Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann....oh just read it. You know I don't own anything (damned mouse!).
Arden Hawkins stepped out of the hold of the ship carefully. She hadn't been seen during the voyage, and she didn't intend on being seen then. As she made her way out she watched the merchants carrying their wares out to be sold on the streets of Port Royal. Arden thanked her lucky stars that she had even made it this far. If she had been caught, she'd have been tossed overboard....or worse.
On the streets Arden noticed that people were giving her odd looks. She went over and glanced in a puddle left by some careless servant bringing in water. Her long, dark red hair was filthy, as was her face. While hiding on the merchant ship she had been forced to hide in a coalbin so she wouldn't be detected. That was apparent because of the dark streaks on her face. As she sat up she noticed a ship docked away from the others. This ship was far more grand than the merchant vessel she had stowed away upon. Its prow was painted in a dark blue trimmed with gold. The sails were creamy white, while the gold lettering flashed Dauntless. Being a curious person, Arden decided to take a closer look.
As she approached The Dauntless Arden saw two men guarding. They didn't look like they particularly liked this position, but held it just the same. As she drew near the larger one came up to her.
"'Ey there missie!" he said. "You can't be comin' up 'ere. No civilians is allowed 'ere." Arden smiled winningly at the soldier. He didn't seem too worried about this girl. She was probably some girl who borrowed her brother's clothes and wanted to wander around.
"So sorry, Sir," Arden said. "I wasn't aware that this was off limits to...civilians. I just wanted to look at the pretty ship...Dauntless is it?" He nodded. The smaller man came up to her as well. He was smaller than the first soldier, but still a bit taller than Arden. "Look 'ere Miss," the smaller one said, "you're going to 'ave to go on now. You don't want to get yourself into trouble now, do you?" Arden grinned.
"No," she said, "I don't feel like trouble. I just wanted to have a look at the ship, that's all." The men seemed to believe her. Arden was about to walk away scott-free when a much more distinguished man in a blue uniform and white wig came up to her, followed by more red-coats and another man in blue.
"Mr. Murtogg," he said "What seems to be the trouble here?" The larger man stepped forward and said, "Well Commodore Norrington, we was just guarding 'ere and this girl shows up sayin' she wants to see The Dauntless 'ere." Commodore Norrington nodded and looked at Arden.
"And you Miss?" he asked. "What do you think you were doing here?" Arden looked at him for a second while trying to think of something to reply. She couldn't tell him the real reason why she was in Port Royal, too risky. She also couldn't make up some far-fetched tale, for this man looked smart enough to figure out if she was lying. If she told just the right amount of truth however....
"I just arrived in Port Royal today Commodore," Arden said. "When I saw your ship, I thought it was amazing, so I decided to have a look." The Commodore looked the girl up and down. While he was sure he had never seen her before, he was also sure that she had a distinct look about her. He toyed with the idea that she was a beggar before replying.
"Thank you Miss...Miss...." he faltered on the name. "Hawkins," Arden replied, extending her hand. "Arden Hawkins." She was sure the Commodore wouldn't recognize the name. But as he took her hand, his other one pulled up her right sleeve. There was nothing there. Several old bruises and scars that were livid on her skin, but not what he had been looking for.
"Ah," he said with an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry Miss, I thought you were a pirate." Then he noticed her personal effects. "I'm not sure a sword and a pistol are quite proper for a lady...pirate," he said, emphasizing the word "pirate". As he reached for the pistol, he called for his assistant, a rodent-like man with even more curls in his wig.
"Gillette, fetch some irons," the Commodore said. "I think this one needs a trip to the cells." When he reached for Arden's pistol, he saw that it was pointed at him. "If you don't mind Commodore," Arden said icily, "I'd rather like to keep my things. Mr. Gillette if you don't mind moving out of my way." She made the Commodore walk towards a bridge that was definitely filled with innocent men, women, and children before breaking off at a run."After her!" the Commodore yelled. "Watch for the people, but get the pirate!" Arden heard this and made for the town as fast as her legs would carry her.
