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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Authors Note!!! A lil something you should know: Chloe is from Ireland its not until later that her father lives in the Caribbean- She is kidnapped on
her way back to Ireland.
Chapter 3: Almost a full month passed, and my mother was beginning to have problems with the baby, the pain being so intense. Of course it was a day of madness aboard the Black Pearl, wind blowing furiously. The crew scurried about, getting to their orders. Thunder suddenly crashed and at the same time, my mother fell to her knees.
"Constantine," Captain alerted us that something was wrong with the way he called to her. I looked over to see her lying on the floor, holding her stomach.
"Mother," I cried out. It had been weeks since I had truly spoken to her with concern. I was at her side in no time, questioning her as to why she fell.
"My water. the baby, it's coming," she sobbed out in pain.
"It's coming?" I was panicked, but thought quickly, "What do I need?"
"Blankets, hot water, possibly a knife," I looked at her, my eyes wide at the idea of needing a knife for the procedure.
"Mother." I began to say.
Captain did the orders, "Ye heard her, off with ya! We need blankets, hot water and a knife, git to it ye scalawags!"
"If something happens to me, get the baby out." I looked down not wanting to think of my mother's death. Jack then suddenly appeared and grabbed my hand.
"Come on C-gull, ye can do it."
The rain poured, the thunder crashed, the lightning struck and the waves lapped up against the ship. My mother struggled to push the baby out, it didn't seem like she was quite emotionally ready. But she had no choice, the baby was coming whether she wanted him to or not.
"Push," I ordered of my mother. She tried her hardest, having little success in bringing out the baby.
She looked at me; it had been hours ago when she started pushing and the baby had barely budged. Its head was the only thing sticking out; the rest seemed to be stuck.
"Chloe, you have to save the baby. I can't go on any longer," her voice was soft, and her eyes were heavy.
"No! You have to push, don't give up mother!" I demanded, but her eyes were nearly closed now.
"Raise him to be a good boy. tell him his mother and his father love him everyday. and never forget I love you." Her eyes shut but she still was slightly breathing.
"Constantine!" cried the captain.
She lifted her eyes lids slightly, "James, part of my heart will always be yours, and it always has. Take care of our daughter, and help her with my son." Her eyes were closed, and her last breath blew out across her lips.
I hated to do it, but I knew she wanted it, "Knife." The entire crew was silent their heads hung, but their eyes were upon me surprised that I would do it. "I said knife!" Jack's hand found mine, knife and all. ***************************** "Wah!" cried Charlie once again. I slowly walked to his cradle, lifting him up to me.
"Couldn't sleep? Yeah, I know the feeling," I whispered to him as I hushed him to quiet. The night I cut him from my mother's wound still lay with me. I was amazed that I had actually gone through with it, but I suppose it was actually Jack who kept me going.
I named the baby Charles after his father, calling him Charlie for short. His middle name was Morgan, so a part of my father was in him, too. After all, as of now, my father would be the closest thing to a father he has. I quietly crept with him to the ships stern, looking out over the water. In the far distance was the victim of the next Black Pearl attack, quietly wading in the sea, never expecting the upcoming blow.
I hoped we would be stopping at a port sometime soon. The dress that I have been wearing since I first came aboard is now ratty looking and I need to change my wardrobe to fit in properly on the ship. That way I will be less likely to be kidnapped if they don't know I'm a woman. I also have to find something to use as clothing for Charlie. I was hoping to be able to make new clothes for the entire crew. I then thought of the last time we stopped in at a port. William Turner remained in my mind, how sweet he was even though I barely knew him. I often would wake of the reoccurring dreams of that night when he slipped overboard with the intruder. I still had hope that he was alive and well, but it seemed impossible. A 13 year old boy escaping a man of at least 25 seemed impossible. Now Jack getting a way seemed a little more likely since he was 15, but poor Will, not exactly the strongest boy, trying to fight off an older man with nothing but his own two fists. I tensed up as I heard footsteps behind me, thinking about the last time I was up there alone, I was scarred to death it would happen again and no one would be there to save me.
"Thinking about William?" It was Boot-strap Bill; I was surprised that it wasn't Jack considering it was another crew member and not an intruder.
I sighed softly,"How did you know?"
"Because I'se seen that look in someone else's eyes before, missing her "William,"' He explained to me but I was still slightly confused.
"Her "William?"' I looked over at him.
"Ye don't know the entire story of ye mother and father, do ye?"
"No, not everything."
"Yer mother was the daughter of Dread Pirate Robert, one of the most famous pirates in the world. It was a shame when he died."
