Last Time
"I don't think I could forget you either P."
Now
After I heard that I all but ran to my cabin. Even though I was not safe here anymore I had to just get away from his very presence. Once in the cabin I sagged against the door and closer my eyes tight. I would not allow myself to fall in love with a redcoat. I would not allow myself to fall in love with a redcoat. I had to stay focused. If even one person found out just who I was and what exactly I was my father and I would be dead. I had to keep my father's secret just a while longer.
"P, P where are you? Are you in here..."
He tried to open the door but due to the fact that I was leaning on it he could not.
"P open the door... P please why are you not letting me in? Open the door. We need to talk now open it!"
I opened the door than went and sat on my hammock. I would not look at him if it killed me.
"P why did you run away back there. You just took off."
"Why did I? What how can you ask that you were the one who said you could never forget me. What choice did I have? What did you want me to turn around and ask what you meant by that? I'm not some dense Port girl. I know what it meant!"
"Really, then you should have let me know you heard me. Or are you really that cowardly of a pirate?"
"I am not a coward!"
"Yes you are because you ran. Speaking of which why run what does that prove that you feel the same?"
"No I just didn't wish to embarrass you in front of the whole crew. You do need to gain their respect if your life on this ship is going to be easy."
Zac stood and left me at my hammock. He pulled off his boots and took off his uniform redcoat jacket and lied back in his own hammock.
"I see, goodnight P."
The Next Morning
I awoke to Zac moaning and sitting up in his hammock. He was rubbing his eyes. I heard the shouts from above deck. I pulled on my shoes and left the cabin. I didn't look back at Zac but went straight to the helm.
"Captain what's the ruckus for?"
"That is!"
My father pointed to an island just peaking out of the mist and into view. I saw that it was dark and uncharted. I saw no ports or settlements on this island. I doubt even natives lived here.
"What'dya make of it?"
"No one lives here. This island is not a good place."
My father leaned close to my ear.
"A perfect place to leave a clue about the White Pearl though wouldn't you say?"
"Aye that it would but what is to be left?"
"Anything that would lead everyone further from their own treasure."
"Aye Captain! I'll be needin' a boat sir. I also need a crewmember to help me."
"It's yours take Gibbs he's in on the secret."
I nodded and hollered for Gibbs. We ate quickly and quietly then set out right away.
We reached the island before midday and set out making an aged map for anyone to follow. We had to make the trail carefully and make it look old and overgrown. As we marched further into the jungle I became more aware of the water. I heard the falls in the distance and made for them. I scaled down the side and found a crevice hidden behind the great curtain of water. It was a small ledge with a shelf. On the shelf I sat a small pearl and an arrow. Anyone who found this would know to look for the natives that had named me the Great White Pearl. From there they would have to go off of what the natives described, and by that time The Black Pearl would have made off with all of their bounty. Nothing would stop my father or myself again. We would have all the treasure in the world and no one to ever stop us. Even the redcoats where searching for the Great White Pearl.
What a laugh my father and I would be having. Now that all the clues had been laid my father would tell the rest of the crew our plot and share in the bounty. He would tell them our plans and set our traps. Of course we would split the bounty with the natives who helped us in our ploy. All they requested though was part of the armory and some of the clothing. Nothing that could not be spared.
I rescaled the wall and we worked our way back to the ship. On the shore I took out the rusted sword I carried especially for this slit my arm and stabbed it through the map and into the hard dirt just above the sandy shore.
As Gibbs rowed back toward the ship I wrapped my arm and tied it off. The crew helped us both onto the ship. They all slapped our backs and laughed. I took it that my father had told them the ploy while we were on the island. Zac pushed his way through and grabbed my arm right on the bandage and dragged me through the crowd. I yelped in pain but he kept pulling me along with him. He yanked me into the cabin and slammed the door. He spun me and I fell right into him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and held away from him.
"Just what hell are you thinking!"
Dum dum dum. Hee hee hee. I love doing this but hey the plot thickens. Now you know what the "treasure" is. It's all a clever ruse made by Captain Jack Sparrow to make off with all the goods. How though have they tricked everyone into thinking that the Great White Pearl is an actual Pearl and not the woman Pearl?... Find out in the next chapter! Thanks and any questions just review them to me. This Chapter is dedicated to Flute Damioh who loves this story and who has been keeping in contact with me. Thank you Flutey. Thanks guys...Iiya-yasha
"I don't think I could forget you either P."
