Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me...
I ran hastily, precisely snatching each procession I held dearly to my heart. Take the compass, Jack. My brain rattled against my skull, hammering, straining against my desires. And his sword, your father's sword, Jack... take that along, too. My feet conducted me against my will. They guided me to the most significant of spaces. And a remembrance? It was my heart's turn to decide. The faded words of my voice stopped their resounding and my body was thrown onward.
"The beads." I spoke aloud this time, a familiar voice finally consoling me. I disengaged the clasp restraining them to his hair. The pool of blood encircled my boots as my last memories of a former life sunk deep inside. I placed a kiss on his cold, pale body, and stepped through the door, leaving it ajar, without a sound.
The rows of ships on the docks were immense, and I hadn't much time. A black one set against the rest centered my attention and I drew nearer to the man unknotting the ropes neighboring it to the harbor.
"Ye got room? Could I...barter a passage?" I made sure that the hat engulfing my head remained low, and I didn't allow the man to witness my face.
"Aye, I'm Gibbs, mate." His hand outstretched and drew nearer to mine. I did the same with my own until they met in the center of us. "Tis a steady handshake ye got there..."
"Jack. It's Jack." I completed his sentence.
"Jack. Where's your father, boy?"
"He never woke up," I replied. Before the reaction of his face grew wide, I sauntered onto the ship.
"'Ey Cottony, show 'im around." I heard Gibbs's voice echo through the air moments later.
"Aye, sir. Follow me, boy, and move quick." I nodded, simply showed a brief recognition for his well-being. I could do what I wanted now; free.
"Now 'ere ye got the crow's nest, the helm, Captain's quarters, crew's quarters, dining hall, flying jib, stern, keel, rudder, quarter deck, fore boom, hold, bowsprit, main topsail, mainsail, fore staysail, bulwarks, crow's nest, hatch, and the mast."
Once again the voices lingered. The life I was leaving would not welcome me back with open arms. It would not accept me in the way these men had. But I did not cry. After all, what they say is- Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me.
I ran hastily, precisely snatching each procession I held dearly to my heart. Take the compass, Jack. My brain rattled against my skull, hammering, straining against my desires. And his sword, your father's sword, Jack... take that along, too. My feet conducted me against my will. They guided me to the most significant of spaces. And a remembrance? It was my heart's turn to decide. The faded words of my voice stopped their resounding and my body was thrown onward.
"The beads." I spoke aloud this time, a familiar voice finally consoling me. I disengaged the clasp restraining them to his hair. The pool of blood encircled my boots as my last memories of a former life sunk deep inside. I placed a kiss on his cold, pale body, and stepped through the door, leaving it ajar, without a sound.
The rows of ships on the docks were immense, and I hadn't much time. A black one set against the rest centered my attention and I drew nearer to the man unknotting the ropes neighboring it to the harbor.
"Ye got room? Could I...barter a passage?" I made sure that the hat engulfing my head remained low, and I didn't allow the man to witness my face.
"Aye, I'm Gibbs, mate." His hand outstretched and drew nearer to mine. I did the same with my own until they met in the center of us. "Tis a steady handshake ye got there..."
"Jack. It's Jack." I completed his sentence.
"Jack. Where's your father, boy?"
"He never woke up," I replied. Before the reaction of his face grew wide, I sauntered onto the ship.
"'Ey Cottony, show 'im around." I heard Gibbs's voice echo through the air moments later.
"Aye, sir. Follow me, boy, and move quick." I nodded, simply showed a brief recognition for his well-being. I could do what I wanted now; free.
"Now 'ere ye got the crow's nest, the helm, Captain's quarters, crew's quarters, dining hall, flying jib, stern, keel, rudder, quarter deck, fore boom, hold, bowsprit, main topsail, mainsail, fore staysail, bulwarks, crow's nest, hatch, and the mast."
Once again the voices lingered. The life I was leaving would not welcome me back with open arms. It would not accept me in the way these men had. But I did not cry. After all, what they say is- Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me.