(((Right now I bet you have been wondering about that weird gap between the
part where she is asleep the running through the streets. Sorry, the story
was under construction and I forgot I had not fixed it, so here is the part
that is missing, plus a little over lap. Oh, the ending is changed a
little too. Enjoy! )))
Jack peered into the bottom of his glass and then drained it. Mare studied him for a moment then pointed to him and raised her arms in question. Jack cocked his head to the side. "You want to know about me? Well." Her brushed his finger nails lightly across his chest then examined them. When he opened his mouth again out came his adventures of exotic lands and travels he had had. He reenacted his fights by jumping around waving a fire poker. He tied a scarf over his nose and pretended he was a bandit. Long into the afternoon and well into the evening he told his tales, and in spite of herself, Mare nodded off to sleep, and dreamt of her own adventures. Jack was in the middle of telling about his marvelous triumph on the shores of Gala when he noticed the girl hap fallen asleep. He smiled and ruffled her braids. He drained his mug and stood. No use in trying to leave her when she was awake...no it was better this way. He slipped a coin in her hand and walked over to the bar tender. After he had paid for their meal and Jacks numerous mugs of ale and rum he started out the door, but paused and turned back to look at Mare again. She so much alone thought Jack, just like I was. He shook his head a dodged out the door and cursed himself softly. He couldn't care for a child, hell he could hardly care for himself. Another mouth to feed...He stopped and turned back to face the pub, paused for a moment and started walking back. He couldn't just leave her alone, she had no one. Jack groaned and turned himself around again. He had had no one, and look how well he turned out. He stopped thought for a minute and turned back to the pub. Yeah, look how you turned out Jack, you're a bloody pirate! He stopped and walked away into the darkness. With him all she would ever be was a pirate.
The first few rays of light that entered the smoky pub awakened mare. She groaned and sat up slowly. She scrubbed her face with her fists and felt something in her hand. She opened it and smiled in awe at the coin in her head. She jerked up her head, but saw no Jack on the other side of the table. She leapt from her seat and scanned the pub for him but saw no one, except for some drunks asleep on tables and in corners. She stumbled to the bar tender. He turned and smiled. "Good Mornin missy are ya- what's this? What's wrong? Oh! I bet your looken for that feller who was with ya last night. Well he left 'round two this mornin. Wait, where ya goin? Mare dashed outside, scanning the streets franticly. If I where a pirate she thought, where would I go? A group of sailors caught her eye, and she sprinted to the Warf. She was almost there when a thick arm sprung out of nowhere smashing her in the chest, knocking her to the ground taking her breath with it. An ugly pocked face filled her vision.
"Well, if it isn't little Miss Mare eh? Lads, where yer manners? Pick her up!" Two sniggering simpletons roughly dragged her to feet and pinned her arms to her sides. People had stopped to stare at the commotion. Pockmarks laughed.
"Not here twits!" The two boys holding Mare exchanged glances of stupidity between one another. Pockmarks sighed.
"The ally you twats!" And into the ally Mare was dragged. Once out of sight and sound, Mare was thrown to the ground and delivered a swift kick to the stomach. She grunted and rolled over.
"Where be our food whelp? We sent you out three day's past and you look empty handed. That no good is it boys?" Pockmarks dragged Mare to her feet then punched her down again. She tasted blood. Pockmarks observed her tightly closed fist. He nudged her hand.
"What's she got boys?" The two half-whit's stomped and scuffled her hand until she opened it revealing the coin. Pockmarks gave a chuckle of glee.
"Your ass be saved whelp." He snatched the coin and then he and his pals went sprinting off, cackling as they went. Mare groaned and pulled herself to her feet, then leaned against the brick wall for support. But her legs shook so much she fell t the ground again. I guess I wont be finding Jack she thought, then she passed into darkness.
