(Well, I'm back again. How did you guys feel about chapter one. Do you think that I am doing okay? I will try to make Annemaria and Jack a bit more . Thank you for your concern. Anyway... here is chapter 1. R&R!!! No flames please...)



Chapter 1: A Pirates Life For Me



Sixteen years had passed since that fateful night in Port Royal. Few things had come to pass in that sixteen year interval, but it was enough for sixteen year old Lia Sparrow to become a true pirate. Though they never pillaged or plundered quite as much anymore, she still got her fair share of the treasure when it came down to it. Her task that she was usually assigned was to count out the gold and silver that they had come about.

Two hundred and thirty six. Two hundred and thirty seven.. God Damn this is taking way to long. I am sick of this. Just because I am one of the few crew members on this ship that can count doesn't mean that they can make me do this every single time! Lia said in frustration.

She jumped up from her position on the floor and scurried out of the door. She ran at full speed down the ship's corridors, dodging crew members as she went, but apparently, she hadn't dodged well enough. She ran right smack into Jackson Sparrow, Jack and Annemaria's son, knocking both of them senseless. Jesus Christ, Lia, slow down. What are you in such a hurry for? He asked in disarray.

But Lia was already up and running again. She had to get to the deck. She needed fresh air, and she needed it badly. As she raced up the wooden steps out of the hatch at the top, she inhaled deeply. She hated small closed in spaces. She hated them more than anything else. Well, except for heights maybe...

She walked slowly to the bar that went around the deck. These were of absolutely no effect here. She had proven that a few years back. She had proven many things in the past years. She had proven that even thought there was a bar there, anyone could still fall over it. She had proved that the hallways could be used as racetracks and were not injury-proof. She had proved thatTortuga was no place for a seven year old child when she had gotten lost there and it had taken the search party three days to find her. Yes, she had proved many things in her life so far.

She inhaled deeply the scent of the sea. It had been the only thing that she had ever known. It had been the only thing that she had wished to know for the past sixteen years. But things were starting to change. She wanted to explore everything now. She wanted an interesting life, not a life silled with counting coins and running into walls. She wanted a different kind of adventure. She wanted to know everything that she could possibly absorb. The problem was that Jack was terribly uneducated and what intelligence the crew possesed was already passed on the Lia. That would pose as a problem, because the only other place that Lia could think of with a good education system was Port Royal, England and they were banished from there under pain of death. Isn't that just nice? Lia said to no one in particular.

Isn't wha' nice, luv? asked Jack as he came up beside her and placed an arm around her shoulders.

Oh, nothing Jack, just fantasizing... She answered truthfully as she dared to be.

Jack squeezed her shoulders and asked, Fantasizin' bout' wha', luv?

She smirked slightly and looked out on the horizon. Just the things that I wish to do before I die.

Jack was slightly taken aback. You are bu' sixteen. Ya needn' worry bout' things like death jus' yet. he said matter-of-factly. Ya have much lef' to see and much mor' time to see it in. Jus' be patient. It will all com' to ya eventually. He patted her shoulder as he said again, We are goin' to drop anchor in Port Royal this evenin'. Make yeeself ready. We be goin' ashore at dusk. And with that he turned and left for the wheel again.

She smiled and shook her head as she thought of the only father figure that she had. Jack was always the first one to run headlong into danger. That was what she loved about him. His son was just like him, only he didn't carry himself in the same drunk manner. He preferred to keep himself as neat and sober as possible. Go figure! she thought to herself.

She went back below and entered her room, slamming the door behind her. She walked to her closet and pulled out black cut-off pants, a white shirt, light, black shoes, and her silver dagger that she kept with her at all times when they went ashore, just for safety reasons. She donned her atirre and decide to find a useful way to pass the time. I suppose i can go down to the galley. They always have work to be done there... she said as she left her room.


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