I'm so sorry for not updating in so long! I've been busy as hell trying to
get all of my work done and . . . . Yeah, thanks to everyone for being so
patient!!!
So, here's Jon's side of the story, from when Edward Kemp was shot in the pub, which we shall call 'The Trove', for further reference.
Now, ON WITH THE FANFIC!
*jumps to the fore of the ship, falls off, but Partouf catches her*
Whee hoo, thanks, Partouf! I wuv oo!
Partouf: Just tell them that I still have a million of those Partouf dolls! Please?!?
MtBR: Fine, fine, fine. I'll do it. Wait . . .*looks up at what Partouf said* you've said it already! Well, now, on with the fanfic!
*cheers and whistles, with some yells of 'WE LOVE YOU, MARIE!'*
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*from Jon's side of the story, remember. It's from then, up until he meets Marie*
I keep playing the past over and over in my head. . . . .the day my father was shot was the day I first killed a man, and became an honorary pirate on the Black Pearl.
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Captain Jack, my father and I had gone into a pub called The Trove, and they got to playing cards with these dirty and strange looking men. I saw one of the men place another card into the deck, but I thought it was just one from his own hand. I moved over, and sat in a corner close to where my father was sitting, and was about to go to sleep when. . . .
*this is all heard*
*You cheatin' bastard! Ye played a false card!*
*What th' . . . I never! I'm innocent, I tell ye!*
*Aye, gentlemen! If 'e says 'e didn't do it, 'e didn't do it, savvy?*
I saw one of the strange men jump out of his chair, and take a swing at my father, missing him by a hair. Then, dad yelled to me 'Run, Jon, RUN!' I didn't need him to tell me a second time. I ran from the pub, and out into the streets, running as fast as I could to the Pearl to find Anamaria and the crew. ~They can help, I know they can! ~ I thought, pushing myself to run faster as I finally reached the docks.
My side was aching as I ran to the end, and I pulled a large red bandanna from my breeches, waving to the Pearl. I saw, in the moonlight, a single person with an eyeglass on the starboard side, and they waved a red cloth back to me. My dad and Captain Jack had taught me that signal, in case there was trouble, and ONLY when there was trouble. The crew had been informed too, and told of what to do if there ever was the need to use the flag, or what to do if you saw one.
Time seemed to be going slowly for me, and it seemed like a year had gone by before the cutter reached the dock, with Anamaria and the few crew hands that had stayed on the ship. 'Hurry! My dad and Captain Jack! At a pub, The Trove! This way!' I yelled to them, and ran back along the pier with them hot on my heels. I found that I was crying about halfway back to the pub, and I could see the light from the window from down the street. Suddenly, two of the men which had been playing cards in the pub ran out, and caught sight of us, which caused them to turn tail and run the other direction.
I ran into the pub, not caring if the few hands followed me or not, and a horrendous sight met my eyes. My father, lying slumped against the wall, in a pool of blood, his eyes glassy and lifeless.
Dead.
With a cry, I flung myself at his body, burying my head into the folds of his blue and gold jacket which the Captain had given him, bawling my eyes out. Even a boy at the age of ten can't help but cry at the sight of a loved one dead. I could hear Captain Jack fighting with a man in the background, and anger filled every bit of my heart.
I leapt up, wiping the tears onto my dirty sleeve, and I quickly slid my father's cutlass from his belt. 'I'll get 'im, dad!' I said, and watched carefully, like a cat stalking a mouse, until the opportune moment arose for me to jump into the fight. Captain Jack was fighting with a fury I had never seen before, and it almost scared me, but then began to encourage me to be strong.
The Captain was now facing me, holding the other man in a standoff, when he caught sight of me. He then nodded, and made sure that the man's back was facing me, before yelling 'NOW, JON!' I leapt forward, and holding the cutlass high, I brought it down to cut the man from shoulder to mid-chest.
I pulled the blade from his body, and I felt someone pull me back, who I recognized at once as Anamaria. 'C'mon, lad! Out of here!' She said, but I fought her off, saying 'NO! HE HAS TO PAY! HE HAS TO PAY!' I looked up at the man, who had stopped, his sword fallen from his grasp to lie on the pub floor. He stumbled forward, and Captain Jack moved out of the way as the man toppled forward, as dead as a mouse in a trap.
