Hey I just loved this movie so much I had to write a story. Here I go!
Don't be so hard on me!
Why do I have feeling toward him?
The town of Ledfellow was a quiet town in Massachusetts. A small family lived in an average house on the corner of Witherspoon and Mellow St. It was a white house with blue shutters.
The family that lived there was a very troubled one. A father, two girls, and a boy were always fighting. Although, out of them all one fought with her father the most of all.
She had strawberry- blonde hair, that in the light, looked almost orange. On a good day her hair would be put back in a ponytail and her face would be exposed. When she would smile on the rare occasion her emerald eyes, lined with gold, would shine. The eldest had brown hair and chocolate eyes. Though whenever there was a fight she would mostly stay out of it. And the youngest also had brown hair, but blue eyes. He would rarely fight, but when he did it wasn't pretty.
One day she had just gotten out of a huge fight with her father about god knows what and she went out to the river. Cars, people, everyone was going about their lives behind her as she starred at the calm waves.
"I hate him." She would say over and over.
An elderly woman walked up to her and tapped on her shoulder. She was quite short and curly white hair. Wrinkles covered her face along with a few warts. She smiled politely and held out her hand.
"Spare an old woman some food." She asked.
Behind the old woman she saw a man walking his dog and he shouted at her. "Wend! Say hi to your Dad for me O.K!" She glared and nodded. Wendy looked back at the old woman who was still smiling and frowned.
"Get a life!" She shouted and started to walk away. The woman began to laugh a little bit and Wendy stopped. "I heard you had a fight with your dad today Wendy."
"What's it to you?"
"Do you want to go somewhere where you can start a whole new life of your own?"
She looked back at her with disgust. 'God can't this old hag leave me alone!' "I wish." She sighed. The old woman walked up to her and pushed her. "WHAT THE HECK LADY?!" The woman ignored her and kept pushing. Eventually she was at the edge of the river. "STOP PUSHING ME HAG!" With one final push Wendy fell into the water.
She felt cold. Wendy sat up and held her head and thought. 'Wait. didn't I hit water?' Slowly she opened her eyes and saw people everywhere. Woman in Old World dresses and men in dirty cloths were prancing about. Drunk men, flirting with hookers, and woman inviting them in. She stood up and brushed herself off. It took her a while, but she looked taller. She walked over to a metal spoon lying on the ground and looked into it. She was an older looking woman, about 17 and yet, she still had her red hair, green eyes etc.
"Where am I?"
She walked into the nearest building, which turned out to be a bar. Wendy walked up to the counter trying not to get trampled by all the men fighting.
"What would ye 'ave luv'?" A man with a greasy looking complexion smiled at her and held up a glass.
"Water would be fine. thanks." She stuttered. Wendy tried not to look at the other men until her water arrived.
"Tha' will be a shilling miss." The man said handing her the glass of water. Strangely she reached into her pocket and placed a coin on the bar. 'Where did I get that from?' Quickly she drank it down and tried to figure out how she got there. 'Why can't I remember?' A man tapped on her shoulder and she looked up at him. "Why ye' look so sad miss?" He too had a greasy complexion and was kinda pudgy. Wendy got up and started for the door, but the man held her shoulder. "Come on luv' let me make you feel better." Anger got a hold of her and she turned around and punched him square in the face. The men all giggled a little as she walked out.
With all the anger building, Wendy knew she needed to cool off. Following the road she started to head for the docks. The streets were dark, and she swore a few times someone was following her. When she did get to the docks all of the spots to sit were taken.
"Why can't I remember.?" Wendy sat on the beach watching the waves that gave her comfort. Ships would pull in and out and all would have greasy men on board.
"Excuse me."
Wendy looked over and saw a man walking up to her. He had a long coat on that reached his knees, a tri-corner hat, red bandana, and dark brown dread lochs. "What?" She asked annoyed. He walked quickly up to her waving his arms as if he was drunk. Slowly she stood up, ready to punch another man like the other one before. He held his hand out for her to shake and smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow." Hesitantly she shook his hand and faked a smile. "Wendy." Captain Sparrow smiled and moved a little closer. "How would a fine young lady, such as yourself, like to accompany me to dinner?"
She glared and stepped back. "I'm no hooker!" Sparrow had a shocked look on his face. No woman has denied his offer before. "Now come on luv'! We'll 'ave lots 'a fun!" She started to walk along the beach away from him and yet he still followed trying to get a yes out of her. "I've said it a million times Jack Sparrow I will not go with you."
"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow!"
