Another big thanks you to my wonderful beta, Subter Astrui.
Disclaimer: I only Addy and The Protector. Walt Disney owns the rest.
Enjoy, QueenofMercury *****************************************************************
The wind and rain beat against Addy's face, but she kept her grip on the wooden posts as she watched her friends and parents work on saving the ship. Wilson and Andrews had climbed the main mast and were working on wrestling the sails back into their keeps. The waves were huge and swept water across the decks. Will and Elizabeth tied ropes and held them down, running frantically over the ship.
"Wave!" Addy screamed, as a huge gush of water swept across the boat, making list slightly.
Wilson and Andrews had finished the topsails and had swung down to the lower sails. Another wave hit and the men were thrown off balance but continued to work.
Lightning crashed all around them, hitting the water close to them. Wilson swung down from the sail he had just finished and took the wheel from Addy.
"Good Job, Addy." he said, grunting as a wave hit.
Addy ran over and used the knots she had practiced in the crow's nest to secure the sails. Another wave hit and she braced herself onto the ropes. Andrews shrieked as he lost his grip and was washed overboard for the last time.
"ADDY!" Wilson yelled as he let go of the wheel and ran up to the unfinished sail.
She ran and grabbed the wheel, pulled it back straight and began fighting the waves again. Wilson finished the sail, and swung back down. Addy bowed her head and sent a mental prayer for Andrews.
"If a pirate had to choose between dying at sea or hangin' by the noose, it would be death at sea. Much more honorable for a pirate," Wilson shouted to her.
Addy suddenly lost grip of the wheel and the heavy sail swung towards them. She ducked but it hit Wilson. He grabbed the bar and held on for dear life. "No!" she screamed, and turned the wheel harder, "PAPA!"
Will's head turned, he saw Addy struggling at the helm and Wilson dangling just out of reach.
"Take my hand!" She screamed at Wilson as she bar inched closer.
"Too late, love! Take this, and always remember the code I taught ye!" He managed to throw something hard at her as he slipped off of the bar and into oblivion. She caught it, pocketed it. She stared at the water for a moment where he had fallen.
"Goodbye, Wilson," Addy cried.
"Addy!" Will yelled.
She turned and looked at him. He read her face, put his head down for a moment before leaving the helm.
"We are almost done, keep going," he yelled, running down the steps to where Elizabeth was.
Addy gripped the wheel and pulled it to its place. Lightning crashed around them and crashes of thunder rumbled constantly. On bolt hit the mast. A cracking sound was heard as the large beam fell, hitting the other one.
"ADDIENA!" Elizabeth screamed. ~~~
They ran towards the fallen beams, trying to get over them. Another bolt hit the bow causing the ship to buckle. Will grabbed Elizabeth's waist and tied a rope around them. Waves crashed violently across the deck. Will turned to the horizon and saw a bit of light. He smiled a bit of relief before turning back to fallen pieces of wood.
He unsheathed his dagger and began hacking at the pieces. Splinters flew in every which way as they hacked at the wood. A large chunk split apart as another fatal bolt hit the ship, causing a deafening cracking sound as the ship began to break apart.
A piece of wood flew at Elizabeth her in the head. She slumped over the broken mast.
"Elizabeth!" Will screamed, bending down to her.
Another wave hit and they were both thrown off of the ship, into the deep blue expanse of the ocean. Pieces of wood were scattered all around the water. Will swam up, pulling Elizabeth and himself up to the surface.
He latched onto a piece of floating wood and set Elizabeth's upper body out of the waters. Waves carried them away from the damaged boat.
'Addiena, Father, watch over her. Let her be safe and be found by somebody good. Let Jack find her. PLEASE!' Will prayed.
~~~
Addy slowly opened her eyes from her unconscious state. She had fallen into the state when the mast had broken and fell. She had hit her head on one of the pegs.
"Ow," she muttered, standing up.
The ship was now a slight incline and was only getting steeper.
'Great, the ship is sinking.' She thought and looked around for her parents. After searching a bit, she realized they weren't there.
'No,' she thought, looking around for a bit of hope, 'They can't be gone.'
The ship creaked and she became aware of what was happening. The ship was sinking and if she stayed on much longer, she would drown. She turned and ran down to her cabin. The door had flung open during the storm; splinters were all over the ground.