Arden passed by several buildings while she chose a place to hide. She was about to enter a building when she noticed that there were a few too many windows for her liking. She chose the one next door, which had none. When she got inside she saw an anvil, a workbench, some tools, and an odd contraption that was driven by a donkey. Some magnificent swords lined the walls. Arden was about to help herself to one of the nicer ones when she heard someone say, "I don't think you'll be wanting to do that Miss."
**
Elizabeth Turner eyed the young woman in her husband's blacksmith shop. She looked to be a couple of years younger than herself, with dark rusty brown hair and dark eyes. The girl looked up in surprise, but quickly recovered.
"Now what makes ye think I don't want to do it?" the girl said. Elizabeth looked at her. She seemed a bit young for a pirate, but you never knew. Anyways this girl didn't look like she would be trifled with. "Now Miss," Elizabeth began, moving toward Arden, "when my husband returns he's not going to like the fact that one of his swords has been stolen. Now if you kindly don't mind..." She was stopped by Arden's pistol aimed at her head.
**
Will Turner was having an interesting day. First he had delivered a huge order to the Navy yard, only to hear that the Commodore himself had been threatened by a young pirate girl. He was sure that Elizabeth would love to hear the story. She did enjoy such things. Since the adventure with Barbossa and the Black Pearl they had loved sea voyages. They were married on the very ocean where they had met as children. Will laughed at the memory as he stepped into his blacksmith shop. His laughter died quickly as he surveyed the scene: Elizabeth was standing with a girl in front of her. The girl was pointing a pistol at his wife's head.
"Now look Miss," Will started, but was quickly interrupted by Arden. "Now look nothing," she said. "Sir, if you don't mind, I'm going to make my quick escape. If either of you comes near me, I'll shoot your pretty wife!" She was about to make good on that promise of her escape when a glass bottle shattered on the back of her head.
"Not smart to let someone sneak up on you, savvy?"
Arden Hawkins stepped out of the hold of the ship carefully. She hadn't been seen during the voyage, and she didn't intend on being seen then. As she made her way out she watched the merchants carrying their wares out to be sold on the streets of Port Royal. Arden thanked her lucky stars that she had even made it this far. If she had been caught, she'd have been tossed overboard....or worse.
On the streets Arden noticed that people were giving her odd looks. She went over and glanced in a puddle left by some careless servant bringing in water. Her long, dark red hair was filthy, as was her face. While hiding on the merchant ship she had been forced to hide in a coalbin so she wouldn't be detected. That was apparent because of the dark streaks on her face. As she sat up she noticed a ship docked away from the others. This ship was far more grand than the merchant vessel she had stowed away upon. Its prow was painted in a dark blue trimmed with gold. The sails were creamy white, while the gold lettering flashed Dauntless. Being a curious person, Arden decided to take a closer look.
As she approached The Dauntless Arden saw two men guarding. They didn't look like they particularly liked this position, but held it just the same. As she drew near the larger one came up to her.
"'Ey there missie!" he said. "You can't be comin' up 'ere. No civilians is allowed 'ere." Arden smiled winningly at the soldier. He didn't seem too worried about this girl. She was probably some girl who borrowed her brother's clothes and wanted to wander around.
"So sorry, Sir," Arden said. "I wasn't aware that this was off limits to...civilians. I just wanted to look at the pretty ship...Dauntless is it?" He nodded. The smaller man came up to her as well. He was smaller than the first soldier, but still a bit taller than Arden. "Look 'ere Miss," the smaller one said, "you're going to 'ave to go on now. You don't want to get yourself into trouble now, do you?" Arden grinned.
"No," she said, "I don't feel like trouble. I just wanted to have a look at the ship, that's all." The men seemed to believe her. Arden was about to walk away scott-free when a much more distinguished man in a blue uniform and white wig came up to her, followed by more red-coats and another man in blue.
