Disclaimer: I own the subtitle (Heart from the Sea), characters Chloe
Nichole Bradley (Morgan), Charlie Morgan Bradley, Constantine Bradley, and
Charles Bradley and Captain Morgan. Will Turner and Jack Sparrow and many
other characters belong to Disney. The idea belongs to Disney but this
story belongs to me!!! Dread Pirate Robert belongs to The Princess Bride!
Random Orlando Quote: "I've learned to wake up each morning and smell the roses and enjoy every
day as it comes. I never, ever grumble. Life's far too sweet to waste a
single day." - Orlando Bloom
Pirates of the Caribbean
Heart from the Sea
"Chloe! Chloe Nichole! Where are you?" My mother's voice carried about the ship, entering the lower decks. I ran through the ship examining its fascinating architecture. As my mother called after me, chasing my giggling voice, I raced around pretending to be chased by pirates. I had once heard of the great Dread Pirate Robert, who is famous for robbing and capturing Royal ships. He and his crew never failed in taking over a ship, and no one survived but a few fortunate lads who had jumped overboard.
As my imagination continued to take over my mind, the sudden shake of the ship knocked me to the floor. My mother had by then found me and was lying on the floor as well. Gunshots suddenly sounded, alarming my mother and I. She was of seven months pregnant by now, and to me it seemed as if she were as big as an elephant. At this time many loud noises from above were heard and the galloping down stairs startled us. My father was quick to bring us to our feet and take us to shelter.
"Darling, you need to stay low! I do not want you wondering above. You and your mother will stay here, and are not to say a word. Do you understand? No matter what, you stay put," I nodded at my fathers command.
He looked over meaningfully at my mother, "Constantine, darling, I love you. Take care of you and Chloe. NO matter what happens to me, carry on and live a proper life with the children," he told her glancing at his soon to be son inside my mother's wound.
"Charles, what do you mean? What is the matter? Please don't go!" Tears slid down her face, "What is going on?"
"P-I-R-A-T-E-S," he spelled out loud to my mother. Fortunately for me I was brighter than he thought. At the age of 11 I should most certainly know how to spell pirates.
My eyes went wide, "Pirates!"
My father's look dropped, "Now Chloe, remember what I told you. Chloe! Chloe!"
But it was no use; I was gone and headed for the stairs. My fascination had controlled my mind and I was off after the pirates. I could hear my parents coming after me, pleading me to stop. Before I reached the door to the top deck, I stopped and turned to look at my parents. My mother's tears were still falling, and my father looked very unnerved. I was just about to come down after thinking of what the pirates would do, when a cannon shot through the boat. My mother had all ready began to climb the stairs to get me, and we both once again landed on the floor below. But my father was a little more unfortunate and had been sent off with the force. He was hidden behind the debris, struggling with all his might to remove it. As we struggled to help him, the sudden act of hands covering our mouths and carrying us off was alarming. I kicked and screamed, fighting my hardest to escape.
"Parle," (A.N: sorry bout spelling!) My mother screamed an unfamiliar word as we were carried off and onto the Pirates' ship known as The Black Pearl.
"Arg!" sounded the assumed Captain of the Pirates, "What do we got here?"
"They ordered parle, Captain Morgan," explained a crew member. My mother was shocked, she went white, and her tears seemed to stop though her face remained wet. She couldn't speak her mouth still covered by the pirate's hand.
"Yer names missy?" The Captain questioned her.
"Constantine Bradley and my daughter Chloe," She replied quietly.
"Constantine, it is you then. Good woik (work) boys! Back to ye woik," he demanded of his men.
"Father? What does he mean, Mother?" I was completely stumped at his remark.
She sighed heavily, "He's your father. I knew him a long time ago when I was young and foolish. Only a few years older than you, about sixteen years of age, he was twenty or so. I wanted adventure, lust, and everything I wanted was within him. But that was before I met your father, well, Charles if I must, he found me and we grew to love each other. Oh, please, do not hate me for never telling you. It wasn't proper of me to have a daughter and not be married. It was better left unsaid for my husband's sake."
