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!
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Chapter 2: Days passed, and each day I pushed my mother farther away. I realized that this was the real way my life was supposed to be, and I was going to have to get used to it. Even though I was angry at my parents, I missed my father and my old life. I missed bathing regularly, having a warm bed and God knew I wasn't used to being around so many men. Of course, I was positive my father would be out searching the seas for us as soon as he got home to Ireland.
The upcoming night our ship would be pulling into the harbor of Tourtuga. Supposedly new men were joining the crew, and would be meeting us there. I was treated like a princess by my real father and his crew, but it was not nearly as great as the way I was treated before. But for being aboard a Pirate ship somewhat a hostage, I was treated almost better than Captain himself. Even though I was still a bit frightened, I enjoyed the adventurous life of a pirate. My mother on the other hand was well on her way to having the baby, and was very sick at this time. Even though I felt bad for her condition, I was still incredibly pissed at her for keeping something like this a secret to me for so long. My mind raced still, and the anchor lowering did not startle me, now being accustomed to it.
"Coming C-gull," Captain Morgan called me by new nickname.
"Coming Captain," I responded and slowly walked over to him and the crew. My mother came to join us, but the Captain thought differently.
"Constantine, ye can't take da risk of you getting hurt. Go on, to ye quarters." My mother's eyes looked at me, big and scarred.
"Mother, I will be fine, father wouldn't let anything happen to me, would he?" And with that I left my mother and two of the crew members behind and joined my father at his side. ******************* The new crew was large, and many were sent away for various reasons. I noticed two young men who I assumed were with their fathers. One was short, with curly brown hair reaching his earlobes. His eyes were dark chocolate brown, and he didn't exactly seem to fit in as a "pirate" but his father seemed to be quite famous with the crew and my father. The other young man seemed to be a bit older, he too had brown hair. His was longer to about his shoulders, and his eyes were brown but a grey hazy brown. Both were as I had heard people say "handsome," even though the one was quite rough looking.
We made our way back to the Pearl, surprised to see it was under attack. Luckily, it seemed that the fight had just begun and we were not too late.
"C'mon lads, to the ship! We're under attack!!" Captain ordered us. Before my father could run off with his men, he stopped to tell us,"C-gull, take them to your mother's quarters. Take care of your mother; boys take care of my daughter."
With that he was gone, and I scurrying off to my mothers corridor. We ducked pass the bullets and cannons, and snuck below to the lower deck. "Mother?" I asked the quiet room we had entered.
"C?" she questioned back.
"It's me, and two new crew members." I sat at her side on the bed, lighting two bed side candles, revealing the four of our faces.
"Mother this is. I'm sorry I'm unaware of your names," I apologized for my ignorance.
"Jack Sparrow, at ye service," the scraggly one introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Mister Sparrow," My mother greeted him slightly giggling at his ways. She smiled knowing he was going to make a great pirate. She turned to the other boy, "And you, sir?"
"Will Turner, the son of." he began but my mother stopped him.
"Boot-strap Bill, well it's a pleasure to meet you Mister Turner. What fine pirates ye both shall make. I am Mrs. Constantine Bradley," she introduced herself.
"And I am Chloe "C-gull" Morgan, the daughter of Captain Morgan himself," I stated proudly to the two new pirates. Before anyone could reply we heard complete silence, the ship seemed to be empty.
"Children, shh!" my mother begged us for our silence.
"What's going on?" we all puzzled but my mother seemed to know all too well what was happening.
"I'm going up to see what's going on," Jack told us as he opened the door.
"Me too, wait Jack I'm coming with you," I told him standing to join him.
I heard my mother's pleads to come back, but I ignored her. When we got on deck, we crept to the side to look out. Our crew was most certainly gone, but was now aboard the other ship. A sudden noise spun us both around and we could see Will standing in the doorway.
"Will?" I asked but just then something over came us; a man not from our crew had us both by the arms.
"Chloe, Jack!" he yelled and with great force charged our attacker. The attacker loosened his grip, and I fell free skidding across the floor. Jack fought free, but now Will was in trouble. I ran back punching the man in hopes he would let Will go, but to my dismay he held on tight. I saw the glistening metal of what I assumed was a knife or gun. I ran towards it, gripping the weapon which I discovered to be a gun. I aimed it at the man but before I could do anything he flung Jack back, knocking him out, and jumped overboard. Will was still fighting, trying to release the man's grip but to no avail he remained in capture of the attacker.
"Will," I cried out, and it carried over the sea. I could see him turning to me. But before I could say anything my mother came and carried me off and Will was forever lost to me. ************** The crew returned not much later, and I had hoped one had seen Will and saved him. My wish was not granted and I feared he now lay at the bottom of Davie Jones locker.
"Father, Captain, where's Will? Didn't you see him? Why didn't you save him?" I asked a number of questions to him and the crew.
"Darling, I'm sorry but the Pirates Code is to be followed. Any man that falls behind is left behind," He told me turning away.
