." He looked disturbed.
"M'lady, I'm Captian Jack Sparrow."
"So?"
"You've never heard of me?"
"No. Now if you'll please return my father's sword-"
"Well now, isn't that rude to not introduce yourself?" She sighed. She was very impatient and the man was not helping at all.
"I am Anakalia Elizabeth Smith, and you-"
"Elizabeth?" The man behind her loosened his grip. Anakalia turned and swung at him, hitting him in his right eye. He backed off. She turned back towards Jack.
"Return my father's sword!" By now many crew members had come over to see what was going on. Jack turned towards the girl, laughing. He stopped for a moment and looked at her. Something shiny dangled from her neck. He drew the sword and used it to examine the charm.
"What in the bloody hell.." Jack's voice trailed off as his eyes widened. "You're a bloddy witch!" He jumped back, as did the rest of the crew.
"I am not!"
"Then what in the bloody hell is that?!"
"It was my mother's! Now give me back my father's sword!"
"Why should I?" Anakalia had had enough. She took her father's book from her pocket and threw it at Jack, and then stormed off to a deserted part of the ship.
"Bloody, no good pirate," she mumbled as she sat down. It looked as though she may never get her father's sword back now.