She turned to him and starred at him with hate. "Get this threw your tiny little head of yours! I'm.. Not.. Goooing!" He smiled then shrugged as he got an idea into his head. With one quick movement he grabbed her by the waste, threw her over his shoulder, and started to head to the docks.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PUT ME DOWN! RAIPIST! LET ME GO!" Kicking and screaming Jack did not let go. "Now is tha' what you think of me luv'?" When they got to the ship he threw her into a cabin and locked her in. "I'll let ye' out soon enough lass." Wendy continued kicking and screaming at the door, but no one let her out. She sat at the corner of the room thinking. "God how I hate this place." The door opened and Jack came in smiling. "Why did you take me on this stupid ship?!" She shouted standing up. "Well luv'. I saw what you did to that guy at the tavern and I needed another crew member-."
"SO YOU KIDNAPED ME!" Once again her anger began to build. "No worries luv'! I think you'll enjoy staying on the pearl." He held out a bundle of rags to her and smiled. "Here since your going to be workin' on me ship your going to need some work clothes." She grabbed the cloths and glared at him trying to keep cool. Jack smiled and walked out of the room.
She took off her cloths and put them on. Old and tattered they almost looked like Jacks. Although they were kinda big they were comfortable. The hair in her face bugged her so she dug threw her old pants and found her scrunchie. When she walked out of the cabin room they were already out at sea. 'How did I not notice we left shore?' Jack was standing at the wheel and smiling. "Ah so the young miss has come out of her room!" Men were scattering everywhere doing multiple jobs. A parrot flew over her head as she walked into the thicket of the men. Jack walked up to her smiling. "Well let's see what you can do." He thought for a few moments and smiled again. "Ah. Can you climb up to the crows nest and bring me down some rope?"
Wendy looked at him like he was kidding. " Is that all?"
"Wha'? Is that to hard for ye'?" He snickered.
"Watch me." She began to climb the rope ladder with great agility. Not once did she slip or trip on her way up. The whole crew watched not knowing what to think of it. Jack wasn't the least bit impressed, though, he was shocked at how fast she could get up there. Wendy grabbed the rope that was rolled up on the boards and quickly brought it back down.
She handed the rope to him and blankly stared at him. "Is that all?" Jack smiled. "I see you're quite the climber. Good strong woman eh? Well I suppose I should figure somthin' out for ye' to do. Until then you can take a break." He walked back up to the wheel and she was left with the crew.
Okay that's it hope ya liked it! Okay okay it isnt the greatest story, but I gotta start somewhere! Demon91
Why do I have feeling toward him?
The town of Ledfellow was a quiet town in Massachusetts. A small family lived in an average house on the corner of Witherspoon and Mellow St. It was a white house with blue shutters.
The family that lived there was a very troubled one. A father, two girls, and a boy were always fighting. Although, out of them all one fought with her father the most of all.
She had strawberry- blonde hair, that in the light, looked almost orange. On a good day her hair would be put back in a ponytail and her face would be exposed. When she would smile on the rare occasion her emerald eyes, lined with gold, would shine. The eldest had brown hair and chocolate eyes. Though whenever there was a fight she would mostly stay out of it. And the youngest also had brown hair, but blue eyes. He would rarely fight, but when he did it wasn't pretty.
One day she had just gotten out of a huge fight with her father about god knows what and she went out to the river. Cars, people, everyone was going about their lives behind her as she starred at the calm waves.
"I hate him." She would say over and over.
An elderly woman walked up to her and tapped on her shoulder. She was quite short and curly white hair. Wrinkles covered her face along with a few warts. She smiled politely and held out her hand.
"Spare an old woman some food." She asked.
Behind the old woman she saw a man walking his dog and he shouted at her. "Wend! Say hi to your Dad for me O.K!" She glared and nodded. Wendy looked back at the old woman who was still smiling and frowned.
"Get a life!" She shouted and started to walk away. The woman began to laugh a little bit and Wendy stopped. "I heard you had a fight with your dad today Wendy."
"What's it to you?"
"Do you want to go somewhere where you can start a whole new life of your own?"
She looked back at her with disgust. 'God can't this old hag leave me alone!' "I wish." She sighed. The old woman walked up to her and pushed her. "WHAT THE HECK LADY?!" The woman ignored her and kept pushing. Eventually she was at the edge of the river. "STOP PUSHING ME HAG!" With one final push Wendy fell into the water.
She felt cold. Wendy sat up and held her head and thought. 'Wait. didn't I hit water?' Slowly she opened her eyes and saw people everywhere. Woman in Old World dresses and men in dirty cloths were prancing about. Drunk men, flirting with hookers, and woman inviting them in. She stood up and brushed herself off. It took her a while, but she looked taller. She walked over to a metal spoon lying on the ground and looked into it. She was an older looking woman, about 17 and yet, she still had her red hair, green eyes etc.