She dragged her trunk out into the hall and then went into the room just down the hall. She picked up various items from her parents room: Her mother's journal, a sewing kit, a book of her fathers, some shirts, and a necklace with two rings on it, her parent's wedding bands. They had taken them off for the voyage she they wouldn't be lost at sea.
She ran back to her trunk, unlocked and opened it, stuffed the items along with the necklace Wilson had gave her into it and shut the lid. She quickly threaded the ring onto her bandanna strips and tied various knots to keep it in place before locking her trunk and pulling up onto the deck.
The ship was now almost completely underwater and a gushing sound from below told her that she got out in time. She grabbed a couple lengths of rope and waded into the water. She pulled the trunk behind her, which, to her great relief, floated. She tied her trunk to a piece of the mast and to her waist before grabbing other random pieces and making something she could float on. The water grew higher around her waist.
She looked around one more before securing her items and kicking off. She had learned how to swim a little bit, mostly basic items. She kicked long enough that she was far away enough from the ship that she wouldn't get pulled down as she watched the one thing she had half-way begged her parents to finish, sink into the deep expanse of the ocean.
Addy crawled up onto her 'raft' and stared into the sky. She counted clouds and looked at shapes as the ocean took her somewhere. The night was very cold. Addy prayed that somebody would find her soon as she fought to stay awake. During the next day she slept the day away and kept her body awake by singing during the cold night. It became harder by each passing hour and after three days of the awkward cycle she could barely move. Her voice was strained as she yelled for help, and the salt sea washed down her throat. Her stomach rumbled with unceasing hunger.
Close to sunset on her fourth night at sea, Addy heard voices.
"Man Overboard. Off the Port bow!" somebody yelled.
She tilted her head to see a large ship approaching, its black sails flapping gently. A boat was lowered into the ocean, as her eyes grew heavy. She shut them and felt powerful arms around her.
"She's alive," a deep voice said.
"Get her trunk," a woman's voice said.
Addy opened her eyes to see a pair of green staring back at her. She smiled and whispered a 'thank you' before collapsing into a deep sleep.
~~~
Will shivered as the night air touched his skin again. It was their fourth night at sea and Elizabeth had not awoken since she had been hit. He was worried about her and prayed that his daughter would be safe. He hummed to himself as the water turned colder.
'Please let somebody find us soon,' he thought, kicking gently every few moments so his body would retain at least a little warmth.
Elizabeth stirred, and he stopped kicking. She moved again and lifted her head. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ow, where am I?" she asked, turning to him, "Will, I'm so tired."
"Don't sleep yet darling. Not just yet," Will said, "Let's sing a song."
She nodded and leaned against him. They sang gently as the water moved them gently.
The sun broke over the horizon and Elizabeth sighed.
"Addy would have loved this," she said softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"MEN OVERBOARD!" a shout came.
They turned slightly to see a ship approaching slowly. A rope ladder was flung over the side and Will kicked using the last of his strength over to it. He looked up at the men and shook his head.
"Ropes!" one of the men yelled.
Rope slings were thrown over. They managed to get them on enough so they wouldn't be hurt as they were pulled out of the water.
"Are you okay?" a man asked.
"I think so," Will murmured.
"Take them below, set up a cabin. They look to be a couple, same bed," somebody said.
Will nodded and collapsed as somebody picked his waterlogged body up and carried it to the cabin.
He was set down and Elizabeth beside him.
"Thanks," was all he could manage before the waves of sleep claimed him.
~~~~~~~
Addy stirred in her sleep as she heard the sound of metal on wood and cursing after. She opened her eyes to see a man attempting to open her trunk that sat at the edge of the bed she was in.
"HEY!" she yelled.
He jumped and looked at her. She studied him. A blue bandanna was tied around his head, somewhat taming his little longer than shoulder length black hair. He had a moustache and a goatee. His green eyes looked at he in innocence. His clothes were fairly dirty. They consisted of a black coat, a white shirt, black breeches and black boots. A cutlass sword hung at his left side
"You, you were the one who saved me," she said.
He smiled at her.
"Aye, Missy. But it be me father who spotted ye," he said, he held out a hand to her, "Name's James. James Sparrow."
