Back in her bedroom Sarah felt like bursting into tears - why would Jack
not take her with him? But she didn't cry, she was upset yes, but she was
angry. Jack, when he had come back to Port Royal, had been a good person.
The last time he had come she remembered complaining about Captain
Norrington. Back then Norrington would follow her everywhere, Sarah used to
hide down at the docks but he soon learnt all her hiding places and Jack
had helped her to find new ones.
She smiled at all of the memories. When Jack visited he would bring her beautiful gold and silver jewellery, or would just spend hours retelling old pirate stories. She loved pirate stories, especially ones that Jack had personally been involved in, or her parents' adventure. She would sit so still just so she wouldn't miss a word. One of her favourites had always been of Jack's impersonating the cleric. Before this visit he would come into Port Royal almost every year, or every second. When he did not return the last time Sarah would sit by her window for hours, hoping to see the Black Pearl's sails again.
She would spend so long daydreaming, pretending she was part of Captain Jack Sparrow's crew, fighting off evil pirates and finding long, lost treasure. "Not that I'll ever get to do that," She said aloud to the empty room. A knock at the door made her jump. "Who is it?" She asked, hoping it was Jack, coming to say he was sorry and that he'd take her with him. "It's Lucille miss, I just wanted to know if you were needing some help getting ready for bed," Her maid called from outside her door. "Come in."
"It is a lovely night isn't it miss?" Lucille asked as she folded down the bed sheets. "Yes, it is," Sarah replied as she slipped into the bed. "It must be awfully wonderful to see that Jack Sparrow has returned once more - you must be thrilled," The maid smiled. "Yes, thrilled," Sarah repeated as she settled down, yawning as the maid fixed up one of the sheets. "Well, goodnight miss, pleasant dreams," Lucille said before turning to leave. "Goodnight Lucille."
After Lucille left Sarah didn't feel much like sleeping. She threw back her covers and crept over to the window and opened it. The moonlight shone through, eerily illuminating her room and the soft, gentle breeze blew on the curtains, making them dance. She felt restless every time she looked at that large body of water. "Pirate's blood flows in my veins," She whispered to the moon. "I will sail on a pirate's ship one day."
An idea had begun growing in her head, it was a little crazy, that she'd admit but it seemed like a perfect solution to her problem. Pirate's blood flowed in her veins, she felt restless every time she looked at the water, she would sail on a pirate's ship, and nothing was going to stop her this time. All she needed was a plan, a very well thought out plan. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me," She smiled before closing her window and slipping back into her bed. Tomorrow she would start on her plan.
She smiled at all of the memories. When Jack visited he would bring her beautiful gold and silver jewellery, or would just spend hours retelling old pirate stories. She loved pirate stories, especially ones that Jack had personally been involved in, or her parents' adventure. She would sit so still just so she wouldn't miss a word. One of her favourites had always been of Jack's impersonating the cleric. Before this visit he would come into Port Royal almost every year, or every second. When he did not return the last time Sarah would sit by her window for hours, hoping to see the Black Pearl's sails again.
She would spend so long daydreaming, pretending she was part of Captain Jack Sparrow's crew, fighting off evil pirates and finding long, lost treasure. "Not that I'll ever get to do that," She said aloud to the empty room. A knock at the door made her jump. "Who is it?" She asked, hoping it was Jack, coming to say he was sorry and that he'd take her with him. "It's Lucille miss, I just wanted to know if you were needing some help getting ready for bed," Her maid called from outside her door. "Come in."
"It is a lovely night isn't it miss?" Lucille asked as she folded down the bed sheets. "Yes, it is," Sarah replied as she slipped into the bed. "It must be awfully wonderful to see that Jack Sparrow has returned once more - you must be thrilled," The maid smiled. "Yes, thrilled," Sarah repeated as she settled down, yawning as the maid fixed up one of the sheets. "Well, goodnight miss, pleasant dreams," Lucille said before turning to leave. "Goodnight Lucille."
After Lucille left Sarah didn't feel much like sleeping. She threw back her covers and crept over to the window and opened it. The moonlight shone through, eerily illuminating her room and the soft, gentle breeze blew on the curtains, making them dance. She felt restless every time she looked at that large body of water. "Pirate's blood flows in my veins," She whispered to the moon. "I will sail on a pirate's ship one day."
An idea had begun growing in her head, it was a little crazy, that she'd admit but it seemed like a perfect solution to her problem. Pirate's blood flowed in her veins, she felt restless every time she looked at the water, she would sail on a pirate's ship, and nothing was going to stop her this time. All she needed was a plan, a very well thought out plan. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me," She smiled before closing her window and slipping back into her bed. Tomorrow she would start on her plan.