Now
After I heard that I all but ran to my cabin. Even though I was not safe here anymore I had to just get away from his very presence. Once in the cabin I sagged against the door and closer my eyes tight. I would not allow myself to fall in love with a redcoat. I would not allow myself to fall in love with a redcoat. I had to stay focused. If even one person found out just who I was and what exactly I was my father and I would be dead. I had to keep my father's secret just a while longer.
"P, P where are you? Are you in here..."
He tried to open the door but due to the fact that I was leaning on it he could not.
"P open the door... P please why are you not letting me in? Open the door. We need to talk now open it!"
I opened the door than went and sat on my hammock. I would not look at him if it killed me.
"P why did you run away back there. You just took off."
"Why did I? What how can you ask that you were the one who said you could never forget me. What choice did I have? What did you want me to turn around and ask what you meant by that? I'm not some dense Port girl. I know what it meant!"
"Really, then you should have let me know you heard me. Or are you really that cowardly of a pirate?"
"I am not a coward!"
"Yes you are because you ran. Speaking of which why run what does that prove that you feel the same?"
"No I just didn't wish to embarrass you in front of the whole crew. You do need to gain their respect if your life on this ship is going to be easy."
Zac stood and left me at my hammock. He pulled off his boots and took off his uniform redcoat jacket and lied back in his own hammock.
"I see, goodnight P."
The Next Morning
I awoke to Zac moaning and sitting up in his hammock. He was rubbing his eyes. I heard the shouts from above deck. I pulled on my shoes and left the cabin. I didn't look back at Zac but went straight to the helm.
"Captain what's the ruckus for?"
"That is!"
My father pointed to an island just peaking out of the mist and into view. I saw that it was dark and uncharted. I saw no ports or settlements on this island. I doubt even natives lived here.
"What'dya make of it?"
"No one lives here. This island is not a good place."
My father leaned close to my ear.
"A perfect place to leave a clue about the White Pearl though wouldn't you say?"
"Aye that it would but what is to be left?"
"Anything that would lead everyone further from their own treasure."
"Aye Captain! I'll be needin' a boat sir. I also need a crewmember to help me."
"It's yours take Gibbs he's in on the secret."
I nodded and hollered for Gibbs. We ate quickly and quietly then set out right away.
We reached the island before midday and set out making an aged map for anyone to follow. We had to make the trail carefully and make it look old and overgrown. As we marched further into the jungle I became more aware of the water. I heard the falls in the distance and made for them. I scaled down the side and found a crevice hidden behind the great curtain of water. It was a small ledge with a shelf. On the shelf I sat a small pearl and an arrow. Anyone who found this would know to look for the natives that had named me the Great White Pearl. From there they would have to go off of what the natives described, and by that time The Black Pearl would have made off with all of their bounty. Nothing would stop my father or myself again. We would have all the treasure in the world and no one to ever stop us. Even the redcoats where searching for the Great White Pearl.
What a laugh my father and I would be having. Now that all the clues had been laid my father would tell the rest of the crew our plot and share in the bounty. He would tell them our plans and set our traps. Of course we would split the bounty with the natives who helped us in our ploy. All they requested though was part of the armory and some of the clothing. Nothing that could not be spared.
I rescaled the wall and we worked our way back to the ship. On the shore I took out the rusted sword I carried especially for this slit my arm and stabbed it through the map and into the hard dirt just above the sandy shore.
As Gibbs rowed back toward the ship I wrapped my arm and tied it off. The crew helped us both onto the ship. They all slapped our backs and laughed. I took it that my father had told them the ploy while we were on the island. Zac pushed his way through and grabbed my arm right on the bandage and dragged me through the crowd. I yelped in pain but he kept pulling me along with him. He yanked me into the cabin and slammed the door. He spun me and I fell right into him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and held away from him.
"Just what hell are you thinking!"
Dum dum dum. Hee hee hee. I love doing this but hey the plot thickens. Now you know what the "treasure" is. It's all a clever ruse made by Captain Jack Sparrow to make off with all the goods. How though have they tricked everyone into thinking that the Great White Pearl is an actual Pearl and not the woman Pearl?... Find out in the next chapter! Thanks and any questions just review them to me. This Chapter is dedicated to Flute Damioh who loves this story and who has been keeping in contact with me. Thank you Flutey. Thanks guys...Iiya-yasha