"Addiena, Addy for short," she said placing her hand in his.
She expected a handshake but blushed as he kissed her hand.
"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Ms. Addy," he said.
"The Black Pearl!?" she said, her sea-strained muscles protesting her movement as she sat up.
"Aye, got a problem with that?" he said, smirking.
"No, it's just my parents..." she choked. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, ye can talk 'bout it when ye be ready," he said gently.
She looked down and put her hands in her lap. She found out that she was still, to her relief, fully clothed. She pulled the covers off and reached up to her bandanna. She undid the knots and pulled the key ring out.
"Oh, didn't think to look there," he muttered.
She placed the key in the lock and opened it. She sighed almost everything was still fairly dry. She stood and looked around.
"You be in me cabin," he said.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"I slept in me father's cabin last night on da floor. It was cold too. I'm hoping to be in here tonight. If it's okay with you, Ms. Addy," he smiled again.
"Fine, its just Addy, no 'Miss' stuff. Don't try anything," she replied, pulled clothes out and laying them around the room.
"What are ye doing?"
"Drying my clothes so they don't get ruined. Please don't get in there just yet."
"Fine," he said, moving his hand away from her open trunk.
After she had set all of her clothes out, she knelt down to her trunk and pulled the necklaces out.
She looked at the pendant Wilson had thrown her in his final moments of life. Fighting back tears she ran her hands over it. She gasped a bit as it opened. A piece of paper was inside. Puzzled, she pulled it open and read it.
'Dear Ms. Addy Turner,
Surprised ya didn't I. Aye, I can write. Not good, but enough to tell ye this. I have known this day would come fer quite some time now, dying at sea. Anyways, from the short time that I knew ye, I knew you was quite a child and fair lady. I hope ye are safe and yer parents too. Don't ever give up in life, dear child. Just pray on ol' Bootstrap. Aye I knew yer grandfather, an' that ye and yer parents are fine. I'll be watching ye from heaven, Ms. Addy.
Edmund Wilson.'
Addy held back tears even more as she folded it back and pulled the trinket off. It was gold with black pearls set into it. Designs had been carved into it and a ship was in the background with its sails all unfurled and catching the wind. She strung it onto her parent's band necklace before putting it around her own neck.
Next, she pulled her mother's journal out and threw it up onto the bed along with her father's book and the sewing kit. The last items were her daggers, covered bottles of rum and the ship-in-a-bottle model she had.
She took several of the daggers and strapped them to her ankles and arms with a length of hemp twine before standing and turning to James.
"Where is my sword?" she demanded.
He looked at her for a moment before snapping his fingers and walking outside. She scowled for a moment before shrugging and setting her model next to her side of the bed on a small table with her books.
She looked around again before looked at her clothes. They were filthy with spots of blood and dirt. She sighed and picked up a set of dry clothes from the floor. She found a shirt but it was her father's and much too big for her. She looked for her own but couldn't find any that were dry.
She took a needle and a spool of black thread from the kit before tossing it into her trunk. She threaded the needle quickly and stabbed it into her pillow for a moment. She pulled the shirt on over her other before taking the needle and started sewing closed the large dip in the neck.
"Don't ruin all me pleasure," a voice came. James stood at the doorway, her sword in hand.
"Well I can't exactly go around constantly pulling something up and not show off my goods," she said, pulling the needle through the first stitch.
He looked at her, bemused.
He sighed and looked in her trunk. He saw the kit and pulled it out. She stared at him as he grabbed another dry shirt and sat next to her. She raised and eyebrow and set her needle down and watched as he pulled a needle and another spool out. He carefully threaded the needle and looked at the shirt she had on before turning back and sewing. He sewed a few inches before looking again. She continued to stare at him before shaking her head and turning back to her work.
"What about this?" he asked and held up her shirt.
It had been sewn about two inches before it crossed leaving large gaps between. It had been tied in a bow at the top. She looked from it to him a few times.
"Where and why did you learn to sew? You are one, male and two, a pirate," she demanded, pulling the shirt she was sewing off.
