Last Time
"William and Elizabeth Turner of Port Royale. My father is a blacksmith and my mother the daughter of the governor. Anything else you'd like to know?"
Now
"He lies!"
"Now P behave this is no way to treat an old family friend."
My father knelt before the man and stared at him for a while before the staring started to cause him to loose his balance and fall on his behind. Clumsily getting up he stumbled several times before he makes it to his knees. Carefully standing he rapped on the door five times and the two men rushed in and snapped to mock attention, obviously trying to make fun of the sailor from the Redcoats ship. I rolled my eyes and began to lean on the table.
"Good day to ye, Zachy. Enjoy the brig and don't ya worry none as soon as we find ya a place to sleep ye won't be seeing the brig again. Got ta be careful now don't want ta bring yer father down on me."
My father laughed and sauntered out after our captive leaving me to myself. I lowered myself into the chair recently vacated by Zachary. Letting out a large sigh I buried my face in my folded arms. It was going to be a long while until I would have peace again. Somehow I knew the son of William and Elizabeth Turner sparked a change in our way of life. Nothing was going to be easy on the Black Pearl anymore; I could see it in the distance.
Later that Night
"Captain NO I refuse! I will not be sharing a room with a man that I do not even know!"
"An' I hope you don't come to know any man on this ship!"
"You know what I meant father. I can't have him in this room."
"This is the only space available in this ship besides the brig, and we can't be putting him there because he is Will's son."
"Fine I will do as I am told."
"Good then well... Come in here Zac you will be bunking in the same cabin as P."
"Yes sir."
My father nodded and left us alone together in the small confines of the cabin. Zac looked down at his feet and I found myself for the second time that day rolling my eyes. If one more man acted out of place around me I would run him through.
"Zachary correct? Well Zachary I have this hammock so that one there is yours... Oh yes and don't get any idea's I'll kill you!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you princess but you are safe from me. I happen to fancy women who wear longer skirts."
Zac sneered and turned away. I looked down at my grubby old tattered skirt and frowned. Never had I been undesirable before and I certainly wouldn't start being now.
"But ya'd never get a girl who'd show you this much ankle I'm wagerin'."
Zac only let out a soft snort and left the cabin. I huffed and sat on my hammock. This was going to be a long journey indeed. I pulled off my boots and lay back and was asleep in moments. I awoke later that night to the door opening and Zac walking in the room. I acted asleep a while longer. He mumbled while he readied himself for sleeping.
"Much much longer skirts... She has nerve... Longer skirts... she couldn't kill me... Much longer skirts!"
"Hey P you awake... P?"
He climbed onto his hammock and fell asleep almost immediately. I rose only after fifteen minutes just to make sure he was truly out. I pulled on my boots and made for the deck. Most of the crew was asleep and those who were on deck were to busy working to notice me. I leaned against the railing and looked out at the Caribbean and all of its might. I heard footsteps coming up quickly on me.
"What do you want?"
"I knew you weren't asleep your breathing was to shallow."
"What are you a doctor or something? So what is it you wanted? What was so important that you faked sleep then followed me up here to ask me?"
Zac stood poised next to the railing showing that he was in fact still a redcoat. I reminded myself to always be on guard. No respectable pirate would stand so stiffly next to a railing but would lean on it using it to balance himself, ah, but a redcoat uses nothing to balance himself and relies on himself for everything and that was one reason that they were so easy to beat. They never felt the waves lapping against the edge of the ship never moved with the haul. Her father had taught her that if someone was to survive the life at sea they had to be as one to the ship that way they were never unsteady. In her encounters with redcoats she had come to realize that they tried to force everything to do exactly what they wanted they never just let themselves be carried away by something but dictated everything which was why so many were so easy to beat. Zac though presented a challenge and yet he was a redcoat. It didn't make sense, but of course his grandfather was a pirate. Did Zac even know about his grandfather?
"P...P excuse me but are you even paying attention? You are worse than any woman I have met when it comes to paying attention."
I quickly snapped out of my daze and jerked my face up to see him. Zac was far to close for comfort but yet I wanted him closer.
"What do you know about your father and grandfather?"
"Huh? What kind of question is that?"
"The kind I'm askin'. Now spill redcoat."
"My father is a blacksmith and I know that once he relied on a pirate to save my mother but now has nothing to do with them. My father says he never knew my grandfather and he won't say anything more about it."
"My father knew both. Your grandfather and him worked together on this very ship. Your father and him got tangled up together when your mother was kidnapped by the cursed pirates who mutinied my father and stole this ship from him which just so happened that your grandfather was killed because he thought it was wrong to ditch my father on a deserted island. Anyways your mother gave your fathers name before they were married and that's why the pirates took her. Well my father knew how to find them because they were on his ship anyways they set off together and found them got her back then their ship was destroyed and then the Commodore went after your father only after your mother agreed to marry him then they saved your father and my father was going to be hung but your father saved him and he escaped back to the Black Pearl which was waitin for him in the harbor. That's bout the whole of it."
"Maybe if you slowed down I may have gotten the half of it, but, wait my grandfather was a pirate?"
"Not such a bad life. At least you know who your enemies are, unlike in the Navy, where you have to worry about jealousy and such here life is good you can trust the person in the hammock next to you."
Zac turned away from the water and leaned against the railing. He crossed his arms and looked up into the sky.
"This is so much to take in. Wa...Wait a second, your father? Hold it one moment are you saying that Jack is your father?"
"Umm...uh...well what I meant to say is uh...Oh crikes there is no way out of this...Yes Jack is my father, my mother is Giselle."
Zac smiled into the night sky. It was oddly comforting so I knew I had to put an end to that smile.
"En Guard!"
