Chapter 3: Way Anchor
Daisy felt her heart lift as the Black Pearl, hidden cleverly in a nearby cove, came into sight. The little boy was running to keep up with the four pirates as they had gotten used to walking very fast especially when being chased by certain Commodores. They all climbed aboard the ship and turned round as the small boy let out a cry, he couldn't get on. Daisy turned to Tiff, "Help the poor lad up would ya?" Tiff scowled, "Why don't you do it...oh never mind" she hauled the boy onboard. At that moment Becky came bursting out from below decks crying about how they had finally found Tiff and Niki and how worried she had been. Just then she spotted the boy...
Rachael came on board to see the look on two very surprised and confused faces. Becky was gawping at the poor boy as though he were something from outer space, whereas Matt (who had just finished cooking the evening meal, if you get my meaning) was raising an eyebrow as though he had something very technical, or something or very fine detail to point out. Daisy rolled her eyes and spoke to them both, "Well say hello to 'im why don't ya?!" Becky and Matt grunted some sort of greeting then Daisy continued, "He's our new cabin boy! We need someone to help on board....'here n there." The boy gave a nervous nod and smile at the rest of the crew, clearly unsure of what these tasks would be.
Daisy peered about the place and decided to make it clear to all the crew, "look at the state of this place...look at it. When was the last time one of you gave this place a clean? I mean yes this supposed to be the 'Black Pearl' but not this black!" she pointed to the grime that had slowly accumulated on the bits the sea wouldn't clean. The crew took an embarrassed look around the deck and murmured an agreement. Then Matt decided it was time to eat. "I've been cooking all evening are we gonna eat or not im STARVING!" The crew cheered, they loved Matt's cooking! They scrabbled down the stairway followed by a hungry looking boy. Daisy and Rach stood on deck for a while smiling at each Other. "Them and their food eh?" Daisy chuckled
Rachael gave light chuckle, "There like a bunch of kids..." At that, they both made there way down to the chambers where they had a small wooden box of a room to eat. Rach had to admit that Matt had done a pretty good job on the food front. Even though he did sometimes follow his stomach a lot of the time, not his brain.... he made great food! There was toasted seaweed with a sauce that bared a salty aroma - she couldn't quite work out whether that was just the salty sea air - but it did seem rather pronounced. Also there were all kinds of meats and fish. Now this was the part of cooking Matt never had gotten to grips with...he never actually 'cooked' meats. And when it came to preparing he simply bashed them till they broke into smaller pieces.... yet the tastes were still good!
Daisy glanced around the room at her crew stuffing their faces of this feast Matt had prepared. Then she started on her own. The little boy's eyes were round as he gazed at all the food they were eating, Becky was chuckling at this thought. Matt entered the room carrying six large tankards full of the rum they had stopped off in port to get. The whole room broke out into the sound of cheers and belly slaps. As they drank their fill, however, Daisy stopped them and began to speak. "It is time to set sail, tonight we shall leave these waters and head for Port Royal" the crew stopped deadly silent...Port Royal? "I want to be out of here before the sun sets savvy?" A sad look came over her face and she turned to leave the room in a hurry
Rachael looked confused. But before wondering off to see if her captain was all right, which might prove to be a bad decision anyway, she finished her rum quickly. Then, headed towards the deck where she could see Daisy leaning on the wheel with a dazed look. Rach had an idea of what might be the problem, however she wanted to make sure before jumping to conclusions - "Cap'n?...Yeh alright? Yeh wondered off in a hurry, I just wanted to check."
Daisy gazed at the ship in front of her. She sighed heavily and looked to the flooring below her. "It's going to be tough, Port Royal and all. But we have to go. Im afraid that...Jack, he might be in a bit of trouble. I just met Gibbs in that alley on the way back, he says that...never mind what he said. We have to go Will might know something" she fell silent and the rest of the crew filed out onto deck to go about their duties to set sail.
Rachael nodded and thought best to leave this subject and get on with the job at hand. "Alright yeh lot of seadogs! Lets make a move!" At Captain Daisy Sparrow's words, the sails were tied down and the anchors were raised back to the boat. Tiff gave a grown as she got her hands covered in moldy seaweed, but Rach tuted to her, "Tiff, yeh are a pirate?! Why yeh worried bout getting dirty girl?" Tiff sighed and went to the mast, tightening the sail ropes and lashing them into tight knots. The Black Pearl was on its way out of the cove and out to sea, to Port Royal!
Rachael nodded and thought best to leave this subject and get on with the job at hand. "Alright yeh lot of seadogs! Lets make a move!" At Captain Daisy Sparrow's words, the sails were tied down and the anchors were raised back to the boat. Tiff gave a grown as she got her hands covered in moldy seaweed, but Rach tuted to her, "Tiff, yeh are a pirate?! Why yeh worried bout getting dirty girl?" Tiff sighed and went to the mast, tightening the sail ropes and lashing them into tight knots. The Black Pearl was on its way out of the cove and out to sea, to Port Royal!