My eyes were wide, trying to think of my mother being a pirate, but I didn't speak a word, just sat listening intently.
"James Morgan came aboard when she was about your age. They fell in love the moment they met, but they didn't know it then. She was young when he got her pregnant only 16 or 17. Well, yer grandpappy did not approve of that. He sent James away, banning him from the ship. Her heart broke and she would often look the way you do when you come to the deck at night. Only leaving a note to tell us she had left, she asked Dread Pirate Robert to allow Morgan back. She knew he would have been the next Captain if it weren't for her. She said she didn't love him and it wasn't even his baby, but a man's she had met when we were at port. So she left, and found her way to Ireland. To this day only one person knows how she did it, and they probably would have been killed if discovered but fortunately they weren't."
I smiled at him, "You knew, and you didn't tell. You helped her out."
He grinned childishly, "I gave it away that easily? Yeah, well, your mother and I were close. I was always there for her and took care of her. We were best friends, a lot like you and Jack."
"So, she just left and picked a guy out of the crowd?" I asked kind of upset by the thought.
"No, she really had run into a guy when we were at a port in Ireland , and he was interested in her but she would have never left James and the life she had come to know unless she had to. So when she got to Ireland, I gave her what I had and she bought respectable clothes and wooed him. They fell in love, your mother learning to love another in order to be happy. She did it for her first love, the man she gave herself to. But she also loved Charles, you see after she left we still managed to communicate in secret and I too soon left to have my family. I had all ready had William by the time you were born but I had left him and my wife back home. I didn't think that to be proper so I went home to take care of them the right way."
I nodded understanding now, and felt bad for the way I had treated my mother before she died. I prayed she would forgive me and I knew she did. It was like I could feel some of my guilt lift off my shoulders.
He went to turn away and go as if he had done what he was to do, but I had to ask him a question for myself, "Boot-strap?"
He whipped back around, "Yes C?"
"Why did you just let them leave with William missing? Didn't you care he was out there with some stranger who could have killed him?"
"Of course I cared. But there is a code to follow and I am not the Captain on this boat. Besides in my heart I knew he had a good foot ahead of the man." He smiled thinking of the knife blade he had given his son knowing he would not fail in using it.
Boot-strap walked away heading for his quarters, and I looked down to see Charlie fast asleep.
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are, you all kick ASS!!!
Authors Note!!! A lil something you should know: Chloe is from Ireland its not until later that her father lives in the Caribbean- She is kidnapped on
her way back to Ireland.
Chapter 3: Almost a full month passed, and my mother was beginning to have problems with the baby, the pain being so intense. Of course it was a day of madness aboard the Black Pearl, wind blowing furiously. The crew scurried about, getting to their orders. Thunder suddenly crashed and at the same time, my mother fell to her knees.
"Constantine," Captain alerted us that something was wrong with the way he called to her. I looked over to see her lying on the floor, holding her stomach.
"Mother," I cried out. It had been weeks since I had truly spoken to her with concern. I was at her side in no time, questioning her as to why she fell.
"My water. the baby, it's coming," she sobbed out in pain.
"It's coming?" I was panicked, but thought quickly, "What do I need?"
"Blankets, hot water, possibly a knife," I looked at her, my eyes wide at the idea of needing a knife for the procedure.
"Mother." I began to say.
Captain did the orders, "Ye heard her, off with ya! We need blankets, hot water and a knife, git to it ye scalawags!"
"If something happens to me, get the baby out." I looked down not wanting to think of my mother's death. Jack then suddenly appeared and grabbed my hand.
"Come on C-gull, ye can do it."
The rain poured, the thunder crashed, the lightning struck and the waves lapped up against the ship. My mother struggled to push the baby out, it didn't seem like she was quite emotionally ready. But she had no choice, the baby was coming whether she wanted him to or not.
"Push," I ordered of my mother. She tried her hardest, having little success in bringing out the baby.
She looked at me; it had been hours ago when she started pushing and the baby had barely budged. Its head was the only thing sticking out; the rest seemed to be stuck.
"Chloe, you have to save the baby. I can't go on any longer," her voice was soft, and her eyes were heavy.
"No! You have to push, don't give up mother!" I demanded, but her eyes were nearly closed now.
"Raise him to be a good boy. tell him his mother and his father love him everyday. and never forget I love you." Her eyes shut but she still was slightly breathing.
"Constantine!" cried the captain.
She lifted her eyes lids slightly, "James, part of my heart will always be yours, and it always has. Take care of our daughter, and help her with my son." Her eyes were closed, and her last breath blew out across her lips.
