19 years later.
"Get up! You lazy codfish! Get up!" Oh no, thought Sarah, today she started a job at the harbor today, helping boats out. Oh well, she thought, it's better than being at this stupid orphanage. She got out of her cot. Her dirty feet touched the dusty floor of the dank smelly room. She pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a green linen shirt. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself, flowing blond hair fell to her waist, and it was filled with sand and dirt. Her skin smudged with muck her clothes torn. She tied a scarf around her waist, just in case any pirates came. Her steely green-gray-blue eyes had a permanent lust in them, intimidating, she thought, she made sure to put on lots of eye liner. Her lips never smiled, she put on all her necklaces to hide the. scar the Bartamose had gave her when about to slice her throat. She put her hair in two identical braids and put her beads in. She could have been mistaken for a pirate if only she had a sword tied to her waist.
She said goodbye to Artan, the orphanage's caretaker. She hoisted her bag that held her little amount of belongings, grabbed her only coat (that she never wore) and walked out the door. The orphanage was only two miles from the harbor. When she got there she went to the manager.
"I'm here for the boating job." He eyed her up and down.
"Are you Sarah? From the orphanage?" She nodded. He continued to stare at her, why is this taking so long?
"So am I in?" She looked at him hard.
"You sure you can do this job? You're a girl. What if some pirate started wooin' ya?" He laughed at his words. In quicker than a second he was facedown on the dock gasping for air.
"Oh I don't think that we'll have to worry about that." She let him go. He got up and said,
"Okay you're in, but I'll get you back for that. You'll pay, don't worry." He walked off. She felt proud.
"Miss? Miss, can you help me tie me boat here?" called a young lad who was steering an enormous boat with the name, Marietta on the side.
"This is a nice boat you got here. Why the name Marietta?" She asked tying the last knot.
"Well, Marietta was my cousin, Marietta Turner. Yeah, no body really knows what happened to the turners except that there whole family was found dead in the black smith shop. I fully respected her, so I named my ship after her. I was supposed to meet her daughter, Sarah on the fourth of July but no one knows where she is, they never saw her again." He looked up at the girl. She stared at him.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Riley Turner." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Mariah Miles" she lied, shaking his.
"Well, I'm going to hit the nearest bar. Care to join me?"
"Nah, I'm good, you know, I gotta do my job."
"Okay, your loss. Be seeing ya Mariah." He walked off. She fled to the nearest bathroom and sat, staring. She would not let herself cry, she never did, she couldn't cry because she was not that foolish little 5 year old anymore, she was a 16 year old girl, she was going to be a pirate and find the man who saved her from Bartamose.
She didn't go back to the orphanage that day, she slept on the beach, and she didn't want to go back there. It just wasn't right.
"Get up! You lazy codfish! Get up!" Oh no, thought Sarah, today she started a job at the harbor today, helping boats out. Oh well, she thought, it's better than being at this stupid orphanage. She got out of her cot. Her dirty feet touched the dusty floor of the dank smelly room. She pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a green linen shirt. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself, flowing blond hair fell to her waist, and it was filled with sand and dirt. Her skin smudged with muck her clothes torn. She tied a scarf around her waist, just in case any pirates came. Her steely green-gray-blue eyes had a permanent lust in them, intimidating, she thought, she made sure to put on lots of eye liner. Her lips never smiled, she put on all her necklaces to hide the. scar the Bartamose had gave her when about to slice her throat. She put her hair in two identical braids and put her beads in. She could have been mistaken for a pirate if only she had a sword tied to her waist.
She said goodbye to Artan, the orphanage's caretaker. She hoisted her bag that held her little amount of belongings, grabbed her only coat (that she never wore) and walked out the door. The orphanage was only two miles from the harbor. When she got there she went to the manager.
"I'm here for the boating job." He eyed her up and down.
"Are you Sarah? From the orphanage?" She nodded. He continued to stare at her, why is this taking so long?
"So am I in?" She looked at him hard.
"You sure you can do this job? You're a girl. What if some pirate started wooin' ya?" He laughed at his words. In quicker than a second he was facedown on the dock gasping for air.
"Oh I don't think that we'll have to worry about that." She let him go. He got up and said,
"Okay you're in, but I'll get you back for that. You'll pay, don't worry." He walked off. She felt proud.
"Miss? Miss, can you help me tie me boat here?" called a young lad who was steering an enormous boat with the name, Marietta on the side.
"This is a nice boat you got here. Why the name Marietta?" She asked tying the last knot.
"Well, Marietta was my cousin, Marietta Turner. Yeah, no body really knows what happened to the turners except that there whole family was found dead in the black smith shop. I fully respected her, so I named my ship after her. I was supposed to meet her daughter, Sarah on the fourth of July but no one knows where she is, they never saw her again." He looked up at the girl. She stared at him.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Riley Turner." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Mariah Miles" she lied, shaking his.
"Well, I'm going to hit the nearest bar. Care to join me?"
"Nah, I'm good, you know, I gotta do my job."
"Okay, your loss. Be seeing ya Mariah." He walked off. She fled to the nearest bathroom and sat, staring. She would not let herself cry, she never did, she couldn't cry because she was not that foolish little 5 year old anymore, she was a 16 year old girl, she was going to be a pirate and find the man who saved her from Bartamose.
She didn't go back to the orphanage that day, she slept on the beach, and she didn't want to go back there. It just wasn't right.