Daisy steered the ship with one hand on the wheel. The sea breeze in her face and the wind in her hair was all she could ask for...except for the breath of a loved one at her side. The ship silently moved through the night air and the moon came out accompanied by a thousand stars. The sea was calm and the crew reflected its mood. Tiffany and Matt were on first watch while Niki and Becky were getting some sleep. Ships usually required large numbers of crew but they seemed to get on fine with only the six - now seven. Becky came out for her steering turn and Daisy went down for a rest.
Rachael, whose turn to keep watch and steer wasn't until the later hours in the morning when breakfast was being prepared, hadn't had any sleep. She knew she should, and that she would need it, but she really didn't feel like relaxing and falling into the land of nod - she just couldn't stop thinking...about certain elements of her life which were quite complex in a way. Yet instead she light the lantern in her sleeping chambers and took out her smallest dagger. Gazing into the flickering reflection of the flame in its harsh edges, she hummed along to a tune that apparently Tiff and Matt were singing up on deck too.
Daisy lay on her bed gazing up at the ceiling trying, but failing, to get sleep. Suddenly an enormous cheer and laughter came from up on deck. She ran up, pleased that something would finally replace her thoughts. Up on deck she found a scene so hilarious that she fell on the floor laughing so hard. The new cabin boy was dancing around in circles with a crab attached to his bottom squealing in fright. Obviously he hadn't realized that crabs could manage to get on deck. Matt and Becky were rolling on the floor clutching their stomachs laughing, Tiffany, who was on lookout, was dangerously swaying over the crows nest and Niki, who was steering was getting them completely off course. Daisy stood up wiping her eyes. "Matt" she giggled "get that crab off his..bum...hahahaha!!" Matt, who was still laughing, nodded but couldn't stand up. "When you do cook it up for breakfast will ya?" "The crab or the boy?" he answered sending a fresh wave of laughter over the crew. Daisy tried to keep herself under control and went to relieve Niki of the wheel.
Rachael by now had heard the harsh laughter and felt agitated...she hadn't had any sleep and this was just annoying her now. As she saw everyone laughing in such a mocking way at the poor boy she huffed and rushed over to the lad and light a match to the crabs claw, and it let go of its grip straight away. "Yeh all so rude!...Give the boy a chance, its new to 'im" At that she flicked her hair back and nodded that the boy should get some rest before they all started laughing at him again, then went up to the crows nest to begin her look out session. The rest of the crew went chuckling and sniggering below deck.
Daisy stood at the wheel frowning up at the crow's nest. It took her another hour to get back on course from when Niki had lost control and when they finally got back on course she handed the wheel to Becky. She went off in search for Rach who was still up in the crow's nest. She sat there looking out to sea and Daisy climbed the rigging and sat beside her. "So yea think im a bad Cap'n for laughing at the lad?" she asked
Rachael shook her hand still staring our to sea, "I would never think yeh were bad at anything Cap'n - that would be unfair of me." The waves were so calm tonight that they hardly made so much as a ripple from high up in the crow's nest. The only few clouds which were there were beginning to edge slowly away which meant that later it was going to be a lovely sunny day.... well at least this Rach thought.
Daisy glimpsed the first sign of shore finally on the horizon. She patted Rach on the shoulder and climbed down to take over the wheel. They had to be careful about Port Royal due to the threat that if they ever set foot there or were even found by the Commodore then their necks would swing for it. This didn't worry Daisy but the thought that her precious ship (and crew) could be put into the hands of the enemy filled her with loathing for the Commodore. They had to dock at least five miles away from the port so they wouldn't be seen. The crew was getting nervous but all were in favor of a little adventure...to feel the adrenaline rush when they slip through the hands of the enemy, who were, at this very moment, searching the ocean for them.
Rachael, rushed back down to the deck and called that they had better all get to there's posts and let down the anchor else they would go sailing into a cliff - another way to grab the attention of the royal navy, which was not good! - Quickly everything and everyone was sorted and they climbed aboard a rowing boat and rowed to shore. The shore was a small-secluded sandy beach, with many rocks and low laying cliff faces to act as protection and shadow incase anyone were to chase them to shore or spot them.
Daisy assembled a 'Port Royal' crew who would go with her to Will's house. Becky and Rach. The others had to stay aboard just incase those idiotic Marines decided to stumble across their hide out. Tattoos hidden, all manor of pirate traits were hidden beneath traveling cloaks. They were off for adventure and swashbuckling under the Commodore's nose. Just before they left Daisy slipped a pack of playing cards up her sleeve just incase there was time for a quick game of Strip Poker.
