Chapter 2: Storytime!
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Jack Sparrow or any of the rights to POTC. Kaci Jo sobs uncontrollably before Ary Rose slaps her.
ARY: Get a hold of yourself Joey!
JOEY: It's just so tragic!
ARY: Why is not owning Jack Sparrow so tragic?!?
JOEY: Tell me, how do you feel about not owning Aragorn?
ARY: sobs uncontrollably
JOEY: Ok, enough of this stupidity. On with the story!
Faith said nothing, but instead she set herself to work sharpening the dagger.
"So tell me. What on God's good earth possessed you to come aboard this ship?" Abbi asked as she began to clean her pistol.
"It was either that or be killed. What would you have done?"
"I suppose I would have done the same, considering that's how I got on the ship in the first place," Abbi said, a small smile coming to her face at the memory.
"What do you mean?" Faith asked, her eyes on the dagger but her mind on the conversation.
"I grew up in a large city – I can't even remember the name – with my mother. She was a wench; it was the only way she could support herself. One night, she found a pirate. She found out a few months later that she was pregnant with me. Needless to say, she gave up her 'profession' immediately." Abbi gave a deep, thoughtful sigh. "Then, when I was seven, my mother died. The doctors couldn't figure it out – some kind of mysterious disease. I was completely alone. I knew I had to leave the town; I didn't want to get landed in some wretched orphanage. So I bartered passage onto a merchant ship. There I lived for seven years. I swabbed the decks, worked in the galley and the kitchen – all the jobs nobody else wanted. I was never treated improperly, but I eventually got fed up with being treated as a slave, so I got off the ship at Port Cecilia. There I worked as a barmaid at the local tavern. I worked that job for four years." Abbi stopped here and went to hang up the dresses that were still crumpled on the floor.
Faith looked at her intently, obviously expecting a continuation. "Well?" she prompted. "You can't leave off there! How did you get onto this ship? How did you become a piratess?"
Abbi smiled knowingly at Faith. Faith couldn't resist smiling back at her. "Well, one night, Port Cecilia was attacked – by pirates. I ran for the docks, hoping to barter passage onto another blasted ship. I succeeded, but I did not realize until it was too late that I had bargained my way onto the pirate ship itself." Faith tried to stifle her laugh, but only halfway succeeded, so it came out as a snort. Abbi looked at Faith sternly. "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you. At least I didn't know I was getting onto a pirate ship like a certain someone I know." Faith's smile quickly faded and Abbi continued, seating herself in a chair opposite Faith. "Anyway, the pirates planned to institute me as the ship's wench, even though that's definitely not what we agreed to as the terms. So, went one of the scallywags took me into a cabin and tried to... well, to use me, I took out my pistol, which I always kept strapped to my leg under my skirt. I killed the man without a second glance. I ran above deck to try to get off of the ship, but we had already left the Port. Before I knew it, I was in the Captain's cabin explaining what had happened. To make a long story short, he told me I could stay if I pulled my own weight on the ship. Now he's given me my own cabin and my own share of the plunder, and the boys know the rules. They wouldn't only have to deal with me, but they'd have to deal with the Captain too if someone were to... step out of line. I've been on this ship for four years and haven't regretted the decision yet." Abbi finished with a smile. She braided her dark red hair and moved to her bed. Her deep blue eyes penetrated into Faith's bright green ones. Abbi suddenly asked, "So what's your story?"
Faith was reluctant to give up any information, but she realized that it was only fair; after all, Abbi had told her story. "Well," she began. She cleared her throat and went back to sharpening the dagger. "I've lived a pretty rich life since I was very young; my father is a noble man. But he's also and over-controlling egomaniacal idiot! I just couldn't take it anymore. On my seventeenth birthday, he held this great celebration. At the end of it he announced to everyone that I would be marrying Sir Blanche de Blakely in the spring. Does the name tell you why I was on a merchant ship the next morning?" Faith asked sarcastically.
"It speaks volumes," Abbi answered simply. Her eyes fell on the blade that Faith was working so dutifully on. The small but sharp, slightly curved dagger had an intricately carved handle that was just the right size for Faith's grip. There was pearl laid into the hilt and a ruby was set just where the hilt met the blade. The blade was engraved with an ivy-like design and there were gemstones inlaid at carefully planned intervals. "That's quite a blade, mate. Where did you get it? It must have cost a pretty penny!"
"No, it was actually a gift. A friend of mine made it for me at home." She replaced the dagger at her hip. "It's been a constant friend and companion. I guess it's like you and your gun. I couldn't shoot a gun even if it had one."
"It's easy enough to learn. I'll teach you. All you do..."
"No, no! It's not that. I don't have the guts!"
Abbi smiled a little. She would learn. "Well, I suppose we should go inform the Captain of your presence on the ship, eh?" She winked broadly.
Faith nodded, not allowing her fear to show, but trying to trust her new friend. She checked her dagger and stood to follow Abbi out the door of the cabin.
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Well, that was chapter two! We know, It's been a TERRIBLE few chapters without Captain Jack, but he's coming in the next chapter- We promise! Now, see the little button that says "Submit Review"? PLEASE click it and give us some feedback! This is our first fanfic ever, and it would be a shame if it were our last because we never got any reviews! We are looking forward to them!
