Chapter 2
"Disguises"
You wait until just before dawn. You sneak out of your room and to a small closet in the hall. You begin to sift through your father's old hunting clothes. You find several old shirts, pairs of dirt pants, a straw hat, and old boots. Luckily, the clothes were a bit big, so your plan may not look so bad. You take the several pairs of clothes and put them into an old pillowcase.
You change from your mint-green nightgown into a pair of dirty brown pants that were too long for you, an oversized white shirt that was opened at the chest. You were thankful for your undergarments, but wrap a piece of cloth tightly around your chest to hide any noticeable curves. You put on a shirt under the other shirt to cover up the wrap. You cut the long pants up to your knees and use the spare pieces of cloth as a bandana. You twist your long hair up into a bun and put on the hat. You hesitate at putting dirt on your face, but do it anyways. You make a clever fake mustache out of an old brush of yours and put it on your face using candle wax. The candle wax burns at first, but quickly dries. It is clear and barely noticeable. You examine yourself in the mirror.
"Woah, I am so crafty!" you think.
You look like a young man. The dirt on your face covers up your pink cheeks. The baggy clothes hide your feminine curves and makes you appear to be a scrawny young man. Your eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows still look feminine, but you did see many men that had them. You took out a quill and paper to leave a note for your parents.
"Dearest Mother & Father,
Norrington had asked me to go with him on a trip to Paris. Please do not worry for me. I will be safe and will be back shortly.
Yours truly,
(Your name)."
You place the letter on a table in the dinning room where your parents first went to in the morning. You took a small dagger in a small leather cover from your father's things and placed it in your left boot. You then gathered your pillowcase and head down to the docks.
On the way there, you practiced on speaking in a manly voice.
"Hello.hmm mmm.hello, I'm Luke Johnson and I was wondering if I could travel with you. I can cook and clean for not a single pay. I just want to get away," you say in a shaky male voice.
You decided to go under the alias of a young male named Luke Johnson. You saw that Norrington's ship, the Destroyer, was already gone. You cautiously approach the Pearl where you saw Jack and some men from his crew loading things onto the pearl.
"Here goes nothing," you whisper as you approach Jack.
"Careful lads, that be me best rum!" says Jack.
"Um, excuse, but are you Captain Jack Sparrow?" you ask in your man voice.
Jack turns and looks at you.
"That be me," he says with a smile.
"Well, I was wanting to know if you needed a cook or an extra crew mate," you say. "I'll do it for free as long as I can travel with you. I have no family here and wish to see the world."
Jack looks you over. Or one minute you think he can see through the disguise and see it's you, but he doesn't.
"That be great. Poor AnaMaria been complain' about not enough help in the kitchen. What be your name, lad?" says Jack.
"Luke. Luke Johnson," you say.
"Welcome aboard the Pearl, Luke," says Jack.
You finally board the Pearl and meet some of the crew. You meet a man named Gibbs.
"Oy, this be Gibbs, a good mate of mine," says Jack.
Gibbs shakes your hand.
"Woah there, you have soft hands for a lad. You be how old?" asks Gibbs.
"Twenty-three," you reply, hiding your hand.
"Well, always nice for a lad to start out young. There not be a enough room for ya in the crew's living quarters. AnaMaria has the small room near the stern.so," says Gibbs.
Jack smiles.
"Don't ya worry. I can set up an extra area in me room," he says. "Just don't be getting' in me good rum, savvy?"
"Savvy," you say, not quite sure what that means.
"Alright lads, and lady," Jack says, seeing AnaMaria, "lift the anchor and get to your positions. We be going on a quick trip to get us some plunder!"
Hoots and hollers follow this. Jack beams and goes to the wheel. Gibbs takes your pillowcase and puts it in the Captain's Quarters.
"Well, here goes nothing," you think as the ship begins to sail away from Port Royal.
"Disguises"
You wait until just before dawn. You sneak out of your room and to a small closet in the hall. You begin to sift through your father's old hunting clothes. You find several old shirts, pairs of dirt pants, a straw hat, and old boots. Luckily, the clothes were a bit big, so your plan may not look so bad. You take the several pairs of clothes and put them into an old pillowcase.
You change from your mint-green nightgown into a pair of dirty brown pants that were too long for you, an oversized white shirt that was opened at the chest. You were thankful for your undergarments, but wrap a piece of cloth tightly around your chest to hide any noticeable curves. You put on a shirt under the other shirt to cover up the wrap. You cut the long pants up to your knees and use the spare pieces of cloth as a bandana. You twist your long hair up into a bun and put on the hat. You hesitate at putting dirt on your face, but do it anyways. You make a clever fake mustache out of an old brush of yours and put it on your face using candle wax. The candle wax burns at first, but quickly dries. It is clear and barely noticeable. You examine yourself in the mirror.
"Woah, I am so crafty!" you think.
You look like a young man. The dirt on your face covers up your pink cheeks. The baggy clothes hide your feminine curves and makes you appear to be a scrawny young man. Your eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows still look feminine, but you did see many men that had them. You took out a quill and paper to leave a note for your parents.
"Dearest Mother & Father,
Norrington had asked me to go with him on a trip to Paris. Please do not worry for me. I will be safe and will be back shortly.
Yours truly,
(Your name)."
You place the letter on a table in the dinning room where your parents first went to in the morning. You took a small dagger in a small leather cover from your father's things and placed it in your left boot. You then gathered your pillowcase and head down to the docks.
On the way there, you practiced on speaking in a manly voice.
"Hello.hmm mmm.hello, I'm Luke Johnson and I was wondering if I could travel with you. I can cook and clean for not a single pay. I just want to get away," you say in a shaky male voice.
You decided to go under the alias of a young male named Luke Johnson. You saw that Norrington's ship, the Destroyer, was already gone. You cautiously approach the Pearl where you saw Jack and some men from his crew loading things onto the pearl.
"Here goes nothing," you whisper as you approach Jack.
"Careful lads, that be me best rum!" says Jack.
"Um, excuse, but are you Captain Jack Sparrow?" you ask in your man voice.
Jack turns and looks at you.
"That be me," he says with a smile.
"Well, I was wanting to know if you needed a cook or an extra crew mate," you say. "I'll do it for free as long as I can travel with you. I have no family here and wish to see the world."
Jack looks you over. Or one minute you think he can see through the disguise and see it's you, but he doesn't.
"That be great. Poor AnaMaria been complain' about not enough help in the kitchen. What be your name, lad?" says Jack.
"Luke. Luke Johnson," you say.
"Welcome aboard the Pearl, Luke," says Jack.
You finally board the Pearl and meet some of the crew. You meet a man named Gibbs.
"Oy, this be Gibbs, a good mate of mine," says Jack.
Gibbs shakes your hand.
"Woah there, you have soft hands for a lad. You be how old?" asks Gibbs.
"Twenty-three," you reply, hiding your hand.
"Well, always nice for a lad to start out young. There not be a enough room for ya in the crew's living quarters. AnaMaria has the small room near the stern.so," says Gibbs.
Jack smiles.
"Don't ya worry. I can set up an extra area in me room," he says. "Just don't be getting' in me good rum, savvy?"
"Savvy," you say, not quite sure what that means.
"Alright lads, and lady," Jack says, seeing AnaMaria, "lift the anchor and get to your positions. We be going on a quick trip to get us some plunder!"
Hoots and hollers follow this. Jack beams and goes to the wheel. Gibbs takes your pillowcase and puts it in the Captain's Quarters.
"Well, here goes nothing," you think as the ship begins to sail away from Port Royal.
