Hello there! Well, this is my first story! I hope you enjoy it!
A/N: I do not own these characters except and Anna and whomever else are not in POTC. And yada, yada, yada.
Chapter 1: Confrontations and Accusations
"May I ask; have you actually ever bestowed eyes upon a pirate?" Commodore Norrington of Port Royal questioned.
"No, I can't say that I have, Commodore," I retorted. The Commodore looked at me in disbelief with just a hint of disgust.
I reached out my hand, gesturing for him to help me up from the dusty grounds of the street. He hesitated, sighed, and grabbed my hand. I stood up, the top of my forehead reaching the tip of his chin. He wiped off his hand on a handkerchief that was placed in the pocket of his attire. I brushed off my black skirt and looked him boldly in the eyes.
"Why would you inquire such a question?" I tilted my head, pondering. Why would the Commodore come up to me, a penniless woman, and ask such a bizarre question.
"My business is my own, but, I believe an exception is in order. The governor and I are searching for a pirate upon Port Royal. It is said that he had spoken with a gypsy... near William Turner's blacksmith shop," he paused, tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. "Isn't remarkable that we found a gypsy, nigh this wonderful blacksmith shop? Oh and would you look at that, it just so happens to be owned by William Turner. Can you take a probable guess as to whom this gypsy is?" I did not appreciate the sarcasm or the accusation.
"You know Commodore, for one as brilliant as you, you can be quite obtuse. It is remarkable that you found a gypsy nigh this blacksmith shop. But I can't say that I have ever seen one here before," I hastily rejoinder.
"Why Anna, you are quite the gypsy. With your insane garb. Any woman would think twice before wearing such a display of colors. Who in their right mind would wear a purple corset atop a white blouse? As to my understanding, corsets are to be worn on the inside. And anyone whom is sane would agree that such jewelry is a sure sign of witchery. And if not witchery than insanity.
"I do believe that lying to the Commodore of this port is not right with the law, especially such a severe lie as this. You aided in the hiding of Captain Jack Sparrow. Although, Jack will not be in hiding for long. I am under strict rule to barricade you in the jail of Port Royal after you inform us where he is hiding. If you refuse, which I doubt you will, you will be hung aside your dear friend Jack," as he said the word 'hung', a satisfied smile came about his forbidding face.
"How dare you judge and threaten me. I am no gypsy. I apologize for not having a vast amount of clothing. In fact, these are without doubt the only clothes that I possess. And how I where my clothes does not define my profession or who I am. If that is what you would designate a gypsy nevertheless.
"Even if I do know where Jack Sparrow is, I would never tell the likes of you. And if being hung is my punishment, than so be it. But I do not see any assistance as to catching me," I declare. A devilish smirk approaches his face. My eyes widen as four red coats take stand beside him. I hesitate, but regain my thoughts. I quickly alter to run. I turn the corner as fast as my stout legs will allow. Places to hide sketch through my mind. I rapidly think of somewhere to go. "I know just the place," I smile.
A/N: I do not own these characters except and Anna and whomever else are not in POTC. And yada, yada, yada.
Chapter 1: Confrontations and Accusations
"May I ask; have you actually ever bestowed eyes upon a pirate?" Commodore Norrington of Port Royal questioned.
"No, I can't say that I have, Commodore," I retorted. The Commodore looked at me in disbelief with just a hint of disgust.
I reached out my hand, gesturing for him to help me up from the dusty grounds of the street. He hesitated, sighed, and grabbed my hand. I stood up, the top of my forehead reaching the tip of his chin. He wiped off his hand on a handkerchief that was placed in the pocket of his attire. I brushed off my black skirt and looked him boldly in the eyes.
"Why would you inquire such a question?" I tilted my head, pondering. Why would the Commodore come up to me, a penniless woman, and ask such a bizarre question.
"My business is my own, but, I believe an exception is in order. The governor and I are searching for a pirate upon Port Royal. It is said that he had spoken with a gypsy... near William Turner's blacksmith shop," he paused, tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. "Isn't remarkable that we found a gypsy, nigh this wonderful blacksmith shop? Oh and would you look at that, it just so happens to be owned by William Turner. Can you take a probable guess as to whom this gypsy is?" I did not appreciate the sarcasm or the accusation.
"You know Commodore, for one as brilliant as you, you can be quite obtuse. It is remarkable that you found a gypsy nigh this blacksmith shop. But I can't say that I have ever seen one here before," I hastily rejoinder.
"Why Anna, you are quite the gypsy. With your insane garb. Any woman would think twice before wearing such a display of colors. Who in their right mind would wear a purple corset atop a white blouse? As to my understanding, corsets are to be worn on the inside. And anyone whom is sane would agree that such jewelry is a sure sign of witchery. And if not witchery than insanity.
"I do believe that lying to the Commodore of this port is not right with the law, especially such a severe lie as this. You aided in the hiding of Captain Jack Sparrow. Although, Jack will not be in hiding for long. I am under strict rule to barricade you in the jail of Port Royal after you inform us where he is hiding. If you refuse, which I doubt you will, you will be hung aside your dear friend Jack," as he said the word 'hung', a satisfied smile came about his forbidding face.
"How dare you judge and threaten me. I am no gypsy. I apologize for not having a vast amount of clothing. In fact, these are without doubt the only clothes that I possess. And how I where my clothes does not define my profession or who I am. If that is what you would designate a gypsy nevertheless.
"Even if I do know where Jack Sparrow is, I would never tell the likes of you. And if being hung is my punishment, than so be it. But I do not see any assistance as to catching me," I declare. A devilish smirk approaches his face. My eyes widen as four red coats take stand beside him. I hesitate, but regain my thoughts. I quickly alter to run. I turn the corner as fast as my stout legs will allow. Places to hide sketch through my mind. I rapidly think of somewhere to go. "I know just the place," I smile.