"Me mum taught me before she was killed. We was plundering a merchant ship. She found the goods, didn't see that snake of a man sneak up behind her in time. Shot her he did. Dad brought 'er back to the ship but it was too late. She got a few words in before passing on." he said, setting the shirt down into his lap, "I was seven and still remember it. Dad's not been the same since," he said, looking at the shirt, "Just because I be a pirate and a man, don't mean I can't sew."
"I'm sorry," she said, patting his hands. "Let me try it on."
He smiled and handed her the shirt. He then looked at her waiting for her to change. She stared at him for a moment before pulling his bandanna down over his eyes.
"Don't peek," she said, holding it in place.
She let go and watched him for a moment before turning her back, pulling her old shirt off and the new one on.
"Okay," she said, turning back around.
He pushed the cloth back up and looked at the shirt.
"Looks okay, but," he said, standing up, "you need to pull it down more."
He pulled the sleeves down just past her shoulders. She braced herself for it to slide down the rest of the way but when it didn't, she looked at the sleeves. They were much too baggy to do any sort of work in but she liked the design of it. It made her feel dangerous in a way.
She kissed his cheek before checking to see if any of her pants her dry. She found one, ordered him to pull the bandanna down before quickly changing. She held up her dirty clothes before balling them up and throwing them into her trunk.
Besides the sleeves, she felt like a pirate. She took her sword and put it at her right side and tied it in place. She looked in her trunk again and saw she still had eleven daggers left and Jack's rum.
"James, your father is Captain Jack Sparrow, right?" she asked, uncovering the bottles.
He pulled his bandanna back up and looked at her.
"Aye," he replied, "Why?"
"I have some presents for him," she said, grasping the bottles and standing up.
He looked at her for a moment before laughing and walking over to her.
"You had best keep a couple of those in yer trunk, good for bargaining for things from him. It's how I get my way around the ship," he said.
She looked at him for a moment before putting four bottles back, locking the lid and tying the keys back into her bandanna.
"I want to meet this infamous Captain Jack Sparrow," she said, smiling.
"I'm warning you now, me dad is one interesting person," he said, walking out of the room.
She followed him, bubbling with excitement. She was going to meet Jack.
~~~~~
Please R/R.
What happens to Addy when she meets Jack?
What has happened to Will and Elizabeth?
Find out next chapter ^_^.
QueenofMercury
Disclaimer: I only Addy and The Protector. Walt Disney owns the rest.
Enjoy, QueenofMercury *****************************************************************
The wind and rain beat against Addy's face, but she kept her grip on the wooden posts as she watched her friends and parents work on saving the ship. Wilson and Andrews had climbed the main mast and were working on wrestling the sails back into their keeps. The waves were huge and swept water across the decks. Will and Elizabeth tied ropes and held them down, running frantically over the ship.
"Wave!" Addy screamed, as a huge gush of water swept across the boat, making list slightly.
Wilson and Andrews had finished the topsails and had swung down to the lower sails. Another wave hit and the men were thrown off balance but continued to work.
Lightning crashed all around them, hitting the water close to them. Wilson swung down from the sail he had just finished and took the wheel from Addy.
"Good Job, Addy." he said, grunting as a wave hit.
Addy ran over and used the knots she had practiced in the crow's nest to secure the sails. Another wave hit and she braced herself onto the ropes. Andrews shrieked as he lost his grip and was washed overboard for the last time.
"ADDY!" Wilson yelled as he let go of the wheel and ran up to the unfinished sail.
She ran and grabbed the wheel, pulled it back straight and began fighting the waves again. Wilson finished the sail, and swung back down. Addy bowed her head and sent a mental prayer for Andrews.
"If a pirate had to choose between dying at sea or hangin' by the noose, it would be death at sea. Much more honorable for a pirate," Wilson shouted to her.
Addy suddenly lost grip of the wheel and the heavy sail swung towards them. She ducked but it hit Wilson. He grabbed the bar and held on for dear life. "No!" she screamed, and turned the wheel harder, "PAPA!"
Will's head turned, he saw Addy struggling at the helm and Wilson dangling just out of reach.
"Take my hand!" She screamed at Wilson as she bar inched closer.
"Too late, love! Take this, and always remember the code I taught ye!" He managed to throw something hard at her as he slipped off of the bar and into oblivion. She caught it, pocketed it. She stared at the water for a moment where he had fallen.
"Goodbye, Wilson," Addy cried.
