She shut her eyes tight, scared that they might take the ax down on her at any moment. Though she always longed to meet pirates, and even be one, she didn't want this to be the circumstanse to which that happened. After all, someone standing over you with an ax wasn't exactly welcoming.
"Come on now, Miss, let's get you out of there." She finally opened her eyes, staring right at the obvious captain of the ship. He had long, black hair with beads and dreads tied in, and a tri-corner hat sitting atop it all. He grinned, showing a mouthful of golden teeth, and held out his hands to assist in getting her out.
"Thanks." She gingerly took his outstretched hands and allowed herself to be lifted from the now damaged crate. She stared back at it apprehensively, brushing herself off from the shower of wood chips she had gotten into earlier.
"You're just a little kid!" exclaimed one of the crew. Everyone's gaze was interrupted from the new addition to the ship by this comment, and they all went silent, staring at the outburst. The captain broke the silence.
"Well now, you must be hungry, love. How long have you been in that box of yours?" The thought just occured to her... that she had no idea. And it also occured to her that she was indeed very, very hungry.
"I think it's been days," she said truthfully. She had heard the same people come and go on the dock at least twice, and she had studied the people in Port Royal so much, that she was pretty sure she knew what she was talking about. Plus, she was unable to move without being in severe pain, as a result of being cramped up for days at a time.
"Alright, well, if yeh follow me, I'll get you somethin to eat," said the Captain. She contemplated how she was going to tell him that she couldn't move. She decided to suck it up and forced herself to take a step forward. 'Motivate and focus,' she thought to herself as she slowly placed one foot in front of the other, following the crew onto the deck.
"By the way, sir, what's your name?" she questioned. She liked to know who the people were that didn't hate her, because she knew too many that did.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service, love," he replied, noticing and seemingly enjoying the fact that she was having difficulty moving "Need some help, there?" she asked.
"No, I'll be fine. Best thing to do is just move," she stated, wincing at the soreness of her whole body. She really did long for some help, but she wasn't about to accept it from sone random... wait... Captain... Jack... SPARROW?!
"Wait.. Jack... Sparrow?!" she exclaimed loudly, causing the crew to jump and Jack himself to turn around and stare in surprise.
"The same," he said. "And it's Captain, love, Captain. Does that name ring a bell or something?"
"Yes, it does. Will always talked about you. With that girl. Elizabeth. I think that was her name..." Blank stares followed this comment. Creating awkward silences was a great passtime.
"Will... Turner, perhaps?" A look of comprehension dawned on her face. So all those stories that she had overheard will telling were true. He really had gone on an adventure with the Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Absolutely," she said. "And it makes so much more sense to me now..." She smiled to herself at her own stupidity. Will must have known Jack was coming. "How long have you been planning on coming to Port Royal?" she asked offhandedly.
"Well, we got a letter from dear William that there were to be a load of weapons shipped out. He didn't by chance... lie to us, did he?" A tinge of fear crossed her mind. She quickly remembered that Will had been making said load of weapons the day she had met him.
"No, there should be some in one of those boxes," she said, looking pointedly back down to the other crates which they had stolen.
"So, dear, where is it you came from? Always lived in Port Royal, have you?" They had reached the deck and were still meandering across it, but she suddently came to a hault with a twisted look on her face. It was very hard to remember back that long, for more reasons than one. It was such a long time ago... and it definitely wasn't the best time of her life, so she'd tried to block it out.
"I... I used to live somewhere else..." she thought aloud, trying very hard to remember. "It started with a T... err..." Something about not being able to remember pained her, even though she knew she'd rather forget. "Tur... no no, Ter... no..." It was on the tip of her tongue, but it just wouldn't come out. "Turtle... no no, that's not right either..."
"Do you remember what it was like?" Jack asked with a quirked eyebrow. She hesitated and thought for a moment before replying.
"Everyone was very odd... and it was always very smelly..." she paused to think agained as she reminisced about her earlier life in the smelly place with odd people. "And there were always a lot of drunks..."
"TORTUGA!" screamed Anna Maria. That definitely sounded familiar.
"Yes," she said bluntly. "That's it." She couldn't understand why Anna Maria knew the name of that place, but then again, it did seem like a great place for a pirate to be.
"You lived in Tortuga?" Jack questioned. His expression showed that of a man piecing together a pizzle, about to finally see the big picture. The little girl was confused, and stared at him, waiting for him to say something else. "Do you perhaps remember a man... name of John Decken? People called him Poop Deck." She immediately thought he was nuts. But then, after thinking about it, the name seemed offly familiar. Then, like lightning, her memories struck her brain.
"Wait... he wore a really large belt over his shoulder... and had a hat that was so worn out, it looked like he took a pistol to it..." She was shocked at how she could remember that. She looked up at Jack, who was smiling triumphantly. She resumed her thoughts alound. "And then there was a woman... she always wore this long scarlet colored dress with black boots. I forget her name... but she died with that man, John Decken. They were shot and killed..." Her head was swinning in distant memories. But now, they seemed like they were sneaking up on her, and she couldn't take that much thought in her mind at one time. She flung herself into a chair and placed her head in her hands, mumbling, "Why do I remember this now... why does that have anything to do with me..."
