Pearl sighed in the nighttime air. She felt someone come up
behind her. She turned to see James.
"Sorry, Ms. Sparrow." James blushed. Pearl lifted a brow.
"For what?" She asked looking at him.
"Scaring you." James said. "You jumped."
"Me, scared?" Pearl lifted both brows now. He took his place next to her. "How do you know, Ms. Alexandra?"
"She came into town." James shrugged. "My father had said that she came from England, from my sister's boarding school. She said that she was a friend."
"Friend?" Pearl looked at him. "Highly unlikely that a pirate be friends with a noble."
"Many things are very unlikely, Ms. Sparrow," James smiled, "That's not one of them."
Jessy stood from a distance looking at Pearl and her brother. She smiled to herself and shook her head.
"Poor Pearl." Jessy sighed.
"Why poor Pearl?" Jane had come up behind her daughter, and made her jump.
"Just look at them, mum." Jessy pointed over to them, "It's going to be a repeat of Emma and Davy or Katherine and Jack."
"I don't see what's so poor Pearl about that." Jane shrugged. "Seems to me that its not poor Pearl more like finally."
"I guess." Jessy looked down sadly.
"Don't worry love, Pearl's not that kind of girl." Jane hugged her daughter. "She's too much like Jack."
Davy closed his eyes and looked down to the blue water. Then back at the crowded ship with the laughing pirates. The plank waved a bit with the ship. Alexa smiled looking at him she waved. Lea stood next to her, her blue Caribbean eyes looked sadly on him. Davy looked to the little island in the moonlight, and back at Alexa.
"When a pirate's maroon he's given a pistol." Davy shouted. Alexa gave a laugh
"That's funny," She laughed, "cause we're not maroonin' ya we're drownin ya." Davy looked at her wide-eyed.
"Come on boy, jump!" A pirate went out and pounded on the plank. Davy lost his balance and fell into the deep black oblivion of the water. Soon he merged to the surface and began to swim to the little island, that he had become familiar with as his father's island.
Emma closed her eyes. He was gone, and she was alone. She should've told him, she should've said she was sorry. Sighing she eased herself down a little, to sleep. She heard a thump and scrambled to sit up. Lea stood there, looking at Emma intently.
"Hello." Emma smiled softly at the child.
"Hi," Lea smiled blushing a bit, "my name's Lea."
"My name's Emma." Emma smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be up on deck, with your mother?"
"My mum thinks I'm playing with Patrick." Lea shrugged. Emma had a question, but Lea asked one first. "Who was that man?"
"What man?" Emma asked.
"The one that was down over there." Lea pointed to the now empty cell. Emma bit her lip the girl wasn't stupid.
"His name is Davy." Emma said, keeping tears back.
"Why does he have the same eyes as me?" Lea asked.
"Your mother should tell you that." Emma smiled.
"Me mum, don't tell me anythin'." Lea pouted. "She never pays attention to me, all she cares about is her mum and getin' her back." Emma remained quiet for a minute.
"She loves you though." Emma sighed.
"I don't think so, she never play with me." Lea sighed, "Patrick always does."
"Lea, who's...." Emma started.
"Lea!" There was a man's voice from the deck.
"Sorry, Ms. Emma." Lea said scrambling up the stairs. "I have to go, Patrick is callin' me."
"Sorry, Ms. Sparrow." James blushed. Pearl lifted a brow.
"For what?" She asked looking at him.
"Scaring you." James said. "You jumped."
"Me, scared?" Pearl lifted both brows now. He took his place next to her. "How do you know, Ms. Alexandra?"
"She came into town." James shrugged. "My father had said that she came from England, from my sister's boarding school. She said that she was a friend."
"Friend?" Pearl looked at him. "Highly unlikely that a pirate be friends with a noble."
"Many things are very unlikely, Ms. Sparrow," James smiled, "That's not one of them."
Jessy stood from a distance looking at Pearl and her brother. She smiled to herself and shook her head.
"Poor Pearl." Jessy sighed.
"Why poor Pearl?" Jane had come up behind her daughter, and made her jump.
"Just look at them, mum." Jessy pointed over to them, "It's going to be a repeat of Emma and Davy or Katherine and Jack."
"I don't see what's so poor Pearl about that." Jane shrugged. "Seems to me that its not poor Pearl more like finally."
"I guess." Jessy looked down sadly.
"Don't worry love, Pearl's not that kind of girl." Jane hugged her daughter. "She's too much like Jack."
Davy closed his eyes and looked down to the blue water. Then back at the crowded ship with the laughing pirates. The plank waved a bit with the ship. Alexa smiled looking at him she waved. Lea stood next to her, her blue Caribbean eyes looked sadly on him. Davy looked to the little island in the moonlight, and back at Alexa.
"When a pirate's maroon he's given a pistol." Davy shouted. Alexa gave a laugh
"That's funny," She laughed, "cause we're not maroonin' ya we're drownin ya." Davy looked at her wide-eyed.
"Come on boy, jump!" A pirate went out and pounded on the plank. Davy lost his balance and fell into the deep black oblivion of the water. Soon he merged to the surface and began to swim to the little island, that he had become familiar with as his father's island.
Emma closed her eyes. He was gone, and she was alone. She should've told him, she should've said she was sorry. Sighing she eased herself down a little, to sleep. She heard a thump and scrambled to sit up. Lea stood there, looking at Emma intently.
"Hello." Emma smiled softly at the child.
"Hi," Lea smiled blushing a bit, "my name's Lea."
"My name's Emma." Emma smiled. "Aren't you supposed to be up on deck, with your mother?"
"My mum thinks I'm playing with Patrick." Lea shrugged. Emma had a question, but Lea asked one first. "Who was that man?"
"What man?" Emma asked.
"The one that was down over there." Lea pointed to the now empty cell. Emma bit her lip the girl wasn't stupid.
"His name is Davy." Emma said, keeping tears back.
"Why does he have the same eyes as me?" Lea asked.
"Your mother should tell you that." Emma smiled.
"Me mum, don't tell me anythin'." Lea pouted. "She never pays attention to me, all she cares about is her mum and getin' her back." Emma remained quiet for a minute.
"She loves you though." Emma sighed.
"I don't think so, she never play with me." Lea sighed, "Patrick always does."
"Lea, who's...." Emma started.
"Lea!" There was a man's voice from the deck.
"Sorry, Ms. Emma." Lea said scrambling up the stairs. "I have to go, Patrick is callin' me."