"Addy!" Will yelled.
She turned and looked at him. He read her face, put his head down for a moment before leaving the helm.
"We are almost done, keep going," he yelled, running down the steps to where Elizabeth was.
Addy gripped the wheel and pulled it to its place. Lightning crashed around them and crashes of thunder rumbled constantly. On bolt hit the mast. A cracking sound was heard as the large beam fell, hitting the other one.
"ADDIENA!" Elizabeth screamed. ~~~
They ran towards the fallen beams, trying to get over them. Another bolt hit the bow causing the ship to buckle. Will grabbed Elizabeth's waist and tied a rope around them. Waves crashed violently across the deck. Will turned to the horizon and saw a bit of light. He smiled a bit of relief before turning back to fallen pieces of wood.
He unsheathed his dagger and began hacking at the pieces. Splinters flew in every which way as they hacked at the wood. A large chunk split apart as another fatal bolt hit the ship, causing a deafening cracking sound as the ship began to break apart.
A piece of wood flew at Elizabeth her in the head. She slumped over the broken mast.
"Elizabeth!" Will screamed, bending down to her.
Another wave hit and they were both thrown off of the ship, into the deep blue expanse of the ocean. Pieces of wood were scattered all around the water. Will swam up, pulling Elizabeth and himself up to the surface.
He latched onto a piece of floating wood and set Elizabeth's upper body out of the waters. Waves carried them away from the damaged boat.
'Addiena, Father, watch over her. Let her be safe and be found by somebody good. Let Jack find her. PLEASE!' Will prayed.
~~~
Addy slowly opened her eyes from her unconscious state. She had fallen into the state when the mast had broken and fell. She had hit her head on one of the pegs.
"Ow," she muttered, standing up.
The ship was now a slight incline and was only getting steeper.
'Great, the ship is sinking.' She thought and looked around for her parents. After searching a bit, she realized they weren't there.
'No,' she thought, looking around for a bit of hope, 'They can't be gone.'
The ship creaked and she became aware of what was happening. The ship was sinking and if she stayed on much longer, she would drown. She turned and ran down to her cabin. The door had flung open during the storm; splinters were all over the ground.
She dragged her trunk out into the hall and then went into the room just down the hall. She picked up various items from her parents room: Her mother's journal, a sewing kit, a book of her fathers, some shirts, and a necklace with two rings on it, her parent's wedding bands. They had taken them off for the voyage she they wouldn't be lost at sea.
She ran back to her trunk, unlocked and opened it, stuffed the items along with the necklace Wilson had gave her into it and shut the lid. She quickly threaded the ring onto her bandanna strips and tied various knots to keep it in place before locking her trunk and pulling up onto the deck.
The ship was now almost completely underwater and a gushing sound from below told her that she got out in time. She grabbed a couple lengths of rope and waded into the water. She pulled the trunk behind her, which, to her great relief, floated. She tied her trunk to a piece of the mast and to her waist before grabbing other random pieces and making something she could float on. The water grew higher around her waist.
She looked around one more before securing her items and kicking off. She had learned how to swim a little bit, mostly basic items. She kicked long enough that she was far away enough from the ship that she wouldn't get pulled down as she watched the one thing she had half-way begged her parents to finish, sink into the deep expanse of the ocean.
Addy crawled up onto her 'raft' and stared into the sky. She counted clouds and looked at shapes as the ocean took her somewhere. The night was very cold. Addy prayed that somebody would find her soon as she fought to stay awake. During the next day she slept the day away and kept her body awake by singing during the cold night. It became harder by each passing hour and after three days of the awkward cycle she could barely move. Her voice was strained as she yelled for help, and the salt sea washed down her throat. Her stomach rumbled with unceasing hunger.
Close to sunset on her fourth night at sea, Addy heard voices.
"Man Overboard. Off the Port bow!" somebody yelled.
She tilted her head to see a large ship approaching, its black sails flapping gently. A boat was lowered into the ocean, as her eyes grew heavy. She shut them and felt powerful arms around her.
"She's alive," a deep voice said.
"Get her trunk," a woman's voice said.
Addy opened her eyes to see a pair of green staring back at her. She smiled and whispered a 'thank you' before collapsing into a deep sleep.