"William and Elizabeth Turner of Port Royale. My father is a blacksmith and my mother the daughter of the governor. Anything else you'd like to know?"
Now
"He lies!"
"Now P behave this is no way to treat an old family friend."
My father knelt before the man and stared at him for a while before the staring started to cause him to loose his balance and fall on his behind. Clumsily getting up he stumbled several times before he makes it to his knees. Carefully standing he rapped on the door five times and the two men rushed in and snapped to mock attention, obviously trying to make fun of the sailor from the Redcoats ship. I rolled my eyes and began to lean on the table.
"Good day to ye, Zachy. Enjoy the brig and don't ya worry none as soon as we find ya a place to sleep ye won't be seeing the brig again. Got ta be careful now don't want ta bring yer father down on me."
My father laughed and sauntered out after our captive leaving me to myself. I lowered myself into the chair recently vacated by Zachary. Letting out a large sigh I buried my face in my folded arms. It was going to be a long while until I would have peace again. Somehow I knew the son of William and Elizabeth Turner sparked a change in our way of life. Nothing was going to be easy on the Black Pearl anymore; I could see it in the distance.
Later that Night
"Captain NO I refuse! I will not be sharing a room with a man that I do not even know!"
"An' I hope you don't come to know any man on this ship!"
"You know what I meant father. I can't have him in this room."
"This is the only space available in this ship besides the brig, and we can't be putting him there because he is Will's son."
"Fine I will do as I am told."
"Good then well... Come in here Zac you will be bunking in the same cabin as P."
"Yes sir."
My father nodded and left us alone together in the small confines of the cabin. Zac looked down at his feet and I found myself for the second time that day rolling my eyes. If one more man acted out of place around me I would run him through.
"Zachary correct? Well Zachary I have this hammock so that one there is yours... Oh yes and don't get any idea's I'll kill you!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you princess but you are safe from me. I happen to fancy women who wear longer skirts."
Zac sneered and turned away. I looked down at my grubby old tattered skirt and frowned. Never had I been undesirable before and I certainly wouldn't start being now.
"But ya'd never get a girl who'd show you this much ankle I'm wagerin'."
Zac only let out a soft snort and left the cabin. I huffed and sat on my hammock. This was going to be a long journey indeed. I pulled off my boots and lay back and was asleep in moments. I awoke later that night to the door opening and Zac walking in the room. I acted asleep a while longer. He mumbled while he readied himself for sleeping.
"Much much longer skirts... She has nerve... Longer skirts... she couldn't kill me... Much longer skirts!"
"Hey P you awake... P?"
He climbed onto his hammock and fell asleep almost immediately. I rose only after fifteen minutes just to make sure he was truly out. I pulled on my boots and made for the deck. Most of the crew was asleep and those who were on deck were to busy working to notice me. I leaned against the railing and looked out at the Caribbean and all of its might. I heard footsteps coming up quickly on me.
"What do you want?"
"I knew you weren't asleep your breathing was to shallow."
"What are you a doctor or something? So what is it you wanted? What was so important that you faked sleep then followed me up here to ask me?"
Zac stood poised next to the railing showing that he was in fact still a redcoat. I reminded myself to always be on guard. No respectable pirate would stand so stiffly next to a railing but would lean on it using it to balance himself, ah, but a redcoat uses nothing to balance himself and relies on himself for everything and that was one reason that they were so easy to beat. They never felt the waves lapping against the edge of the ship never moved with the haul. Her father had taught her that if someone was to survive the life at sea they had to be as one to the ship that way they were never unsteady. In her encounters with redcoats she had come to realize that they tried to force everything to do exactly what they wanted they never just let themselves be carried away by something but dictated everything which was why so many were so easy to beat. Zac though presented a challenge and yet he was a redcoat. It didn't make sense, but of course his grandfather was a pirate. Did Zac even know about his grandfather?
"P...P excuse me but are you even paying attention? You are worse than any woman I have met when it comes to paying attention."
I quickly snapped out of my daze and jerked my face up to see him. Zac was far to close for comfort but yet I wanted him closer.
"What do you know about your father and grandfather?"
"Huh? What kind of question is that?"
"The kind I'm askin'. Now spill redcoat."
"My father is a blacksmith and I know that once he relied on a pirate to save my mother but now has nothing to do with them. My father says he never knew my grandfather and he won't say anything more about it."
"My father knew both. Your grandfather and him worked together on this very ship. Your father and him got tangled up together when your mother was kidnapped by the cursed pirates who mutinied my father and stole this ship from him which just so happened that your grandfather was killed because he thought it was wrong to ditch my father on a deserted island. Anyways your mother gave your fathers name before they were married and that's why the pirates took her. Well my father knew how to find them because they were on his ship anyways they set off together and found them got her back then their ship was destroyed and then the Commodore went after your father only after your mother agreed to marry him then they saved your father and my father was going to be hung but your father saved him and he escaped back to the Black Pearl which was waitin for him in the harbor. That's bout the whole of it."
"Maybe if you slowed down I may have gotten the half of it, but, wait my grandfather was a pirate?"
"Not such a bad life. At least you know who your enemies are, unlike in the Navy, where you have to worry about jealousy and such here life is good you can trust the person in the hammock next to you."
Zac turned away from the water and leaned against the railing. He crossed his arms and looked up into the sky.
"This is so much to take in. Wa...Wait a second, your father? Hold it one moment are you saying that Jack is your father?"
"Umm...uh...well what I meant to say is uh...Oh crikes there is no way out of this...Yes Jack is my father, my mother is Giselle."
Zac smiled into the night sky. It was oddly comforting so I knew I had to put an end to that smile.
"En Guard!"