The Destiny of a Pirate
Chapter Three
Pearl woke up with a start, as the sun shined through one of the holes in the ship and onto her. She blinked a couple of times, and then realized where she was. She was on a large ship heading to Spain. For a moment, she wondered if what she was doing was a bad idea, but she knew she couldn't let herself think that. Besides, it was too late to turn back now, that is, unless she wanted to swim.
Pearl got up, adjusted her clothes, and decided she better do some looking around, just to make sure that no one suspected a stowaway on the ship. With that, she opened the door of the small storage room, and into the much larger one. There were no guards below this part of the deck, she noticed. So with that, Pearl silently went into the larger room, and up the small wooden stairs that creaked with each step.
Deciding to take her chances, and see what it looked like above deck. Pearl took a deep breath and slowly, but only a crack, opened the door that led to the main deck. At first, she only saw a few feet, and heard a lot of voices, then when she opened it a little wider so that her eyes could peer out at the deck, she saw many sailors and some British soldiers. The British soldiers were mostly sitting down, talking and laughing and giving orders, while the sailors (some of them looked quite drunk,) were working. She felt quite relieved that she hadn't been found, at least, not yet.
She closed the door behind her, and crept back down to her hiding place. She sat there, and sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long journey, if not a harsh one. There were bound to be storms, and many other dangers lurking around. Pearl also realized how hungry she was. So, she took out a piece of bread, ate it, and took a swig of some water. She needed to save as much food and water as she could, but she figured she could get more in the kitchen, if necessary, and hopefully, no one would catch her. It all just depended on hope.
Two days later:
It was nighttime, and Pearl was cold. She only had one small blanket that was barely enough to cover her whole body. She tried to ignore the chill that swept over her and made her shiver though, after all, wasn't the cold the least of her worries? She had more important things to worry about. Fairly soon though, she drifted off to sleep. For awhile, at least.
Then, about two hours later, around four o' clock in the morning, just before many would wake up to go back to work, something happened. It all started, when Pearl woke up after hearing some odd sounds. She was a light sleeper, so she guessed it was probably only her that heard them. She got up, went over to the door in her bare feet, and opened the door quietly. Peering out, Pearl saw no one there, but she still felt something was wrong.
All of a sudden, she heard a loud crash above her. She stood there, not sure what to do, and then she heard some yelling. "This," thought Pearl, "Has to be really bad." She ran up the stairs, and peered out from the small doorway, and was shocked to see what she found. Pirates. Pirates were attempting to take over the ship. Quickly, Pearl shut the door, ran back down the stairs, and into the smaller room. She went through everything in her pack, and finally pulled out what she wanted to find. A pistol-with one bullet. She could hear swords clashing, and pistols going off above her, and she grew terrified. It would be horrible to have the British catch her, but to have pirates find her, she shuddered just at the thought. All of a sudden, she heard the door to the storage room open, and Pearl held her breath.
"Aye, Jesse, I wonder what's in here, eh?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it better make us filthy rich." Replied the other man.
Pearl could hear them tearing off one of lids of the large boxes, and one of them gasped.
"Look here Mate!"
"What? Its, a goblet? So what?" replied the other bitterly.
She heard the other pirate smack the one who spoke bitterly on the head and he said, "No you idiot. It's a golden goblet."
At this, they both started chuckling. They rummaged some more through the boxes, making Pearl feel disgusted. Pirates were always only into getting rich; they couldn't possibly have any hearts. They were worse than the British soldiers. She was still hiding in the corner, clutching her pistol tightly, when she saw the door open.
Crouching low in her hiding spot, she dared not to even breathe, in fear of being found. Through a small crack, she could see a pair of run- down boots walking around the room, very slowly.
"Anyone in here lad?" asked someone from to doorway.
"Not that I can see." Replied a firm, strong sounding male voice.
The man in the doorway snorted and said, " That's what every man say right before someone jumps up behinds them and slits their throat. Look some more."
And with that, the man left, and Pearl could hear the other man sigh and curse under his breath. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped at her hiding place, and Pearl clutched her gun, ready for anything that might happen. But nothing did. The footsteps stood there for about a minute, and then walked off, closing the door behind them.
Pearl stayed in her hiding place for about another five minutes, afraid to move, but she knew that there was no one else in the room, and it would be safe to come out for now. So with that, she quietly crept out of her hiding place, along with her pistol, and stood up. Right then, she realized she had made a terrible, terrible mistake.
