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 4: William was now 19 years of age, living on an island just about an hour from Tourtuga working as an apprentice for a blacksmith. He made swords perfectly, never getting anything wrong. He had also trained himself to use one, so that he could use it if ever needed. The door to the shop opened, and he placed yet another sword down.
"Hello, Sir, how may I help you?" He greeted the customer.
"Yes, I need an order of about 25 military swords, like this if possible," he told Will showing off his prized sword that hung at his side. On it was engraved "Sir Charles Bradley."
"I can do that, and by when, Mister Bradley?" He asked assuming he was Mister Bradley.
"A week if possible, can you do that? Of course my name is not to be engraved on these."
"No, of course not, yes I can get you that order by then. They will be ready on Tuesday the 17th? Is that okay by you, Sir?"
"Yes, that's splendid young man. You can deliver them to the Fort up on the hill there. You know where, do you not?"
"Yes, Mister Bradley. Your order of 25 military swords will be delivered by dinner time on the Tuesday the 17th." Charles Bradley nodded his head and showed himself the way out.
William waited until the man was gone before he sat and pulled out the locket. "Chloe Nichole Bradley love Dad," is what it read and the picture was a match to the man who had just exited the shop. Did he finally find a key to Chloe? He had waited years and had tried to forget about her, but now he had hope. He had a reason to think about her, he had a key back into her life. But she was most likely still at sea, unless her father and the military had found her and her mother. He would have to wait until the following week to find out anything. ********************************* Jack pulled himself up, the sun now shining in through the windows. I stretched out now free of his covering body. I guess you could say that we had become a couple in a way. I was glad my father did not object, but of course after hearing of his story with my mother I knew he could not say anything about us. Jack and I had become more serious and a few weeks ago he started "staying" with me. I thought about how my father had ended up getting my mother pregnant, and was hoping the same wouldn't happen to me. After seeing my mother die during delivery it scarred me to death about having my own. Raising the child did not worry me, for I had all ready raised one.
"Good morning, Love," Jack greeted me as my eyes fluttered open to stare at his rough face. His skin was tan, his eyes dark, and his hair at its maximum length.
"Good morning to you, Jack," I replied smiling. I pulled myself from the bed, pulling my pants back up, and tucking my long night shirt (which I also wore everyday) inside them. Jack still lye there, his shirt missing and gazing at me as I continue to fix my attire. His sculpted chest and abs lay exposed to the world; I bent down to kiss his welcoming lips when the door swung open.
"C-Gull!!" Charlie exclaimed bursting through my doors. Jack moaned in exasperation, as I turned to glare at my brother who was more like my son.
"Charlie, what do you want?" I asked annoyed. He entered further into the room, sitting himself down on the bed with us. He didn't answer my question; only sat there humming a song to himself. I rolled my eyes at his childish acts, as I obviously was "busy."
"Charlie!"
"Hmm?"
I groaned, "What do ye want?"
"Nothing, Father just said to come down here and get Jack." I raised myself slowly, letting Jack get up as well. I pushed Charlie out of the room ahead of us and gave Jack a quick kiss before following my brother to the boats deck.
The Black Pearl's crew was rushing about attending to their duties by the time we got up. I stood alongside Jack as he talked with Captain Morgan, my father. I had changed in the six years that had passed. I no longer thought about bathes, warm beds, or cared about my clothes. My khaki pants were dirt stained, my white blouse had rips in it, and my hair was high on my head, hidden by my hat. My face had dirt and coal smeared across my cheeks; I was as rough as they come and just as tough. I never found myself awake crying, and had tried my best to forget about William Turner, who was the only thing that could keep me from sleeping . besides Jack.
"We spotted a ship up ahead, looked to be a British Military ship. We are preparing for an attack tonight. Jack I need you to help me with how we should go about this and who should come and go. C, get on the weapons; load all the guns, sharpen the swords, and get cannon balls set out for each cannon. Young Charles, get on up to the "Nest" and be on the lookout for any intruding ships," Captain finished with his orders and dismissed Charles and I.