Daisy felt her heart lift as the Black Pearl, hidden cleverly in a nearby cove, came into sight. The little boy was running to keep up with the four pirates as they had gotten used to walking very fast especially when being chased by certain Commodores. They all climbed aboard the ship and turned round as the small boy let out a cry, he couldn't get on. Daisy turned to Tiff, "Help the poor lad up would ya?" Tiff scowled, "Why don't you do it...oh never mind" she hauled the boy onboard. At that moment Becky came bursting out from below decks crying about how they had finally found Tiff and Niki and how worried she had been. Just then she spotted the boy...
Rachael came on board to see the look on two very surprised and confused faces. Becky was gawping at the poor boy as though he were something from outer space, whereas Matt (who had just finished cooking the evening meal, if you get my meaning) was raising an eyebrow as though he had something very technical, or something or very fine detail to point out. Daisy rolled her eyes and spoke to them both, "Well say hello to 'im why don't ya?!" Becky and Matt grunted some sort of greeting then Daisy continued, "He's our new cabin boy! We need someone to help on board....'here n there." The boy gave a nervous nod and smile at the rest of the crew, clearly unsure of what these tasks would be.
Daisy peered about the place and decided to make it clear to all the crew, "look at the state of this place...look at it. When was the last time one of you gave this place a clean? I mean yes this supposed to be the 'Black Pearl' but not this black!" she pointed to the grime that had slowly accumulated on the bits the sea wouldn't clean. The crew took an embarrassed look around the deck and murmured an agreement. Then Matt decided it was time to eat. "I've been cooking all evening are we gonna eat or not im STARVING!" The crew cheered, they loved Matt's cooking! They scrabbled down the stairway followed by a hungry looking boy. Daisy and Rach stood on deck for a while smiling at each Other. "Them and their food eh?" Daisy chuckled
Rachael gave light chuckle, "There like a bunch of kids..." At that, they both made there way down to the chambers where they had a small wooden box of a room to eat. Rach had to admit that Matt had done a pretty good job on the food front. Even though he did sometimes follow his stomach a lot of the time, not his brain.... he made great food! There was toasted seaweed with a sauce that bared a salty aroma - she couldn't quite work out whether that was just the salty sea air - but it did seem rather pronounced. Also there were all kinds of meats and fish. Now this was the part of cooking Matt never had gotten to grips with...he never actually 'cooked' meats. And when it came to preparing he simply bashed them till they broke into smaller pieces.... yet the tastes were still good!
Daisy glanced around the room at her crew stuffing their faces of this feast Matt had prepared. Then she started on her own. The little boy's eyes were round as he gazed at all the food they were eating, Becky was chuckling at this thought. Matt entered the room carrying six large tankards full of the rum they had stopped off in port to get. The whole room broke out into the sound of cheers and belly slaps. As they drank their fill, however, Daisy stopped them and began to speak. "It is time to set sail, tonight we shall leave these waters and head for Port Royal" the crew stopped deadly silent...Port Royal? "I want to be out of here before the sun sets savvy?" A sad look came over her face and she turned to leave the room in a hurry
Rachael looked confused. But before wondering off to see if her captain was all right, which might prove to be a bad decision anyway, she finished her rum quickly. Then, headed towards the deck where she could see Daisy leaning on the wheel with a dazed look. Rach had an idea of what might be the problem, however she wanted to make sure before jumping to conclusions - "Cap'n?...Yeh alright? Yeh wondered off in a hurry, I just wanted to check."
Daisy gazed at the ship in front of her. She sighed heavily and looked to the flooring below her. "It's going to be tough, Port Royal and all. But we have to go. Im afraid that...Jack, he might be in a bit of trouble. I just met Gibbs in that alley on the way back, he says that...never mind what he said. We have to go Will might know something" she fell silent and the rest of the crew filed out onto deck to go about their duties to set sail.
Rachael nodded and thought best to leave this subject and get on with the job at hand. "Alright yeh lot of seadogs! Lets make a move!" At Captain Daisy Sparrow's words, the sails were tied down and the anchors were raised back to the boat. Tiff gave a grown as she got her hands covered in moldy seaweed, but Rach tuted to her, "Tiff, yeh are a pirate?! Why yeh worried bout getting dirty girl?" Tiff sighed and went to the mast, tightening the sail ropes and lashing them into tight knots. The Black Pearl was on its way out of the cove and out to sea, to Port Royal!
Rachael nodded and thought best to leave this subject and get on with the job at hand. "Alright yeh lot of seadogs! Lets make a move!" At Captain Daisy Sparrow's words, the sails were tied down and the anchors were raised back to the boat. Tiff gave a grown as she got her hands covered in moldy seaweed, but Rach tuted to her, "Tiff, yeh are a pirate?! Why yeh worried bout getting dirty girl?" Tiff sighed and went to the mast, tightening the sail ropes and lashing them into tight knots. The Black Pearl was on its way out of the cove and out to sea, to Port Royal!
