Chapter 2
She woke to the feeling of spray against her face. Her body felt sore and her stomach churned a bit.
'What the hell?' She thought and slowly opened her eyelids.
When she opened her eyes, she saw light, which gave her a throbbing headache and quickly closed them. Next she heard gulls overhead. When she reopened her eyes she saw the birds. After a few minutes of lying there, she finally stood up. She realized where she was.
'Why am I on a boat?' She thought, looking around she saw she was towards the front, standing on slightly shaky legs.
"All hands to the deck!" a voice shouted.
When she stood up, she saw 2 dozen grungy men running around going to their assigned places doing what ever needed to be done. She walked down the deck, sloppily. She noticed some of the men staring at her. When she found one that looked like the 1st mate, she asked him where she was.
"Why miss! You are on the Black Pearl! And if you don't mind me asking, but who might you be?" He asked, his rough voice seeming proud yet concered.
'The what?' Her inner voice's asked at once.
"Umm, can you take me to your captain please?" She asked nervously.
"He's un at the helm" he responded.
"Thank you". She muttered.
After she looked around for a second and realized that the helm must be up the stairs, she decided to go up.
"Umm excuse me?" she asked the man standing with his back towards her.
He was about her height, with a long leather jacket, boots, and a tri- corner hat. All of which were tattered and worn. She also noticed that his hair was in what looked like dread locks from the back.
He turned to face her. "And who might you be luv?"
"Courtney" She said, nervously.
'Why did you tell him you silly schmuck!?' Her inner voices yelled.
She got a look at his face. He had a tan, dark brown eyes, a moustache, and beads in his beard. And what looked like to be a bone?
'Why does he have a bone in his hair?' She thought. 'It must have some personal significance, I guess.'
"Ok Courtney, do you know how to cook?" he asked.
"Yes, I can cook, but it depends on what you like" she responded.
"Ok well, you are now Cook Courtney. Considering our old cook just took a trip to Davey Jones's locker". He showed her the way down to the kitchen.
He smiled, showing several gold teeth and left her. She saw that it needed some major work but it would do. She set her pack down, rolled up her sleeves, tied her jacket around her waist, and got to work. Unfortunately the "soap" consisted of a bar of mold. Thankfully, she had some with her.
After school she had to take a shower at school after rowing practice, so she had some soap, but it was this Dial antibacterial stuff. So she once again went to work, and spent the rest of the day doing to dishes.
That night the crew came down for dinner. Luckily she had found some potatoes and mashed them with some onions and carrots. They moaned and groaned a bit but didn't complain much. After all it was food.
"Captain, when we dock next, can we please pick up some more food?" she asked.
"Sure luv, hey you're the only one to call me captain!" He said, smiling again.
Unfortunately during this entire thing she did not stop and contemplate what had happened.
'How the hell did I wind up here?' She thought, as she cleaned the dishes she had used to fix dinner.
She woke to the feeling of spray against her face. Her body felt sore and her stomach churned a bit.
'What the hell?' She thought and slowly opened her eyelids.
When she opened her eyes, she saw light, which gave her a throbbing headache and quickly closed them. Next she heard gulls overhead. When she reopened her eyes she saw the birds. After a few minutes of lying there, she finally stood up. She realized where she was.
'Why am I on a boat?' She thought, looking around she saw she was towards the front, standing on slightly shaky legs.
"All hands to the deck!" a voice shouted.
When she stood up, she saw 2 dozen grungy men running around going to their assigned places doing what ever needed to be done. She walked down the deck, sloppily. She noticed some of the men staring at her. When she found one that looked like the 1st mate, she asked him where she was.
"Why miss! You are on the Black Pearl! And if you don't mind me asking, but who might you be?" He asked, his rough voice seeming proud yet concered.
'The what?' Her inner voice's asked at once.
"Umm, can you take me to your captain please?" She asked nervously.
"He's un at the helm" he responded.
"Thank you". She muttered.
After she looked around for a second and realized that the helm must be up the stairs, she decided to go up.
"Umm excuse me?" she asked the man standing with his back towards her.
He was about her height, with a long leather jacket, boots, and a tri- corner hat. All of which were tattered and worn. She also noticed that his hair was in what looked like dread locks from the back.
He turned to face her. "And who might you be luv?"
"Courtney" She said, nervously.
'Why did you tell him you silly schmuck!?' Her inner voices yelled.
She got a look at his face. He had a tan, dark brown eyes, a moustache, and beads in his beard. And what looked like to be a bone?
'Why does he have a bone in his hair?' She thought. 'It must have some personal significance, I guess.'
"Ok Courtney, do you know how to cook?" he asked.
"Yes, I can cook, but it depends on what you like" she responded.
"Ok well, you are now Cook Courtney. Considering our old cook just took a trip to Davey Jones's locker". He showed her the way down to the kitchen.
He smiled, showing several gold teeth and left her. She saw that it needed some major work but it would do. She set her pack down, rolled up her sleeves, tied her jacket around her waist, and got to work. Unfortunately the "soap" consisted of a bar of mold. Thankfully, she had some with her.
After school she had to take a shower at school after rowing practice, so she had some soap, but it was this Dial antibacterial stuff. So she once again went to work, and spent the rest of the day doing to dishes.
That night the crew came down for dinner. Luckily she had found some potatoes and mashed them with some onions and carrots. They moaned and groaned a bit but didn't complain much. After all it was food.
"Captain, when we dock next, can we please pick up some more food?" she asked.
"Sure luv, hey you're the only one to call me captain!" He said, smiling again.
Unfortunately during this entire thing she did not stop and contemplate what had happened.
'How the hell did I wind up here?' She thought, as she cleaned the dishes she had used to fix dinner.