Happy Writing! Ary Rose (Ary) & Kaci Jo (Joey)
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Jack Sparrow or any of the rights to POTC. Kaci Jo sobs uncontrollably before Ary Rose slaps her.
ARY: Get a hold of yourself Joey!
JOEY: It's just so tragic!
ARY: Why is not owning Jack Sparrow so tragic?!?
JOEY: Tell me, how do you feel about not owning Aragorn?
ARY: sobs uncontrollably
JOEY: Ok, enough of this stupidity. On with the story!
Faith said nothing, but instead she set herself to work sharpening the dagger.
"So tell me. What on God's good earth possessed you to come aboard this ship?" Abbi asked as she began to clean her pistol.
"It was either that or be killed. What would you have done?"
"I suppose I would have done the same, considering that's how I got on the ship in the first place," Abbi said, a small smile coming to her face at the memory.
"What do you mean?" Faith asked, her eyes on the dagger but her mind on the conversation.
"I grew up in a large city – I can't even remember the name – with my mother. She was a wench; it was the only way she could support herself. One night, she found a pirate. She found out a few months later that she was pregnant with me. Needless to say, she gave up her 'profession' immediately." Abbi gave a deep, thoughtful sigh. "Then, when I was seven, my mother died. The doctors couldn't figure it out – some kind of mysterious disease. I was completely alone. I knew I had to leave the town; I didn't want to get landed in some wretched orphanage. So I bartered passage onto a merchant ship. There I lived for seven years. I swabbed the decks, worked in the galley and the kitchen – all the jobs nobody else wanted. I was never treated improperly, but I eventually got fed up with being treated as a slave, so I got off the ship at Port Cecilia. There I worked as a barmaid at the local tavern. I worked that job for four years." Abbi stopped here and went to hang up the dresses that were still crumpled on the floor.
Faith looked at her intently, obviously expecting a continuation. "Well?" she prompted. "You can't leave off there! How did you get onto this ship? How did you become a piratess?"
Abbi smiled knowingly at Faith. Faith couldn't resist smiling back at her. "Well, one night, Port Cecilia was attacked – by pirates. I ran for the docks, hoping to barter passage onto another blasted ship. I succeeded, but I did not realize until it was too late that I had bargained my way onto the pirate ship itself." Faith tried to stifle her laugh, but only halfway succeeded, so it came out as a snort. Abbi looked at Faith sternly. "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you. At least I didn't know I was getting onto a pirate ship like a certain someone I know." Faith's smile quickly faded and Abbi continued, seating herself in a chair opposite Faith. "Anyway, the pirates planned to institute me as the ship's wench, even though that's definitely not what we agreed to as the terms. So, went one of the scallywags took me into a cabin and tried to... well, to use me, I took out my pistol, which I always kept strapped to my leg under my skirt. I killed the man without a second glance. I ran above deck to try to get off of the ship, but we had already left the Port. Before I knew it, I was in the Captain's cabin explaining what had happened. To make a long story short, he told me I could stay if I pulled my own weight on the ship. Now he's given me my own cabin and my own share of the plunder, and the boys know the rules. They wouldn't only have to deal with me, but they'd have to deal with the Captain too if someone were to... step out of line. I've been on this ship for four years and haven't regretted the decision yet." Abbi finished with a smile. She braided her dark red hair and moved to her bed. Her deep blue eyes penetrated into Faith's bright green ones. Abbi suddenly asked, "So what's your story?"
Faith was reluctant to give up any information, but she realized that it was only fair; after all, Abbi had told her story. "Well," she began. She cleared her throat and went back to sharpening the dagger. "I've lived a pretty rich life since I was very young; my father is a noble man. But he's also and over-controlling egomaniacal idiot! I just couldn't take it anymore. On my seventeenth birthday, he held this great celebration. At the end of it he announced to everyone that I would be marrying Sir Blanche de Blakely in the spring. Does the name tell you why I was on a merchant ship the next morning?" Faith asked sarcastically.
"It speaks volumes," Abbi answered simply. Her eyes fell on the blade that Faith was working so dutifully on. The small but sharp, slightly curved dagger had an intricately carved handle that was just the right size for Faith's grip. There was pearl laid into the hilt and a ruby was set just where the hilt met the blade. The blade was engraved with an ivy-like design and there were gemstones inlaid at carefully planned intervals. "That's quite a blade, mate. Where did you get it? It must have cost a pretty penny!"
"No, it was actually a gift. A friend of mine made it for me at home." She replaced the dagger at her hip. "It's been a constant friend and companion. I guess it's like you and your gun. I couldn't shoot a gun even if it had one."
"It's easy enough to learn. I'll teach you. All you do..."
"No, no! It's not that. I don't have the guts!"
Abbi smiled a little. She would learn. "Well, I suppose we should go inform the Captain of your presence on the ship, eh?" She winked broadly.
Faith nodded, not allowing her fear to show, but trying to trust her new friend. She checked her dagger and stood to follow Abbi out the door of the cabin.
~*~
Well, that was chapter two! We know, It's been a TERRIBLE few chapters without Captain Jack, but he's coming in the next chapter- We promise! Now, see the little button that says "Submit Review"? PLEASE click it and give us some feedback! This is our first fanfic ever, and it would be a shame if it were our last because we never got any reviews! We are looking forward to them!
Happy Writing! Ary Rose (Ary) & Kaci Jo (Joey)