"But he saved me! And Jack," I said but no one listened, not even Boot- strap Bill. I looked out over the sea and could still see the burning ship the Pearl's crew had just defeated. There was no way Will had survived, if his attacker didn't kill him, the fire would have. unless he made it to shore. It seemed unlikely, but in the bottom of my heart I hoped, prayed, and wished he was all right. **********
"Let me go!" William struggled with his attacker. He was surprised that they didn't board the other ship, but instead head for a deserted cave on the island. Then he remembered what his father had given him. Slowly he reached for his boot; inside he carefully pulled out the blade. He raised it behind the man's back and stuck into his flesh, ripping it out to repeat the course of action. Quickly he made off, running for the port he had boarded the Pearl at. She was gone with her crew aboard, with Chloe aboard. Sadly he turned, but that's when he noticed the shiny article that lay on the dock. He picked it up, noticed it was a locket, and opened it up to reveal a picture of Chloe and her family. It said on the back "Chloe Nichole Bradley with love Dad." At first he was stumped, Chloe said her last name was Morgan, and her father is Captain Morgan. This man in this photo wasn't her father, but it was her mother. He was puzzled but simply stuffed the locket in his pocket and took off for the main city. ****************** That was the day I realized being a pirate wasn't all fun and games. It was serious business, and I couldn't take it lightly. I had to listen to the orders I was given, if I had done that William would still be with us. But because of our foolishness, he is gone and I will never see him again. I took up a more serious, unhappy tone, distancing myself from everyone.
I found myself sitting on the crow's nest, crying to myself. I didn't know why exactly, for many reasons I suppose. When Jack climbed up, his presence remained unnoticed.
"What's the matter, love?" Startled, I looked up ready to attack the intruder, but when I saw it was him I loosened up and allowed him to stay.
"Nothing. everything. I don't know, Jack."
"C'mon what is it?"
"I miss my father," I told him not thinking he wouldn't understand.
"What do ye mean? He's jist below deck with ye mother." "No I mean my mother's husband. Captain Morgan is my father, but not my mother's husband. Ye see I grew up not knowing who my real father was. I thought it was Charles Bradley, my mother's husband, but it turns out he isn't my father. I was on a ship with my family on our way back to Ireland, when our ship was taken over by pirates, Morgan and the Pearl's crew." I confided my life story to Jack. He seemed uninterested though he listened to every word.
"Well, I'se here and I'll help you out. I'll take care of you." I smiled to him and soon was put to sleep by the gentle cradle of the water.
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Chapter 2: Days passed, and each day I pushed my mother farther away. I realized that this was the real way my life was supposed to be, and I was going to have to get used to it. Even though I was angry at my parents, I missed my father and my old life. I missed bathing regularly, having a warm bed and God knew I wasn't used to being around so many men. Of course, I was positive my father would be out searching the seas for us as soon as he got home to Ireland.
The upcoming night our ship would be pulling into the harbor of Tourtuga. Supposedly new men were joining the crew, and would be meeting us there. I was treated like a princess by my real father and his crew, but it was not nearly as great as the way I was treated before. But for being aboard a Pirate ship somewhat a hostage, I was treated almost better than Captain himself. Even though I was still a bit frightened, I enjoyed the adventurous life of a pirate. My mother on the other hand was well on her way to having the baby, and was very sick at this time. Even though I felt bad for her condition, I was still incredibly pissed at her for keeping something like this a secret to me for so long. My mind raced still, and the anchor lowering did not startle me, now being accustomed to it.
"Coming C-gull," Captain Morgan called me by new nickname.
"Coming Captain," I responded and slowly walked over to him and the crew. My mother came to join us, but the Captain thought differently.
"Constantine, ye can't take da risk of you getting hurt. Go on, to ye quarters." My mother's eyes looked at me, big and scarred.
"Mother, I will be fine, father wouldn't let anything happen to me, would he?" And with that I left my mother and two of the crew members behind and joined my father at his side. ******************* The new crew was large, and many were sent away for various reasons. I noticed two young men who I assumed were with their fathers. One was short, with curly brown hair reaching his earlobes. His eyes were dark chocolate brown, and he didn't exactly seem to fit in as a "pirate" but his father seemed to be quite famous with the crew and my father. The other young man seemed to be a bit older, he too had brown hair. His was longer to about his shoulders, and his eyes were brown but a grey hazy brown. Both were as I had heard people say "handsome," even though the one was quite rough looking.
We made our way back to the Pearl, surprised to see it was under attack. Luckily, it seemed that the fight had just begun and we were not too late.
"C'mon lads, to the ship! We're under attack!!" Captain ordered us. Before my father could run off with his men, he stopped to tell us,"C-gull, take them to your mother's quarters. Take care of your mother; boys take care of my daughter."
With that he was gone, and I scurrying off to my mothers corridor. We ducked pass the bullets and cannons, and snuck below to the lower deck. "Mother?" I asked the quiet room we had entered.
"C?" she questioned back.
"It's me, and two new crew members." I sat at her side on the bed, lighting two bed side candles, revealing the four of our faces.
