Hi!! This is my second Pirates of the Caribbean fiction, and I got the idea
during a two-hour car ride. I hope you all like it, and I hope you review!
Chapter One: The Pirate
"Katherine, where are you?" I heard Miss Maycomer yell up the stairs. I groaned. She never left me alone.
"I'm right here!" I called down the rickety staircase.
"I need you down here now!" She yelled. "We have a full house tonight, and some of them are pretty rowdy."
I sighed, and tramped down the stairs. I try not to talk in front of her. She hates my indecent pirate drawl, as she calls it.
"And do you ever take those godforsaken boots off?" She asked, highly exasperated over the amount of noise I made walking around in my clunky black boots.
I shook my head. She knew I never took them off. They were one of the few things I had left from my father.
I walked into the bar. She was right. I had never seen the place more crowded. It was my guess that a pirate ship or two had docked, judging by the looks of the crowd.
Miss Maycomer must have thought that I had enough time to daydream. "Get to work!" She yelled, and, as usual, I followed orders.
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It was a hard night. There were a lot of pirates, and they were pretty rowdy. I had dealt with far worst before, though, and wasn't particularly frightened. One man did catch my eye, though. But I tried to push him away. He was obviously Captain of his ship, because everyone referred to him as captain, but he also held himself like a captain, and there was an air of importance around him. He really liked his rum, too. I must have sold him a gallon or two throughout the night.
And here I am now, mixing up yet another drink for this unknown captain. He was handsome, in sort of a rugged way. He was obviously a pirate, and he had the most loyal crew I had ever seen.
I walked out with his drink. "Here you are, sir." I said, with my fake polite voice that made me nauseous in less then ten minutes.
"Thank you, luv." He said, his own voice deep and rolling. His dark, intense eyes looked up at me, and widened. I don't know what he found so surprising. So I looked like I belonged on a ship like his own then in a bar, it wasn't that shocking. Life had been rough for me since my dad died, and a string of bad incidents was why a respectable pirate like myself was stuck serving men that I would have raided, if my father was alive.
"Who might you be?" He asked. My eyes looked into his, and my gut was telling me that he could be trusted. And every time I had gone against my gut, I ended up in trouble.
"Katherine Turner." I said. "My father was William Turner. Bootstrap Bill." I added, realizing that very few people knew Dad as William.
"I didn't know he had a little girl." The Captain said.
"Aye, he did." I said.
The Captain looked at me for a while. Then he said "Sit down, luv. We have to discus something."
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Sorry for the shortness, but I want some reviews first!!!!!!
Chapter One: The Pirate
"Katherine, where are you?" I heard Miss Maycomer yell up the stairs. I groaned. She never left me alone.
"I'm right here!" I called down the rickety staircase.
"I need you down here now!" She yelled. "We have a full house tonight, and some of them are pretty rowdy."
I sighed, and tramped down the stairs. I try not to talk in front of her. She hates my indecent pirate drawl, as she calls it.
"And do you ever take those godforsaken boots off?" She asked, highly exasperated over the amount of noise I made walking around in my clunky black boots.
I shook my head. She knew I never took them off. They were one of the few things I had left from my father.
I walked into the bar. She was right. I had never seen the place more crowded. It was my guess that a pirate ship or two had docked, judging by the looks of the crowd.
Miss Maycomer must have thought that I had enough time to daydream. "Get to work!" She yelled, and, as usual, I followed orders.
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It was a hard night. There were a lot of pirates, and they were pretty rowdy. I had dealt with far worst before, though, and wasn't particularly frightened. One man did catch my eye, though. But I tried to push him away. He was obviously Captain of his ship, because everyone referred to him as captain, but he also held himself like a captain, and there was an air of importance around him. He really liked his rum, too. I must have sold him a gallon or two throughout the night.
And here I am now, mixing up yet another drink for this unknown captain. He was handsome, in sort of a rugged way. He was obviously a pirate, and he had the most loyal crew I had ever seen.
I walked out with his drink. "Here you are, sir." I said, with my fake polite voice that made me nauseous in less then ten minutes.
"Thank you, luv." He said, his own voice deep and rolling. His dark, intense eyes looked up at me, and widened. I don't know what he found so surprising. So I looked like I belonged on a ship like his own then in a bar, it wasn't that shocking. Life had been rough for me since my dad died, and a string of bad incidents was why a respectable pirate like myself was stuck serving men that I would have raided, if my father was alive.
"Who might you be?" He asked. My eyes looked into his, and my gut was telling me that he could be trusted. And every time I had gone against my gut, I ended up in trouble.
"Katherine Turner." I said. "My father was William Turner. Bootstrap Bill." I added, realizing that very few people knew Dad as William.
"I didn't know he had a little girl." The Captain said.
"Aye, he did." I said.
The Captain looked at me for a while. Then he said "Sit down, luv. We have to discus something."
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Sorry for the shortness, but I want some reviews first!!!!!!