I went straight to work, getting everything done as quickly as possible. Before I knew it, I was making food for dinner and serving the starving men. During, which Captain gave out our orders for the attack.
"Gibbs, C-gull, Charlie." He gave the list of people who would stay on the Pearl.
"Father, why must I stay on the Pearl?" I asked annoyed at his decision.
"Please, not now C-Gull," He said moving on, "Boot-strap, Jack, you are also coming with me. Now does everyone understand what their duties are?"
"No! Why must I stay here? Hmm? You better not say it's because I'm a lass! I can take care of myself! I'm just as strong as the rest of you pirates," I complained.
"No, that's not it. You will be the "Captain" of the Pearl while we are aboard the other ship. Is that okay with you?"
I rolled my eyes, "Fine but next time, Jack can stay aboard to play "Captain."'
"Can I truly trust Jack with my ship? I'm afraid he might maroon me and take off with my Pearl," He replied chuckling. I glared at Jack and my father and the rest of the crew as they commented on a woman being in charge. I threw the food down and left.
I stood at the bow of the ship, watching the rest of the sun set and the grey hazy fog take over the sky. The crew would be moving out soon, taking over the other ship in the distance. Soon, I felt Jack's arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight. He kissed my neck and I smiled at the thought of his caress.
"Ya all right, love?"
I nodded, "Yeah, be careful over there."
"Uh-huh," he mumbled once again kissing my neck.
"Jack," I giggled his name, but soon I heard the crew pile onto the deck. We stopped our kisses, but continued to embrace as the crew gathered round. We all stood quietly, glaring out at the sea as the next victim of The Black Pearl came into view.
"Anchor on the starboard side," Captain Morgan ordered his men. Quickly two men snapped to it, as the rest of us continued to look on. Not much more time passed before we were all once more moving quickly about the ship. Lowering small row boats for the part of the crew that would be going to the British ship. Soon, the Black Pearl's crew was divided; half rowing to a foreign ship, the others watching them off and preparing the cannons.
xoxo Vixen xoxo
Hey Guys and Dolls!! Remember to REVIEW!! Orlando or Johnny dipped in chocolate for reviewers!! But remember only to Reviewers- and reviewers you gotta share!!! Lol- I love you all. Fanfic.net writers no matter who you
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 4: William was now 19 years of age, living on an island just about an hour from Tourtuga working as an apprentice for a blacksmith. He made swords perfectly, never getting anything wrong. He had also trained himself to use one, so that he could use it if ever needed. The door to the shop opened, and he placed yet another sword down.
"Hello, Sir, how may I help you?" He greeted the customer.
"Yes, I need an order of about 25 military swords, like this if possible," he told Will showing off his prized sword that hung at his side. On it was engraved "Sir Charles Bradley."
"I can do that, and by when, Mister Bradley?" He asked assuming he was Mister Bradley.
"A week if possible, can you do that? Of course my name is not to be engraved on these."
"No, of course not, yes I can get you that order by then. They will be ready on Tuesday the 17th? Is that okay by you, Sir?"
"Yes, that's splendid young man. You can deliver them to the Fort up on the hill there. You know where, do you not?"
"Yes, Mister Bradley. Your order of 25 military swords will be delivered by dinner time on the Tuesday the 17th." Charles Bradley nodded his head and showed himself the way out.
William waited until the man was gone before he sat and pulled out the locket. "Chloe Nichole Bradley love Dad," is what it read and the picture was a match to the man who had just exited the shop. Did he finally find a key to Chloe? He had waited years and had tried to forget about her, but now he had hope. He had a reason to think about her, he had a key back into her life. But she was most likely still at sea, unless her father and the military had found her and her mother. He would have to wait until the following week to find out anything. ********************************* Jack pulled himself up, the sun now shining in through the windows. I stretched out now free of his covering body. I guess you could say that we had become a couple in a way. I was glad my father did not object, but of course after hearing of his story with my mother I knew he could not say anything about us. Jack and I had become more serious and a few weeks ago he started "staying" with me. I thought about how my father had ended up getting my mother pregnant, and was hoping the same wouldn't happen to me. After seeing my mother die during delivery it scarred me to death about having my own. Raising the child did not worry me, for I had all ready raised one.