~~~
Will shivered as the night air touched his skin again. It was their fourth night at sea and Elizabeth had not awoken since she had been hit. He was worried about her and prayed that his daughter would be safe. He hummed to himself as the water turned colder.
'Please let somebody find us soon,' he thought, kicking gently every few moments so his body would retain at least a little warmth.
Elizabeth stirred, and he stopped kicking. She moved again and lifted her head. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ow, where am I?" she asked, turning to him, "Will, I'm so tired."
"Don't sleep yet darling. Not just yet," Will said, "Let's sing a song."
She nodded and leaned against him. They sang gently as the water moved them gently.
The sun broke over the horizon and Elizabeth sighed.
"Addy would have loved this," she said softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"MEN OVERBOARD!" a shout came.
They turned slightly to see a ship approaching slowly. A rope ladder was flung over the side and Will kicked using the last of his strength over to it. He looked up at the men and shook his head.
"Ropes!" one of the men yelled.
Rope slings were thrown over. They managed to get them on enough so they wouldn't be hurt as they were pulled out of the water.
"Are you okay?" a man asked.
"I think so," Will murmured.
"Take them below, set up a cabin. They look to be a couple, same bed," somebody said.
Will nodded and collapsed as somebody picked his waterlogged body up and carried it to the cabin.
He was set down and Elizabeth beside him.
"Thanks," was all he could manage before the waves of sleep claimed him.
~~~~~~~
Addy stirred in her sleep as she heard the sound of metal on wood and cursing after. She opened her eyes to see a man attempting to open her trunk that sat at the edge of the bed she was in.
"HEY!" she yelled.
He jumped and looked at her. She studied him. A blue bandanna was tied around his head, somewhat taming his little longer than shoulder length black hair. He had a moustache and a goatee. His green eyes looked at he in innocence. His clothes were fairly dirty. They consisted of a black coat, a white shirt, black breeches and black boots. A cutlass sword hung at his left side
"You, you were the one who saved me," she said.
He smiled at her.
"Aye, Missy. But it be me father who spotted ye," he said, he held out a hand to her, "Name's James. James Sparrow."
"Addiena, Addy for short," she said placing her hand in his.
She expected a handshake but blushed as he kissed her hand.
"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Ms. Addy," he said.
"The Black Pearl!?" she said, her sea-strained muscles protesting her movement as she sat up.
"Aye, got a problem with that?" he said, smirking.
"No, it's just my parents..." she choked. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, ye can talk 'bout it when ye be ready," he said gently.
She looked down and put her hands in her lap. She found out that she was still, to her relief, fully clothed. She pulled the covers off and reached up to her bandanna. She undid the knots and pulled the key ring out.
"Oh, didn't think to look there," he muttered.
She placed the key in the lock and opened it. She sighed almost everything was still fairly dry. She stood and looked around.
"You be in me cabin," he said.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"I slept in me father's cabin last night on da floor. It was cold too. I'm hoping to be in here tonight. If it's okay with you, Ms. Addy," he smiled again.
"Fine, its just Addy, no 'Miss' stuff. Don't try anything," she replied, pulled clothes out and laying them around the room.
"What are ye doing?"
"Drying my clothes so they don't get ruined. Please don't get in there just yet."
"Fine," he said, moving his hand away from her open trunk.
After she had set all of her clothes out, she knelt down to her trunk and pulled the necklaces out.
She looked at the pendant Wilson had thrown her in his final moments of life. Fighting back tears she ran her hands over it. She gasped a bit as it opened. A piece of paper was inside. Puzzled, she pulled it open and read it.
'Dear Ms. Addy Turner,
Surprised ya didn't I. Aye, I can write. Not good, but enough to tell ye this. I have known this day would come fer quite some time now, dying at sea. Anyways, from the short time that I knew ye, I knew you was quite a child and fair lady. I hope ye are safe and yer parents too. Don't ever give up in life, dear child. Just pray on ol' Bootstrap. Aye I knew yer grandfather, an' that ye and yer parents are fine. I'll be watching ye from heaven, Ms. Addy.
Edmund Wilson.'
Addy held back tears even more as she folded it back and pulled the trinket off. It was gold with black pearls set into it. Designs had been carved into it and a ship was in the background with its sails all unfurled and catching the wind. She strung it onto her parent's band necklace before putting it around her own neck.
