Hi everyone! I said I was going to write a PotC fanfic, so I did. If you don't like it, oh well.
But please, only constructive criticism, thank ye verra muchly.
Methinks a few chapters are in order. . . .
I was tired of serving meals at the Shipmate Inn. Usually, it was me, Marie, who ended up breaking up the brawls by brandishing a small pistol of mine, which was hidden in the bosom of my dress.
The year was that of Pirates, and one could never be too careful. If a pirate entered the Inn, you always had to keep your distance, or they might get too feisty. But even the odd stranger knew to keep their distance from me. My mother, Anne, ran the Inn, and she kept it running smoothly with an iron fist. She had killed a man once, for making a move on one of my sisters, and the other men knew to quiet down.
Anyway, as I said, I'm Marie Kemp. My hair is raven black, as are my eyes. My dresses are all a deep red or blue, because mother says the colours 'add light to me fair skin.' I'm 18, and (as my mother says) one of the prettiest lasses in the Caribbean. She might be stretching the truth a smidgen, though.
One night, after all of the customers had gone and the Inn was empty, the door flew open. The storm that was raging outside got in and it frightened me so. I dropped an empty mug that I was holding, and it fell with a loud clatter, rolling to the feet of the stranger who had just sauntered in. He closed the door, picked the mug up, tossing it from hand to hand, and then looked up at me.
Walking over to me, his assorted hair adornments glinting in the light of the lantern, and he said 'I believe ye dropped this, lass.' The stranger, with dripping black dreadlocks and full captain's attire, passed the mug over to me. But, he bloody well wasn't a Captain of the British Navy. I could see the tattoos on his arm and the butt of a pistol tucked in his waistband, along with a black sheath, which carried a deadly blade. No doubt this man was a pirate and a bloody captain as well!
I took the mug, placing it atop the stack of plates on the table in front of me, saying 'What'll it be, sir?' The man looked annoyed for a moment, then whispered wearily 'It's Captain, Captain, if you don't mind, luv.' I rolled my eyes, and then repeated the question, replacing 'Sir' with 'Captain'. This time, he waved a hand, saying 'Oh, fetch me a rum, lass. It's been a long night, an' all.' I took the dishes to the kitchen, and wiped a mug clean, filling it with rum.
I came out to find him seated at a table near the door, his cloak hanging off the back of his chair. I pulled a rag from me waistband, and wiped the table off. I placed the rum down, and set to wiping off the other tables. The Captain took a sip, and said 'Y'know, luv, 'tis been a long time since I had meself some company. Would ye-'
I cut him off by slamming a hand down on the table, glaring furiously at him. 'Captain,'
I whispered, trying to keep from losing my manners and temper, 'I am not one to be fooled with, mark me. You can go looking for someone else after ye've paid for the drink.' He raised his hands up and smiled innocently, and I went back to cleaning. I chatted with him a bit, telling him I was tired of the life I had now. He seemed to understand, listening and nodding his head every so often.
He drank the last of his rum, and set the empty mug on the table. I walked over to him, saying 'That'll be a shilling for the drink, Captain.' He looked up, and stood slowly. He walked over to me, and I looked at him warily, but I was backed up against a table. He reached into his waistband, and I turned me face from his, looking off to the door and hoping that someone would come.
To my relief, he pulled out a purse, and extracted three shillings. He took my hand, and placed the shillings in my palm, closing my hand. Gently, he whispered 'One for the drink, luv, an' two for the view.' He backed off, and grabbed his cloak heading for the door. When I had straightened up, I called 'Wait! Your name, Captain, would be much appreciated.' He stopped, and swivelled around, smirking. He took off his three-cornered hat and swept a bow, saying 'Why, lass, I be the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow! Good night.'
He turned back around, and left, shutting the door behind him. I stood there, and I felt a warmth creep over me, followed by a strange fluttering. I redeemed my posture, and looked over to the table Jack had supped at. I saw a small scrap of paper on it, and I picked it up. 'To my Bonnie lass,' it read, 'If the land life be too boring for ye, then look for Captain Jack Sparrow at the Leaking Keg Pub, down by the docks. I'll be waiting for ye!' It was signed with an elegant signature, Captain Jack Sparrow.
I clutched the note in my fist, and picked up the mug, heading for the kitchen. I set it on the counter, and said to myself 'Well, here's yer chance at a little adventure, Marie! Don't let it slip you by!' I walked out of the kitchen, and locked the front door. Making my way to my room, I thought about what the pirate life would be like.
Well, that's my first chapter. Plenty more where that came from. Rated PG-13 for other chapters, say . . . the third or fourth. Dunno which. Please tell me what you think of it so far! No flames, please.
-- Marie the Black Rose --