"Where am I?"
She walked into the nearest building, which turned out to be a bar. Wendy walked up to the counter trying not to get trampled by all the men fighting.
"What would ye 'ave luv'?" A man with a greasy looking complexion smiled at her and held up a glass.
"Water would be fine. thanks." She stuttered. Wendy tried not to look at the other men until her water arrived.
"Tha' will be a shilling miss." The man said handing her the glass of water. Strangely she reached into her pocket and placed a coin on the bar. 'Where did I get that from?' Quickly she drank it down and tried to figure out how she got there. 'Why can't I remember?' A man tapped on her shoulder and she looked up at him. "Why ye' look so sad miss?" He too had a greasy complexion and was kinda pudgy. Wendy got up and started for the door, but the man held her shoulder. "Come on luv' let me make you feel better." Anger got a hold of her and she turned around and punched him square in the face. The men all giggled a little as she walked out.
With all the anger building, Wendy knew she needed to cool off. Following the road she started to head for the docks. The streets were dark, and she swore a few times someone was following her. When she did get to the docks all of the spots to sit were taken.
"Why can't I remember.?" Wendy sat on the beach watching the waves that gave her comfort. Ships would pull in and out and all would have greasy men on board.
"Excuse me."
Wendy looked over and saw a man walking up to her. He had a long coat on that reached his knees, a tri-corner hat, red bandana, and dark brown dread lochs. "What?" She asked annoyed. He walked quickly up to her waving his arms as if he was drunk. Slowly she stood up, ready to punch another man like the other one before. He held his hand out for her to shake and smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow." Hesitantly she shook his hand and faked a smile. "Wendy." Captain Sparrow smiled and moved a little closer. "How would a fine young lady, such as yourself, like to accompany me to dinner?"
She glared and stepped back. "I'm no hooker!" Sparrow had a shocked look on his face. No woman has denied his offer before. "Now come on luv'! We'll 'ave lots 'a fun!" She started to walk along the beach away from him and yet he still followed trying to get a yes out of her. "I've said it a million times Jack Sparrow I will not go with you."
"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow!"
She turned to him and starred at him with hate. "Get this threw your tiny little head of yours! I'm.. Not.. Goooing!" He smiled then shrugged as he got an idea into his head. With one quick movement he grabbed her by the waste, threw her over his shoulder, and started to head to the docks.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PUT ME DOWN! RAIPIST! LET ME GO!" Kicking and screaming Jack did not let go. "Now is tha' what you think of me luv'?" When they got to the ship he threw her into a cabin and locked her in. "I'll let ye' out soon enough lass." Wendy continued kicking and screaming at the door, but no one let her out. She sat at the corner of the room thinking. "God how I hate this place." The door opened and Jack came in smiling. "Why did you take me on this stupid ship?!" She shouted standing up. "Well luv'. I saw what you did to that guy at the tavern and I needed another crew member-."
"SO YOU KIDNAPED ME!" Once again her anger began to build. "No worries luv'! I think you'll enjoy staying on the pearl." He held out a bundle of rags to her and smiled. "Here since your going to be workin' on me ship your going to need some work clothes." She grabbed the cloths and glared at him trying to keep cool. Jack smiled and walked out of the room.
She took off her cloths and put them on. Old and tattered they almost looked like Jacks. Although they were kinda big they were comfortable. The hair in her face bugged her so she dug threw her old pants and found her scrunchie. When she walked out of the cabin room they were already out at sea. 'How did I not notice we left shore?' Jack was standing at the wheel and smiling. "Ah so the young miss has come out of her room!" Men were scattering everywhere doing multiple jobs. A parrot flew over her head as she walked into the thicket of the men. Jack walked up to her smiling. "Well let's see what you can do." He thought for a few moments and smiled again. "Ah. Can you climb up to the crows nest and bring me down some rope?"
Wendy looked at him like he was kidding. " Is that all?"
"Wha'? Is that to hard for ye'?" He snickered.
"Watch me." She began to climb the rope ladder with great agility. Not once did she slip or trip on her way up. The whole crew watched not knowing what to think of it. Jack wasn't the least bit impressed, though, he was shocked at how fast she could get up there. Wendy grabbed the rope that was rolled up on the boards and quickly brought it back down.
She handed the rope to him and blankly stared at him. "Is that all?" Jack smiled. "I see you're quite the climber. Good strong woman eh? Well I suppose I should figure somthin' out for ye' to do. Until then you can take a break." He walked back up to the wheel and she was left with the crew.
Okay that's it hope ya liked it! Okay okay it isnt the greatest story, but I gotta start somewhere! Demon91