"You know, love, I believe I might be able to tell you exactly what they have to do with yeh." Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl, was grinning his golden little teeth out.
"Come on now, Miss, let's get you out of there." She finally opened her eyes, staring right at the obvious captain of the ship. He had long, black hair with beads and dreads tied in, and a tri-corner hat sitting atop it all. He grinned, showing a mouthful of golden teeth, and held out his hands to assist in getting her out.
"Thanks." She gingerly took his outstretched hands and allowed herself to be lifted from the now damaged crate. She stared back at it apprehensively, brushing herself off from the shower of wood chips she had gotten into earlier.
"You're just a little kid!" exclaimed one of the crew. Everyone's gaze was interrupted from the new addition to the ship by this comment, and they all went silent, staring at the outburst. The captain broke the silence.
"Well now, you must be hungry, love. How long have you been in that box of yours?" The thought just occured to her... that she had no idea. And it also occured to her that she was indeed very, very hungry.
"I think it's been days," she said truthfully. She had heard the same people come and go on the dock at least twice, and she had studied the people in Port Royal so much, that she was pretty sure she knew what she was talking about. Plus, she was unable to move without being in severe pain, as a result of being cramped up for days at a time.
"Alright, well, if yeh follow me, I'll get you somethin to eat," said the Captain. She contemplated how she was going to tell him that she couldn't move. She decided to suck it up and forced herself to take a step forward. 'Motivate and focus,' she thought to herself as she slowly placed one foot in front of the other, following the crew onto the deck.
"By the way, sir, what's your name?" she questioned. She liked to know who the people were that didn't hate her, because she knew too many that did.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service, love," he replied, noticing and seemingly enjoying the fact that she was having difficulty moving "Need some help, there?" she asked.
"No, I'll be fine. Best thing to do is just move," she stated, wincing at the soreness of her whole body. She really did long for some help, but she wasn't about to accept it from sone random... wait... Captain... Jack... SPARROW?!
"Wait.. Jack... Sparrow?!" she exclaimed loudly, causing the crew to jump and Jack himself to turn around and stare in surprise.
"The same," he said. "And it's Captain, love, Captain. Does that name ring a bell or something?"
"Yes, it does. Will always talked about you. With that girl. Elizabeth. I think that was her name..." Blank stares followed this comment. Creating awkward silences was a great passtime.
"Will... Turner, perhaps?" A look of comprehension dawned on her face. So all those stories that she had overheard will telling were true. He really had gone on an adventure with the Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Absolutely," she said. "And it makes so much more sense to me now..." She smiled to herself at her own stupidity. Will must have known Jack was coming. "How long have you been planning on coming to Port Royal?" she asked offhandedly.
"Well, we got a letter from dear William that there were to be a load of weapons shipped out. He didn't by chance... lie to us, did he?" A tinge of fear crossed her mind. She quickly remembered that Will had been making said load of weapons the day she had met him.
"No, there should be some in one of those boxes," she said, looking pointedly back down to the other crates which they had stolen.
"So, dear, where is it you came from? Always lived in Port Royal, have you?" They had reached the deck and were still meandering across it, but she suddently came to a hault with a twisted look on her face. It was very hard to remember back that long, for more reasons than one. It was such a long time ago... and it definitely wasn't the best time of her life, so she'd tried to block it out.
"I... I used to live somewhere else..." she thought aloud, trying very hard to remember. "It started with a T... err..." Something about not being able to remember pained her, even though she knew she'd rather forget. "Tur... no no, Ter... no..." It was on the tip of her tongue, but it just wouldn't come out. "Turtle... no no, that's not right either..."
"Do you remember what it was like?" Jack asked with a quirked eyebrow. She hesitated and thought for a moment before replying.
"Everyone was very odd... and it was always very smelly..." she paused to think agained as she reminisced about her earlier life in the smelly place with odd people. "And there were always a lot of drunks..."
"TORTUGA!" screamed Anna Maria. That definitely sounded familiar.
"Yes," she said bluntly. "That's it." She couldn't understand why Anna Maria knew the name of that place, but then again, it did seem like a great place for a pirate to be.
"You lived in Tortuga?" Jack questioned. His expression showed that of a man piecing together a pizzle, about to finally see the big picture. The little girl was confused, and stared at him, waiting for him to say something else. "Do you perhaps remember a man... name of John Decken? People called him Poop Deck." She immediately thought he was nuts. But then, after thinking about it, the name seemed offly familiar. Then, like lightning, her memories struck her brain.
"Wait... he wore a really large belt over his shoulder... and had a hat that was so worn out, it looked like he took a pistol to it..." She was shocked at how she could remember that. She looked up at Jack, who was smiling triumphantly. She resumed her thoughts alound. "And then there was a woman... she always wore this long scarlet colored dress with black boots. I forget her name... but she died with that man, John Decken. They were shot and killed..." Her head was swinning in distant memories. But now, they seemed like they were sneaking up on her, and she couldn't take that much thought in her mind at one time. She flung herself into a chair and placed her head in her hands, mumbling, "Why do I remember this now... why does that have anything to do with me..."
"You know, love, I believe I might be able to tell you exactly what they have to do with yeh." Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl, was grinning his golden little teeth out.