Next, she pulled her mother's journal out and threw it up onto the bed along with her father's book and the sewing kit. The last items were her daggers, covered bottles of rum and the ship-in-a-bottle model she had.
She took several of the daggers and strapped them to her ankles and arms with a length of hemp twine before standing and turning to James.
"Where is my sword?" she demanded.
He looked at her for a moment before snapping his fingers and walking outside. She scowled for a moment before shrugging and setting her model next to her side of the bed on a small table with her books.
She looked around again before looked at her clothes. They were filthy with spots of blood and dirt. She sighed and picked up a set of dry clothes from the floor. She found a shirt but it was her father's and much too big for her. She looked for her own but couldn't find any that were dry.
She took a needle and a spool of black thread from the kit before tossing it into her trunk. She threaded the needle quickly and stabbed it into her pillow for a moment. She pulled the shirt on over her other before taking the needle and started sewing closed the large dip in the neck.
"Don't ruin all me pleasure," a voice came. James stood at the doorway, her sword in hand.
"Well I can't exactly go around constantly pulling something up and not show off my goods," she said, pulling the needle through the first stitch.
He looked at her, bemused.
He sighed and looked in her trunk. He saw the kit and pulled it out. She stared at him as he grabbed another dry shirt and sat next to her. She raised and eyebrow and set her needle down and watched as he pulled a needle and another spool out. He carefully threaded the needle and looked at the shirt she had on before turning back and sewing. He sewed a few inches before looking again. She continued to stare at him before shaking her head and turning back to her work.
"What about this?" he asked and held up her shirt.
It had been sewn about two inches before it crossed leaving large gaps between. It had been tied in a bow at the top. She looked from it to him a few times.
"Where and why did you learn to sew? You are one, male and two, a pirate," she demanded, pulling the shirt she was sewing off.
"Me mum taught me before she was killed. We was plundering a merchant ship. She found the goods, didn't see that snake of a man sneak up behind her in time. Shot her he did. Dad brought 'er back to the ship but it was too late. She got a few words in before passing on." he said, setting the shirt down into his lap, "I was seven and still remember it. Dad's not been the same since," he said, looking at the shirt, "Just because I be a pirate and a man, don't mean I can't sew."
"I'm sorry," she said, patting his hands. "Let me try it on."
He smiled and handed her the shirt. He then looked at her waiting for her to change. She stared at him for a moment before pulling his bandanna down over his eyes.
"Don't peek," she said, holding it in place.
She let go and watched him for a moment before turning her back, pulling her old shirt off and the new one on.
"Okay," she said, turning back around.
He pushed the cloth back up and looked at the shirt.
"Looks okay, but," he said, standing up, "you need to pull it down more."
He pulled the sleeves down just past her shoulders. She braced herself for it to slide down the rest of the way but when it didn't, she looked at the sleeves. They were much too baggy to do any sort of work in but she liked the design of it. It made her feel dangerous in a way.
She kissed his cheek before checking to see if any of her pants her dry. She found one, ordered him to pull the bandanna down before quickly changing. She held up her dirty clothes before balling them up and throwing them into her trunk.
Besides the sleeves, she felt like a pirate. She took her sword and put it at her right side and tied it in place. She looked in her trunk again and saw she still had eleven daggers left and Jack's rum.
"James, your father is Captain Jack Sparrow, right?" she asked, uncovering the bottles.
He pulled his bandanna back up and looked at her.
"Aye," he replied, "Why?"
"I have some presents for him," she said, grasping the bottles and standing up.
He looked at her for a moment before laughing and walking over to her.
"You had best keep a couple of those in yer trunk, good for bargaining for things from him. It's how I get my way around the ship," he said.
She looked at him for a moment before putting four bottles back, locking the lid and tying the keys back into her bandanna.
"I want to meet this infamous Captain Jack Sparrow," she said, smiling.
"I'm warning you now, me dad is one interesting person," he said, walking out of the room.
She followed him, bubbling with excitement. She was going to meet Jack.
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Please R/R.
What happens to Addy when she meets Jack?
What has happened to Will and Elizabeth?
Find out next chapter ^_^.
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