He stood right there grinning, a man no older than nineteen years old. Pearl felt so stupid right then, she had been foolish to come out so soon. She slowly raised her gun, and it was aimed at his head.
"You stay away from me or I will put a bullet into your head." Said Pearl through clenched teeth, yet she could not keep her voice from trembling. She had done many things, but never had killed anyone, even if they deserved it.
Her comment made him seem to grin even more, for he said casually, "Oh I have no intention of staying away from you my lady."
Pearl glared at him, angry that he had the nerve to say that, after all, she was the one who had a pistol aimed at his head. He could be dead in a second.
He started walking towards her, very slowly. Pearl felt her hand holding the pistol trembling. Would she really be able to shoot him, to kill him? He walked even closer and she said with obvious nervousness in her voice, "I said stay away, and I mean it!"
He didn't stop walking towards her though. She knew she had to do something. And she did. She fired one shot, into the wall behind him, wasting her only bullet, but she was hoping that would scare him enough. Unfazed by the shot, as Pearl was, the man took his chance, and leaped at Pearl.
And before Pearl knew it, he had knocked the pistol away from her, and he had knocked her to the ground. Before she could resist, he pulled her up gripping her right arm firmly. And the last thing she saw was the man's witty, strong, magnificent blue eyes, and then she blacked out.
*** How did you like it? Was it any good? He,he,he, I'm starting to like this story myself!
Mz Malibu Barbie: I LOVE your name! That's awesome! Thanks for the review, and I am glad you like my story so far, (by the way, I like your stories too!!)
Ruby Hawk: I love your name also! Thanks for the review, and I am also glad you like my story. I am glad it's original, I love making original stories.
Queen of the Caribbean: Wow! Every one of you has a really good pen name! lol. Anyways, thanks a lot for the review, I appreciate you helping me out with a name. I have now chosen a name for Jack Sparrows son, and yes, it's not going to be a very original one, but oh well. It fits well enough! I won't tell you what his name is just yet though! Lol. Thanks!
So, yeah, I hope you all continue to read my story and please review! ***
Chapter Three
Pearl woke up with a start, as the sun shined through one of the holes in the ship and onto her. She blinked a couple of times, and then realized where she was. She was on a large ship heading to Spain. For a moment, she wondered if what she was doing was a bad idea, but she knew she couldn't let herself think that. Besides, it was too late to turn back now, that is, unless she wanted to swim.
Pearl got up, adjusted her clothes, and decided she better do some looking around, just to make sure that no one suspected a stowaway on the ship. With that, she opened the door of the small storage room, and into the much larger one. There were no guards below this part of the deck, she noticed. So with that, Pearl silently went into the larger room, and up the small wooden stairs that creaked with each step.
Deciding to take her chances, and see what it looked like above deck. Pearl took a deep breath and slowly, but only a crack, opened the door that led to the main deck. At first, she only saw a few feet, and heard a lot of voices, then when she opened it a little wider so that her eyes could peer out at the deck, she saw many sailors and some British soldiers. The British soldiers were mostly sitting down, talking and laughing and giving orders, while the sailors (some of them looked quite drunk,) were working. She felt quite relieved that she hadn't been found, at least, not yet.
She closed the door behind her, and crept back down to her hiding place. She sat there, and sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long journey, if not a harsh one. There were bound to be storms, and many other dangers lurking around. Pearl also realized how hungry she was. So, she took out a piece of bread, ate it, and took a swig of some water. She needed to save as much food and water as she could, but she figured she could get more in the kitchen, if necessary, and hopefully, no one would catch her. It all just depended on hope.
Two days later:
It was nighttime, and Pearl was cold. She only had one small blanket that was barely enough to cover her whole body. She tried to ignore the chill that swept over her and made her shiver though, after all, wasn't the cold the least of her worries? She had more important things to worry about. Fairly soon though, she drifted off to sleep. For awhile, at least.
Then, about two hours later, around four o' clock in the morning, just before many would wake up to go back to work, something happened. It all started, when Pearl woke up after hearing some odd sounds. She was a light sleeper, so she guessed it was probably only her that heard them. She got up, went over to the door in her bare feet, and opened the door quietly. Peering out, Pearl saw no one there, but she still felt something was wrong.