"Good morning, Love," Jack greeted me as my eyes fluttered open to stare at his rough face. His skin was tan, his eyes dark, and his hair at its maximum length.
"Good morning to you, Jack," I replied smiling. I pulled myself from the bed, pulling my pants back up, and tucking my long night shirt (which I also wore everyday) inside them. Jack still lye there, his shirt missing and gazing at me as I continue to fix my attire. His sculpted chest and abs lay exposed to the world; I bent down to kiss his welcoming lips when the door swung open.
"C-Gull!!" Charlie exclaimed bursting through my doors. Jack moaned in exasperation, as I turned to glare at my brother who was more like my son.
"Charlie, what do you want?" I asked annoyed. He entered further into the room, sitting himself down on the bed with us. He didn't answer my question; only sat there humming a song to himself. I rolled my eyes at his childish acts, as I obviously was "busy."
"Charlie!"
"Hmm?"
I groaned, "What do ye want?"
"Nothing, Father just said to come down here and get Jack." I raised myself slowly, letting Jack get up as well. I pushed Charlie out of the room ahead of us and gave Jack a quick kiss before following my brother to the boats deck.
The Black Pearl's crew was rushing about attending to their duties by the time we got up. I stood alongside Jack as he talked with Captain Morgan, my father. I had changed in the six years that had passed. I no longer thought about bathes, warm beds, or cared about my clothes. My khaki pants were dirt stained, my white blouse had rips in it, and my hair was high on my head, hidden by my hat. My face had dirt and coal smeared across my cheeks; I was as rough as they come and just as tough. I never found myself awake crying, and had tried my best to forget about William Turner, who was the only thing that could keep me from sleeping . besides Jack.
"We spotted a ship up ahead, looked to be a British Military ship. We are preparing for an attack tonight. Jack I need you to help me with how we should go about this and who should come and go. C, get on the weapons; load all the guns, sharpen the swords, and get cannon balls set out for each cannon. Young Charles, get on up to the "Nest" and be on the lookout for any intruding ships," Captain finished with his orders and dismissed Charles and I.
I went straight to work, getting everything done as quickly as possible. Before I knew it, I was making food for dinner and serving the starving men. During, which Captain gave out our orders for the attack.
"Gibbs, C-gull, Charlie." He gave the list of people who would stay on the Pearl.
"Father, why must I stay on the Pearl?" I asked annoyed at his decision.
"Please, not now C-Gull," He said moving on, "Boot-strap, Jack, you are also coming with me. Now does everyone understand what their duties are?"
"No! Why must I stay here? Hmm? You better not say it's because I'm a lass! I can take care of myself! I'm just as strong as the rest of you pirates," I complained.
"No, that's not it. You will be the "Captain" of the Pearl while we are aboard the other ship. Is that okay with you?"
I rolled my eyes, "Fine but next time, Jack can stay aboard to play "Captain."'
"Can I truly trust Jack with my ship? I'm afraid he might maroon me and take off with my Pearl," He replied chuckling. I glared at Jack and my father and the rest of the crew as they commented on a woman being in charge. I threw the food down and left.
I stood at the bow of the ship, watching the rest of the sun set and the grey hazy fog take over the sky. The crew would be moving out soon, taking over the other ship in the distance. Soon, I felt Jack's arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight. He kissed my neck and I smiled at the thought of his caress.
"Ya all right, love?"
I nodded, "Yeah, be careful over there."
"Uh-huh," he mumbled once again kissing my neck.
"Jack," I giggled his name, but soon I heard the crew pile onto the deck. We stopped our kisses, but continued to embrace as the crew gathered round. We all stood quietly, glaring out at the sea as the next victim of The Black Pearl came into view.
"Anchor on the starboard side," Captain Morgan ordered his men. Quickly two men snapped to it, as the rest of us continued to look on. Not much more time passed before we were all once more moving quickly about the ship. Lowering small row boats for the part of the crew that would be going to the British ship. Soon, the Black Pearl's crew was divided; half rowing to a foreign ship, the others watching them off and preparing the cannons.