Only moments after she slipped into unconsciousness, Jack ducked into the ally and looked around quickly. Then, as he began to relive himself he saw the rag-tag bundle that he recognized as Mare. "Whoa!" He stumbled backwards trying to tuck himself away, and nearly fell.
Jack peered into the bottom of his glass and then drained it. Mare studied him for a moment then pointed to him and raised her arms in question. Jack cocked his head to the side. "You want to know about me? Well." Her brushed his finger nails lightly across his chest then examined them. When he opened his mouth again out came his adventures of exotic lands and travels he had had. He reenacted his fights by jumping around waving a fire poker. He tied a scarf over his nose and pretended he was a bandit. Long into the afternoon and well into the evening he told his tales, and in spite of herself, Mare nodded off to sleep, and dreamt of her own adventures. Jack was in the middle of telling about his marvelous triumph on the shores of Gala when he noticed the girl hap fallen asleep. He smiled and ruffled her braids. He drained his mug and stood. No use in trying to leave her when she was awake...no it was better this way. He slipped a coin in her hand and walked over to the bar tender. After he had paid for their meal and Jacks numerous mugs of ale and rum he started out the door, but paused and turned back to look at Mare again. She so much alone thought Jack, just like I was. He shook his head a dodged out the door and cursed himself softly. He couldn't care for a child, hell he could hardly care for himself. Another mouth to feed...He stopped and turned back to face the pub, paused for a moment and started walking back. He couldn't just leave her alone, she had no one. Jack groaned and turned himself around again. He had had no one, and look how well he turned out. He stopped thought for a minute and turned back to the pub. Yeah, look how you turned out Jack, you're a bloody pirate! He stopped and walked away into the darkness. With him all she would ever be was a pirate.
The first few rays of light that entered the smoky pub awakened mare. She groaned and sat up slowly. She scrubbed her face with her fists and felt something in her hand. She opened it and smiled in awe at the coin in her head. She jerked up her head, but saw no Jack on the other side of the table. She leapt from her seat and scanned the pub for him but saw no one, except for some drunks asleep on tables and in corners. She stumbled to the bar tender. He turned and smiled. "Good Mornin missy are ya- what's this? What's wrong? Oh! I bet your looken for that feller who was with ya last night. Well he left 'round two this mornin. Wait, where ya goin? Mare dashed outside, scanning the streets franticly. If I where a pirate she thought, where would I go? A group of sailors caught her eye, and she sprinted to the Warf. She was almost there when a thick arm sprung out of nowhere smashing her in the chest, knocking her to the ground taking her breath with it. An ugly pocked face filled her vision.
"Well, if it isn't little Miss Mare eh? Lads, where yer manners? Pick her up!" Two sniggering simpletons roughly dragged her to feet and pinned her arms to her sides. People had stopped to stare at the commotion. Pockmarks laughed.
"Not here twits!" The two boys holding Mare exchanged glances of stupidity between one another. Pockmarks sighed.
"The ally you twats!" And into the ally Mare was dragged. Once out of sight and sound, Mare was thrown to the ground and delivered a swift kick to the stomach. She grunted and rolled over.
"Where be our food whelp? We sent you out three day's past and you look empty handed. That no good is it boys?" Pockmarks dragged Mare to her feet then punched her down again. She tasted blood. Pockmarks observed her tightly closed fist. He nudged her hand.
"What's she got boys?" The two half-whit's stomped and scuffled her hand until she opened it revealing the coin. Pockmarks gave a chuckle of glee.
"Your ass be saved whelp." He snatched the coin and then he and his pals went sprinting off, cackling as they went. Mare groaned and pulled herself to her feet, then leaned against the brick wall for support. But her legs shook so much she fell t the ground again. I guess I wont be finding Jack she thought, then she passed into darkness.
Only moments after she slipped into unconsciousness, Jack ducked into the ally and looked around quickly. Then, as he began to relive himself he saw the rag-tag bundle that he recognized as Mare. "Whoa!" He stumbled backwards trying to tuck himself away, and nearly fell.