Daisy steered the ship with one hand on the wheel. The sea breeze in her face and the wind in her hair was all she could ask for...except for the breath of a loved one at her side. The ship silently moved through the night air and the moon came out accompanied by a thousand stars. The sea was calm and the crew reflected its mood. Tiffany and Matt were on first watch while Niki and Becky were getting some sleep. Ships usually required large numbers of crew but they seemed to get on fine with only the six - now seven. Becky came out for her steering turn and Daisy went down for a rest.
Rachael, whose turn to keep watch and steer wasn't until the later hours in the morning when breakfast was being prepared, hadn't had any sleep. She knew she should, and that she would need it, but she really didn't feel like relaxing and falling into the land of nod - she just couldn't stop thinking...about certain elements of her life which were quite complex in a way. Yet instead she light the lantern in her sleeping chambers and took out her smallest dagger. Gazing into the flickering reflection of the flame in its harsh edges, she hummed along to a tune that apparently Tiff and Matt were singing up on deck too.
Daisy lay on her bed gazing up at the ceiling trying, but failing, to get sleep. Suddenly an enormous cheer and laughter came from up on deck. She ran up, pleased that something would finally replace her thoughts. Up on deck she found a scene so hilarious that she fell on the floor laughing so hard. The new cabin boy was dancing around in circles with a crab attached to his bottom squealing in fright. Obviously he hadn't realized that crabs could manage to get on deck. Matt and Becky were rolling on the floor clutching their stomachs laughing, Tiffany, who was on lookout, was dangerously swaying over the crows nest and Niki, who was steering was getting them completely off course. Daisy stood up wiping her eyes. "Matt" she giggled "get that crab off his..bum...hahahaha!!" Matt, who was still laughing, nodded but couldn't stand up. "When you do cook it up for breakfast will ya?" "The crab or the boy?" he answered sending a fresh wave of laughter over the crew. Daisy tried to keep herself under control and went to relieve Niki of the wheel.
Rachael by now had heard the harsh laughter and felt agitated...she hadn't had any sleep and this was just annoying her now. As she saw everyone laughing in such a mocking way at the poor boy she huffed and rushed over to the lad and light a match to the crabs claw, and it let go of its grip straight away. "Yeh all so rude!...Give the boy a chance, its new to 'im" At that she flicked her hair back and nodded that the boy should get some rest before they all started laughing at him again, then went up to the crows nest to begin her look out session. The rest of the crew went chuckling and sniggering below deck.
Daisy stood at the wheel frowning up at the crow's nest. It took her another hour to get back on course from when Niki had lost control and when they finally got back on course she handed the wheel to Becky. She went off in search for Rach who was still up in the crow's nest. She sat there looking out to sea and Daisy climbed the rigging and sat beside her. "So yea think im a bad Cap'n for laughing at the lad?" she asked
Rachael shook her hand still staring our to sea, "I would never think yeh were bad at anything Cap'n - that would be unfair of me." The waves were so calm tonight that they hardly made so much as a ripple from high up in the crow's nest. The only few clouds which were there were beginning to edge slowly away which meant that later it was going to be a lovely sunny day.... well at least this Rach thought.
Daisy glimpsed the first sign of shore finally on the horizon. She patted Rach on the shoulder and climbed down to take over the wheel. They had to be careful about Port Royal due to the threat that if they ever set foot there or were even found by the Commodore then their necks would swing for it. This didn't worry Daisy but the thought that her precious ship (and crew) could be put into the hands of the enemy filled her with loathing for the Commodore. They had to dock at least five miles away from the port so they wouldn't be seen. The crew was getting nervous but all were in favor of a little adventure...to feel the adrenaline rush when they slip through the hands of the enemy, who were, at this very moment, searching the ocean for them.
Rachael, rushed back down to the deck and called that they had better all get to there's posts and let down the anchor else they would go sailing into a cliff - another way to grab the attention of the royal navy, which was not good! - Quickly everything and everyone was sorted and they climbed aboard a rowing boat and rowed to shore. The shore was a small-secluded sandy beach, with many rocks and low laying cliff faces to act as protection and shadow incase anyone were to chase them to shore or spot them.
Daisy assembled a 'Port Royal' crew who would go with her to Will's house. Becky and Rach. The others had to stay aboard just incase those idiotic Marines decided to stumble across their hide out. Tattoos hidden, all manor of pirate traits were hidden beneath traveling cloaks. They were off for adventure and swashbuckling under the Commodore's nose. Just before they left Daisy slipped a pack of playing cards up her sleeve just incase there was time for a quick game of Strip Poker.