I hated to do it, but I knew she wanted it, "Knife." The entire crew was silent their heads hung, but their eyes were upon me surprised that I would do it. "I said knife!" Jack's hand found mine, knife and all. ***************************** "Wah!" cried Charlie once again. I slowly walked to his cradle, lifting him up to me.
"Couldn't sleep? Yeah, I know the feeling," I whispered to him as I hushed him to quiet. The night I cut him from my mother's wound still lay with me. I was amazed that I had actually gone through with it, but I suppose it was actually Jack who kept me going.
I named the baby Charles after his father, calling him Charlie for short. His middle name was Morgan, so a part of my father was in him, too. After all, as of now, my father would be the closest thing to a father he has. I quietly crept with him to the ships stern, looking out over the water. In the far distance was the victim of the next Black Pearl attack, quietly wading in the sea, never expecting the upcoming blow.
I hoped we would be stopping at a port sometime soon. The dress that I have been wearing since I first came aboard is now ratty looking and I need to change my wardrobe to fit in properly on the ship. That way I will be less likely to be kidnapped if they don't know I'm a woman. I also have to find something to use as clothing for Charlie. I was hoping to be able to make new clothes for the entire crew. I then thought of the last time we stopped in at a port. William Turner remained in my mind, how sweet he was even though I barely knew him. I often would wake of the reoccurring dreams of that night when he slipped overboard with the intruder. I still had hope that he was alive and well, but it seemed impossible. A 13 year old boy escaping a man of at least 25 seemed impossible. Now Jack getting a way seemed a little more likely since he was 15, but poor Will, not exactly the strongest boy, trying to fight off an older man with nothing but his own two fists. I tensed up as I heard footsteps behind me, thinking about the last time I was up there alone, I was scarred to death it would happen again and no one would be there to save me.
"Thinking about William?" It was Boot-strap Bill; I was surprised that it wasn't Jack considering it was another crew member and not an intruder.
I sighed softly,"How did you know?"
"Because I'se seen that look in someone else's eyes before, missing her "William,"' He explained to me but I was still slightly confused.
"Her "William?"' I looked over at him.
"Ye don't know the entire story of ye mother and father, do ye?"
"No, not everything."
"Yer mother was the daughter of Dread Pirate Robert, one of the most famous pirates in the world. It was a shame when he died."
My eyes were wide, trying to think of my mother being a pirate, but I didn't speak a word, just sat listening intently.
"James Morgan came aboard when she was about your age. They fell in love the moment they met, but they didn't know it then. She was young when he got her pregnant only 16 or 17. Well, yer grandpappy did not approve of that. He sent James away, banning him from the ship. Her heart broke and she would often look the way you do when you come to the deck at night. Only leaving a note to tell us she had left, she asked Dread Pirate Robert to allow Morgan back. She knew he would have been the next Captain if it weren't for her. She said she didn't love him and it wasn't even his baby, but a man's she had met when we were at port. So she left, and found her way to Ireland. To this day only one person knows how she did it, and they probably would have been killed if discovered but fortunately they weren't."
I smiled at him, "You knew, and you didn't tell. You helped her out."
He grinned childishly, "I gave it away that easily? Yeah, well, your mother and I were close. I was always there for her and took care of her. We were best friends, a lot like you and Jack."
"So, she just left and picked a guy out of the crowd?" I asked kind of upset by the thought.
"No, she really had run into a guy when we were at a port in Ireland , and he was interested in her but she would have never left James and the life she had come to know unless she had to. So when she got to Ireland, I gave her what I had and she bought respectable clothes and wooed him. They fell in love, your mother learning to love another in order to be happy. She did it for her first love, the man she gave herself to. But she also loved Charles, you see after she left we still managed to communicate in secret and I too soon left to have my family. I had all ready had William by the time you were born but I had left him and my wife back home. I didn't think that to be proper so I went home to take care of them the right way."
I nodded understanding now, and felt bad for the way I had treated my mother before she died. I prayed she would forgive me and I knew she did. It was like I could feel some of my guilt lift off my shoulders.
He went to turn away and go as if he had done what he was to do, but I had to ask him a question for myself, "Boot-strap?"
He whipped back around, "Yes C?"
"Why did you just let them leave with William missing? Didn't you care he was out there with some stranger who could have killed him?"
"Of course I cared. But there is a code to follow and I am not the Captain on this boat. Besides in my heart I knew he had a good foot ahead of the man." He smiled thinking of the knife blade he had given his son knowing he would not fail in using it.
Boot-strap walked away heading for his quarters, and I looked down to see Charlie fast asleep.