Disclaimer: u know the drill - I don't own the characters from the Disney
Movie Pirates of the Caribbean nor the Dread Pirate Robert from Princess
Bride. Other than that Chloe and her family belong to me.
Chapter 5: Quietly, Commodore Bradley ordered his men into their boats, rowing around a small island to attack the Black Pearl from behind. He had last heard from his wife and daughter the day his ship was attacked by the Black Pearl, so he assumed that if they were alive they would be aboard. And if in fact the crew had killed his family he would get his revenge. They saw a number of small row boats make their way to the Britannia, and they waited till the crew was about to board the ship. He ordered the militia onto the Black Pearl, all quietly making their way up on ropes. They reached the top and all at once dropped to the deck.
I had sent the majority of the men below to work on the cannons, and Charlie was to report to the crow's nest. Before he would go peacefully he had to steal my hat.
"Charlie!" I exclaimed at him, slowly turning. I saw out of the corner of my eye his small legs glide up the rope ladder to the nest. As I completely turned, I stopped dead in my tracks. More than 15 redcoats stood with their swords poised at me. I raised my hands in surrender, and backed up to the edge of the boat. But before I could make it, the British soldiers had me surrounded.
Charles Bradley looked at the girl closely, trying to see if it was really his daughter that he had lost so long ago.
"Chloe?"
The crew piled onto the Britannia, and noticed everything was calm. Not one soldier was on deck, and after close examination they discovered there were no soldiers aboard. Jack and Captain Morgan turned to look at the Black Pearl. As if they were repeating what had just escaped off the lips of Charles Bradley, the said in unison, "Chloe?"
"Dad?" I questioned the man, "Charles Bradley?"
"Where's your mother? The baby?" he quickly asked.
"My mother died six years ago," I replied not giving an explanation of his son.
His eyes grew wide, and the excitement of finding his family disappeared, "Died?"
"In child labor," I commented.
He once again looked down, upset by the news, but then snapped back to giving orders, "To the boats."
The group of men picked me up and carried me off; I kicked at them, "No! Let me go, please don't take me away!"
Captain Morgan ordered the crew back to their boats, quickly rowing with all their might back to the Pearl. But they were too late, the British troops were already on the ship by the time the Black Pearl's crew was able to get aboard. They searched up and down but to their dismay they could see that the Britannia was already on the move with Chloe aboard. They were positive that they had kidnapped her, and Jack wasn't going to give up.
"Charlie! Come down here," Jack demanded of the boy. Jack could see his shadow as he shimmied down the ladder, and stood to look Jack in the face.
"Where's your sister?"
"The men took her. I saw them row to that ship over there. Just as you all had gotten half way back, they were aboard and starting the ship up again. Is C-gull going to be okay?"
Jack only nodded contemplating the situation, he had a good idea how to get her back. He was pretty damn sure he knew had taken her and where they were off to. Quickly he found paper and quill and jotted down some words of explanation.
Captain, this is Jack. I'm going to follow the path of the British ship. I believe they are headed to Ireland; I think it was Charles Bradley who took Chloe, you know Constantine's husband. So, I'm leaving tonight. Make your way to Tourtuga in a few weeks, going about whatever business you have to. I promise on pain of death that when you come to Tourtuga I will have your daughter back, ready to come home to the Pearl.
~Jack Sparrow
He got Charlie to help him lower the smallest row boat, and said his farewells. He quickly rowed, trying to gain on the Britannia.
"Please, let me go!" I exclaimed still fighting, "You don't know what yer doing. You all want to be killed because my father will kill ya."
"Chloe! I am your father," Charles Bradley told me.
"No you're not! You raised me and you were married to my mother, but my father is Captain Morgan and he will kill everyone on this ship for taking me away. Not that I don't care about you, Mister Bradley. I do, you were my father for years, but I am not the same little Chloe you knew. I have changed and I belong at sea on a Pirate ship."
"That's all in your head darling. I am your father; the salty sea air has corrupted your thoughts. You need some rest, a good bath, and a good meal. In no time you will come to realize that your true place is at home with me. Now to your quarters and to bed with you," He replied. Not having a choice, I was taken by force to a room below deck. I was exhausted and did not have the energy to continue arguing. Quietly, I laid my head down and was swallowed in a dream from my past.