"Mr. Murtogg," he said "What seems to be the trouble here?" The larger man stepped forward and said, "Well Commodore Norrington, we was just guarding 'ere and this girl shows up sayin' she wants to see The Dauntless 'ere." Commodore Norrington nodded and looked at Arden.
"And you Miss?" he asked. "What do you think you were doing here?" Arden looked at him for a second while trying to think of something to reply. She couldn't tell him the real reason why she was in Port Royal, too risky. She also couldn't make up some far-fetched tale, for this man looked smart enough to figure out if she was lying. If she told just the right amount of truth however....
"I just arrived in Port Royal today Commodore," Arden said. "When I saw your ship, I thought it was amazing, so I decided to have a look." The Commodore looked the girl up and down. While he was sure he had never seen her before, he was also sure that she had a distinct look about her. He toyed with the idea that she was a beggar before replying.
"Thank you Miss...Miss...." he faltered on the name. "Hawkins," Arden replied, extending her hand. "Arden Hawkins." She was sure the Commodore wouldn't recognize the name. But as he took her hand, his other one pulled up her right sleeve. There was nothing there. Several old bruises and scars that were livid on her skin, but not what he had been looking for.
"Ah," he said with an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry Miss, I thought you were a pirate." Then he noticed her personal effects. "I'm not sure a sword and a pistol are quite proper for a lady...pirate," he said, emphasizing the word "pirate". As he reached for the pistol, he called for his assistant, a rodent-like man with even more curls in his wig.
"Gillette, fetch some irons," the Commodore said. "I think this one needs a trip to the cells." When he reached for Arden's pistol, he saw that it was pointed at him. "If you don't mind Commodore," Arden said icily, "I'd rather like to keep my things. Mr. Gillette if you don't mind moving out of my way." She made the Commodore walk towards a bridge that was definitely filled with innocent men, women, and children before breaking off at a run."After her!" the Commodore yelled. "Watch for the people, but get the pirate!" Arden heard this and made for the town as fast as her legs would carry her.
Arden passed by several buildings while she chose a place to hide. She was about to enter a building when she noticed that there were a few too many windows for her liking. She chose the one next door, which had none. When she got inside she saw an anvil, a workbench, some tools, and an odd contraption that was driven by a donkey. Some magnificent swords lined the walls. Arden was about to help herself to one of the nicer ones when she heard someone say, "I don't think you'll be wanting to do that Miss."
**
Elizabeth Turner eyed the young woman in her husband's blacksmith shop. She looked to be a couple of years younger than herself, with dark rusty brown hair and dark eyes. The girl looked up in surprise, but quickly recovered.
"Now what makes ye think I don't want to do it?" the girl said. Elizabeth looked at her. She seemed a bit young for a pirate, but you never knew. Anyways this girl didn't look like she would be trifled with. "Now Miss," Elizabeth began, moving toward Arden, "when my husband returns he's not going to like the fact that one of his swords has been stolen. Now if you kindly don't mind..." She was stopped by Arden's pistol aimed at her head.
**
Will Turner was having an interesting day. First he had delivered a huge order to the Navy yard, only to hear that the Commodore himself had been threatened by a young pirate girl. He was sure that Elizabeth would love to hear the story. She did enjoy such things. Since the adventure with Barbossa and the Black Pearl they had loved sea voyages. They were married on the very ocean where they had met as children. Will laughed at the memory as he stepped into his blacksmith shop. His laughter died quickly as he surveyed the scene: Elizabeth was standing with a girl in front of her. The girl was pointing a pistol at his wife's head.
"Now look Miss," Will started, but was quickly interrupted by Arden. "Now look nothing," she said. "Sir, if you don't mind, I'm going to make my quick escape. If either of you comes near me, I'll shoot your pretty wife!" She was about to make good on that promise of her escape when a glass bottle shattered on the back of her head.
"Not smart to let someone sneak up on you, savvy?"