I didn't cry, I didn't yell, I only sat there quiet and not knowing what to say. My entire life was a lie, and now it was a mystery. I scanned my gaze over my mother and my real father.
Random Orlando Quote: "I've learned to wake up each morning and smell the roses and enjoy every
day as it comes. I never, ever grumble. Life's far too sweet to waste a
single day." - Orlando Bloom
Pirates of the Caribbean
Heart from the Sea
"Chloe! Chloe Nichole! Where are you?" My mother's voice carried about the ship, entering the lower decks. I ran through the ship examining its fascinating architecture. As my mother called after me, chasing my giggling voice, I raced around pretending to be chased by pirates. I had once heard of the great Dread Pirate Robert, who is famous for robbing and capturing Royal ships. He and his crew never failed in taking over a ship, and no one survived but a few fortunate lads who had jumped overboard.
As my imagination continued to take over my mind, the sudden shake of the ship knocked me to the floor. My mother had by then found me and was lying on the floor as well. Gunshots suddenly sounded, alarming my mother and I. She was of seven months pregnant by now, and to me it seemed as if she were as big as an elephant. At this time many loud noises from above were heard and the galloping down stairs startled us. My father was quick to bring us to our feet and take us to shelter.
"Darling, you need to stay low! I do not want you wondering above. You and your mother will stay here, and are not to say a word. Do you understand? No matter what, you stay put," I nodded at my fathers command.
He looked over meaningfully at my mother, "Constantine, darling, I love you. Take care of you and Chloe. NO matter what happens to me, carry on and live a proper life with the children," he told her glancing at his soon to be son inside my mother's wound.
"Charles, what do you mean? What is the matter? Please don't go!" Tears slid down her face, "What is going on?"
"P-I-R-A-T-E-S," he spelled out loud to my mother. Fortunately for me I was brighter than he thought. At the age of 11 I should most certainly know how to spell pirates.
My eyes went wide, "Pirates!"
My father's look dropped, "Now Chloe, remember what I told you. Chloe! Chloe!"
But it was no use; I was gone and headed for the stairs. My fascination had controlled my mind and I was off after the pirates. I could hear my parents coming after me, pleading me to stop. Before I reached the door to the top deck, I stopped and turned to look at my parents. My mother's tears were still falling, and my father looked very unnerved. I was just about to come down after thinking of what the pirates would do, when a cannon shot through the boat. My mother had all ready began to climb the stairs to get me, and we both once again landed on the floor below. But my father was a little more unfortunate and had been sent off with the force. He was hidden behind the debris, struggling with all his might to remove it. As we struggled to help him, the sudden act of hands covering our mouths and carrying us off was alarming. I kicked and screamed, fighting my hardest to escape.
"Parle," (A.N: sorry bout spelling!) My mother screamed an unfamiliar word as we were carried off and onto the Pirates' ship known as The Black Pearl.
"Arg!" sounded the assumed Captain of the Pirates, "What do we got here?"
"They ordered parle, Captain Morgan," explained a crew member. My mother was shocked, she went white, and her tears seemed to stop though her face remained wet. She couldn't speak her mouth still covered by the pirate's hand.
"Yer names missy?" The Captain questioned her.
"Constantine Bradley and my daughter Chloe," She replied quietly.
"Constantine, it is you then. Good woik (work) boys! Back to ye woik," he demanded of his men.
"Father? What does he mean, Mother?" I was completely stumped at his remark.
She sighed heavily, "He's your father. I knew him a long time ago when I was young and foolish. Only a few years older than you, about sixteen years of age, he was twenty or so. I wanted adventure, lust, and everything I wanted was within him. But that was before I met your father, well, Charles if I must, he found me and we grew to love each other. Oh, please, do not hate me for never telling you. It wasn't proper of me to have a daughter and not be married. It was better left unsaid for my husband's sake."
I didn't cry, I didn't yell, I only sat there quiet and not knowing what to say. My entire life was a lie, and now it was a mystery. I scanned my gaze over my mother and my real father.