CHAPTER TWO
"Stop walking or I'll shoot you," I said forebodingly.
"Rose, shut up with that shoot you nonsense. I know you have no shots in that pistol." It was my friend and longtime housemate Annaclara.
"Annaclara, is that you? Well what do you mean by coming up behind me like that? I could've shot you." I called to her.
"Except your gun has no bullets," she called sardonically. She had a point. When she ran closer I stood waiting to greet her but when she ran past me I stood there, still facing the other direction, until I contemplated that she was no longer in front of me. Then I spun around and called to her.
"Annaclara..." no answer, she was still running toward the water, "Annaclara, what the bloody hell are you doing?" I called, still a bit confused.
"I'm meeting my sister!" She finally called back. I hadn't ever heard of a sister. I ran to catch up. When she finally stopped she was about half a meter from the end of the dock. I finally caught up to her and stopped just before falling into the water.
"You have... a sister?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
"Yes, Annamaria. She is to stop here tonight. LOOK! There's her ship now!"
"HER ship?"
"No, she's part of the crew. It's the fastest ship in the Spanish main."
"And the name of the ship is what?"
"The Black Pearl."
"The... the Black... Reeeeally?" I had heard about a black pearl. It was indeed the fastest ship in the Caribbean. It was said to be captained by the best pirate in the Caribbean. He was said to have vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company and sacked Nassau port without firing a single shot. I didn't know his name, but I would soon. The massive ship was coming closer. I could see it now. Its sails were black as the night. There was a woman hanging off the front of the ship waving madly. Since all I could see was her silhouette, I assumed she was the now infamous Annamaria.
"Annie!" Annaclara called from her perch on the dock.
When the ship tied up Annamaria was the first to come off, followed by the motliest crew I had ever seen, followed by two men that didn't look so dilapidated: one I recognized as a man named Gibbs, and a second, well, I didn't know his name, but he seemed oddly familiar, almost as if I had seen him somewhere, somewhere distant.
"Annaclara" I said, still a bit distracted, "do you know who that is?
"Oh, no, let me ask Annie. ANNIE!" Annaclara called, bearing a strange vocal resemblance to her sister.
"What do ye want?" 'Annie' said hastily, "I have te help unload."
"That man, the tall one walking swaggeredly. Who is he?"
"Him?" Oh, that's the captain.
"Oh. So... the captain is a... drunk?"
"Yes, now, if you two will excuse me, I have to go unload while you stand there looking at a real crew."
"Oh, she's a bitter one!" Annaclara said teasingly to Annamaria. When Annamaria walked away Annaclara and I stood there for a second looking at the captain. I wondered who he was. I certainly recognized him, yet I could not place the face. Oh, well, time to go to bed. Best worry about it in the morning, I thought.
"Let's follow 'em!" Said Annaclara enthusiastically. I was not so inclined. What if there were nasty old men like the one from the bar in that crew? Oh well, I had incredible swordsman skills, and Annie was already about fifteen metres ahead of me by then, so I decided it would be in my best interest to follow, so I did.