All of a sudden, she heard a loud crash above her. She stood there, not sure what to do, and then she heard some yelling. "This," thought Pearl, "Has to be really bad." She ran up the stairs, and peered out from the small doorway, and was shocked to see what she found. Pirates. Pirates were attempting to take over the ship. Quickly, Pearl shut the door, ran back down the stairs, and into the smaller room. She went through everything in her pack, and finally pulled out what she wanted to find. A pistol-with one bullet. She could hear swords clashing, and pistols going off above her, and she grew terrified. It would be horrible to have the British catch her, but to have pirates find her, she shuddered just at the thought. All of a sudden, she heard the door to the storage room open, and Pearl held her breath.
"Aye, Jesse, I wonder what's in here, eh?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it better make us filthy rich." Replied the other man.
Pearl could hear them tearing off one of lids of the large boxes, and one of them gasped.
"Look here Mate!"
"What? Its, a goblet? So what?" replied the other bitterly.
She heard the other pirate smack the one who spoke bitterly on the head and he said, "No you idiot. It's a golden goblet."
At this, they both started chuckling. They rummaged some more through the boxes, making Pearl feel disgusted. Pirates were always only into getting rich; they couldn't possibly have any hearts. They were worse than the British soldiers. She was still hiding in the corner, clutching her pistol tightly, when she saw the door open.
Crouching low in her hiding spot, she dared not to even breathe, in fear of being found. Through a small crack, she could see a pair of run- down boots walking around the room, very slowly.
"Anyone in here lad?" asked someone from to doorway.
"Not that I can see." Replied a firm, strong sounding male voice.
The man in the doorway snorted and said, " That's what every man say right before someone jumps up behinds them and slits their throat. Look some more."
And with that, the man left, and Pearl could hear the other man sigh and curse under his breath. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped at her hiding place, and Pearl clutched her gun, ready for anything that might happen. But nothing did. The footsteps stood there for about a minute, and then walked off, closing the door behind them.
Pearl stayed in her hiding place for about another five minutes, afraid to move, but she knew that there was no one else in the room, and it would be safe to come out for now. So with that, she quietly crept out of her hiding place, along with her pistol, and stood up. Right then, she realized she had made a terrible, terrible mistake.
He stood right there grinning, a man no older than nineteen years old. Pearl felt so stupid right then, she had been foolish to come out so soon. She slowly raised her gun, and it was aimed at his head.
"You stay away from me or I will put a bullet into your head." Said Pearl through clenched teeth, yet she could not keep her voice from trembling. She had done many things, but never had killed anyone, even if they deserved it.
Her comment made him seem to grin even more, for he said casually, "Oh I have no intention of staying away from you my lady."
Pearl glared at him, angry that he had the nerve to say that, after all, she was the one who had a pistol aimed at his head. He could be dead in a second.
He started walking towards her, very slowly. Pearl felt her hand holding the pistol trembling. Would she really be able to shoot him, to kill him? He walked even closer and she said with obvious nervousness in her voice, "I said stay away, and I mean it!"
He didn't stop walking towards her though. She knew she had to do something. And she did. She fired one shot, into the wall behind him, wasting her only bullet, but she was hoping that would scare him enough. Unfazed by the shot, as Pearl was, the man took his chance, and leaped at Pearl.
And before Pearl knew it, he had knocked the pistol away from her, and he had knocked her to the ground. Before she could resist, he pulled her up gripping her right arm firmly. And the last thing she saw was the man's witty, strong, magnificent blue eyes, and then she blacked out.
*** How did you like it? Was it any good? He,he,he, I'm starting to like this story myself!
Mz Malibu Barbie: I LOVE your name! That's awesome! Thanks for the review, and I am glad you like my story so far, (by the way, I like your stories too!!)
Ruby Hawk: I love your name also! Thanks for the review, and I am also glad you like my story. I am glad it's original, I love making original stories.
Queen of the Caribbean: Wow! Every one of you has a really good pen name! lol. Anyways, thanks a lot for the review, I appreciate you helping me out with a name. I have now chosen a name for Jack Sparrows son, and yes, it's not going to be a very original one, but oh well. It fits well enough! I won't tell you what his name is just yet though! Lol. Thanks!
So, yeah, I hope you all continue to read my story and please review! ***