Chapter 5: Quietly, Commodore Bradley ordered his men into their boats, rowing around a small island to attack the Black Pearl from behind. He had last heard from his wife and daughter the day his ship was attacked by the Black Pearl, so he assumed that if they were alive they would be aboard. And if in fact the crew had killed his family he would get his revenge. They saw a number of small row boats make their way to the Britannia, and they waited till the crew was about to board the ship. He ordered the militia onto the Black Pearl, all quietly making their way up on ropes. They reached the top and all at once dropped to the deck.
I had sent the majority of the men below to work on the cannons, and Charlie was to report to the crow's nest. Before he would go peacefully he had to steal my hat.
"Charlie!" I exclaimed at him, slowly turning. I saw out of the corner of my eye his small legs glide up the rope ladder to the nest. As I completely turned, I stopped dead in my tracks. More than 15 redcoats stood with their swords poised at me. I raised my hands in surrender, and backed up to the edge of the boat. But before I could make it, the British soldiers had me surrounded.
Charles Bradley looked at the girl closely, trying to see if it was really his daughter that he had lost so long ago.
"Chloe?"
The crew piled onto the Britannia, and noticed everything was calm. Not one soldier was on deck, and after close examination they discovered there were no soldiers aboard. Jack and Captain Morgan turned to look at the Black Pearl. As if they were repeating what had just escaped off the lips of Charles Bradley, the said in unison, "Chloe?"
"Dad?" I questioned the man, "Charles Bradley?"
"Where's your mother? The baby?" he quickly asked.
"My mother died six years ago," I replied not giving an explanation of his son.
His eyes grew wide, and the excitement of finding his family disappeared, "Died?"
"In child labor," I commented.
He once again looked down, upset by the news, but then snapped back to giving orders, "To the boats."
The group of men picked me up and carried me off; I kicked at them, "No! Let me go, please don't take me away!"
Captain Morgan ordered the crew back to their boats, quickly rowing with all their might back to the Pearl. But they were too late, the British troops were already on the ship by the time the Black Pearl's crew was able to get aboard. They searched up and down but to their dismay they could see that the Britannia was already on the move with Chloe aboard. They were positive that they had kidnapped her, and Jack wasn't going to give up.
"Charlie! Come down here," Jack demanded of the boy. Jack could see his shadow as he shimmied down the ladder, and stood to look Jack in the face.
"Where's your sister?"
"The men took her. I saw them row to that ship over there. Just as you all had gotten half way back, they were aboard and starting the ship up again. Is C-gull going to be okay?"
Jack only nodded contemplating the situation, he had a good idea how to get her back. He was pretty damn sure he knew had taken her and where they were off to. Quickly he found paper and quill and jotted down some words of explanation.
Captain, this is Jack. I'm going to follow the path of the British ship. I believe they are headed to Ireland; I think it was Charles Bradley who took Chloe, you know Constantine's husband. So, I'm leaving tonight. Make your way to Tourtuga in a few weeks, going about whatever business you have to. I promise on pain of death that when you come to Tourtuga I will have your daughter back, ready to come home to the Pearl.
~Jack Sparrow
He got Charlie to help him lower the smallest row boat, and said his farewells. He quickly rowed, trying to gain on the Britannia.
"Please, let me go!" I exclaimed still fighting, "You don't know what yer doing. You all want to be killed because my father will kill ya."
"Chloe! I am your father," Charles Bradley told me.
"No you're not! You raised me and you were married to my mother, but my father is Captain Morgan and he will kill everyone on this ship for taking me away. Not that I don't care about you, Mister Bradley. I do, you were my father for years, but I am not the same little Chloe you knew. I have changed and I belong at sea on a Pirate ship."
"That's all in your head darling. I am your father; the salty sea air has corrupted your thoughts. You need some rest, a good bath, and a good meal. In no time you will come to realize that your true place is at home with me. Now to your quarters and to bed with you," He replied. Not having a choice, I was taken by force to a room below deck. I was exhausted and did not have the energy to continue arguing. Quietly, I laid my head down and was swallowed in a dream from my past.