"Mother this is. I'm sorry I'm unaware of your names," I apologized for my ignorance.
"Jack Sparrow, at ye service," the scraggly one introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Mister Sparrow," My mother greeted him slightly giggling at his ways. She smiled knowing he was going to make a great pirate. She turned to the other boy, "And you, sir?"
"Will Turner, the son of." he began but my mother stopped him.
"Boot-strap Bill, well it's a pleasure to meet you Mister Turner. What fine pirates ye both shall make. I am Mrs. Constantine Bradley," she introduced herself.
"And I am Chloe "C-gull" Morgan, the daughter of Captain Morgan himself," I stated proudly to the two new pirates. Before anyone could reply we heard complete silence, the ship seemed to be empty.
"Children, shh!" my mother begged us for our silence.
"What's going on?" we all puzzled but my mother seemed to know all too well what was happening.
"I'm going up to see what's going on," Jack told us as he opened the door.
"Me too, wait Jack I'm coming with you," I told him standing to join him.
I heard my mother's pleads to come back, but I ignored her. When we got on deck, we crept to the side to look out. Our crew was most certainly gone, but was now aboard the other ship. A sudden noise spun us both around and we could see Will standing in the doorway.
"Will?" I asked but just then something over came us; a man not from our crew had us both by the arms.
"Chloe, Jack!" he yelled and with great force charged our attacker. The attacker loosened his grip, and I fell free skidding across the floor. Jack fought free, but now Will was in trouble. I ran back punching the man in hopes he would let Will go, but to my dismay he held on tight. I saw the glistening metal of what I assumed was a knife or gun. I ran towards it, gripping the weapon which I discovered to be a gun. I aimed it at the man but before I could do anything he flung Jack back, knocking him out, and jumped overboard. Will was still fighting, trying to release the man's grip but to no avail he remained in capture of the attacker.
"Will," I cried out, and it carried over the sea. I could see him turning to me. But before I could say anything my mother came and carried me off and Will was forever lost to me. ************** The crew returned not much later, and I had hoped one had seen Will and saved him. My wish was not granted and I feared he now lay at the bottom of Davie Jones locker.
"Father, Captain, where's Will? Didn't you see him? Why didn't you save him?" I asked a number of questions to him and the crew.
"Darling, I'm sorry but the Pirates Code is to be followed. Any man that falls behind is left behind," He told me turning away.
"But he saved me! And Jack," I said but no one listened, not even Boot- strap Bill. I looked out over the sea and could still see the burning ship the Pearl's crew had just defeated. There was no way Will had survived, if his attacker didn't kill him, the fire would have. unless he made it to shore. It seemed unlikely, but in the bottom of my heart I hoped, prayed, and wished he was all right. **********
"Let me go!" William struggled with his attacker. He was surprised that they didn't board the other ship, but instead head for a deserted cave on the island. Then he remembered what his father had given him. Slowly he reached for his boot; inside he carefully pulled out the blade. He raised it behind the man's back and stuck into his flesh, ripping it out to repeat the course of action. Quickly he made off, running for the port he had boarded the Pearl at. She was gone with her crew aboard, with Chloe aboard. Sadly he turned, but that's when he noticed the shiny article that lay on the dock. He picked it up, noticed it was a locket, and opened it up to reveal a picture of Chloe and her family. It said on the back "Chloe Nichole Bradley with love Dad." At first he was stumped, Chloe said her last name was Morgan, and her father is Captain Morgan. This man in this photo wasn't her father, but it was her mother. He was puzzled but simply stuffed the locket in his pocket and took off for the main city. ****************** That was the day I realized being a pirate wasn't all fun and games. It was serious business, and I couldn't take it lightly. I had to listen to the orders I was given, if I had done that William would still be with us. But because of our foolishness, he is gone and I will never see him again. I took up a more serious, unhappy tone, distancing myself from everyone.
I found myself sitting on the crow's nest, crying to myself. I didn't know why exactly, for many reasons I suppose. When Jack climbed up, his presence remained unnoticed.
"What's the matter, love?" Startled, I looked up ready to attack the intruder, but when I saw it was him I loosened up and allowed him to stay.
"Nothing. everything. I don't know, Jack."
"C'mon what is it?"
"I miss my father," I told him not thinking he wouldn't understand.
"What do ye mean? He's jist below deck with ye mother." "No I mean my mother's husband. Captain Morgan is my father, but not my mother's husband. Ye see I grew up not knowing who my real father was. I thought it was Charles Bradley, my mother's husband, but it turns out he isn't my father. I was on a ship with my family on our way back to Ireland, when our ship was taken over by pirates, Morgan and the Pearl's crew." I confided my life story to Jack. He seemed uninterested though he listened to every word.
"Well, I'se here and I'll help you out. I'll take care of you." I smiled to him and soon was put to sleep by the gentle cradle of the water.
So how was it? Guys and Dolls email me or im me with all criticism. Thanks a lot! Love ya all!! -Britt