My stomach lurched as I calmed down, and I ran from the pub, emptying its contents onto the street as Anamaria stood by. ~I killed a man. . .I killed a man. . . ~ I kept thinking, and the tears found their way back to my eyes as I caught sight of two of the hands carrying my dad's body from the pub to the Pearl. Captain Jack emerged as well, with a despairing look on his face, and he placed a hand on my shoulder as he said to me 'My apologies, Jon. I'm sorry.' Forgetting that he was the Captain, I flung my arms around his waist, crying my eyes out so hard that I could hardly hear him say 'Don't worry, Jon! Ye can always stay wif me on th' Pearl. Ye've earned a place on me ship, like a true sailor.'
From that day on, I was a real pirate.
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I sailed all over the world, it seemed, with the Captain and the crew of the Pearl. For five years, I was taught to tie knots, climb rigging, and even use a sword by Captain Jack. When we stopped in Tortuga once, I found Timothy in an empty barrel, and I sort of adopted him. The Captain said that I could keep Tim, as long as Tim earned his keep by killing off the rats in the bilge. Captain Jack is the best pirate alive.
He's always been an inspiration to me, and I think of him as a second father.
One day, Cap'n Jack said 'A'right then, mates! We're headin' back t' Port Royal t' visit Will an' Elizabeth an' congratulate them on getting' hooked! Full sail!' I hurried up the rigging, and untied the sails, letting them fill with wind to carry us all the way to Port Royal, and to another port full of guards from the King's Navy.
Captain Jack had always had a problem with them.
We sailed into the port, and dropped anchor just at the edge of the Bay, near the cliffs so that we were concealed. Cap'n Jack and a few of the hands went ashore, and I was left to look after the ship with Anamaria and Mr. Cotton. After a few days, the hands came back, but the Captain had stayed behind one more night, they said, to close a 'business' deal.
He turned up the next morning with a woman in pirate gear, and it's been a hectic time since then.
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And there we go!
I'm so sorry for taking so long to update, but I've been sick.
Again.
*coughhackchokewheezediediedie*
But, my cousin Tara is coming with her new baby! I'm so happy! I love little kids! Hee hee, I can't wait!
Thanks to all of my supporters! Over 90 reviews! I never thought I'd get this many!
May the wind fill your sails, where ever ye roam, Drink up, me hearties, YO HO!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
So, here's Jon's side of the story, from when Edward Kemp was shot in the pub, which we shall call 'The Trove', for further reference.
Now, ON WITH THE FANFIC!
*jumps to the fore of the ship, falls off, but Partouf catches her*
Whee hoo, thanks, Partouf! I wuv oo!
Partouf: Just tell them that I still have a million of those Partouf dolls! Please?!?
MtBR: Fine, fine, fine. I'll do it. Wait . . .*looks up at what Partouf said* you've said it already! Well, now, on with the fanfic!
*cheers and whistles, with some yells of 'WE LOVE YOU, MARIE!'*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*from Jon's side of the story, remember. It's from then, up until he meets Marie*
I keep playing the past over and over in my head. . . . .the day my father was shot was the day I first killed a man, and became an honorary pirate on the Black Pearl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Captain Jack, my father and I had gone into a pub called The Trove, and they got to playing cards with these dirty and strange looking men. I saw one of the men place another card into the deck, but I thought it was just one from his own hand. I moved over, and sat in a corner close to where my father was sitting, and was about to go to sleep when. . . .
*this is all heard*
*You cheatin' bastard! Ye played a false card!*
*What th' . . . I never! I'm innocent, I tell ye!*
*Aye, gentlemen! If 'e says 'e didn't do it, 'e didn't do it, savvy?*
I saw one of the strange men jump out of his chair, and take a swing at my father, missing him by a hair. Then, dad yelled to me 'Run, Jon, RUN!' I didn't need him to tell me a second time. I ran from the pub, and out into the streets, running as fast as I could to the Pearl to find Anamaria and the crew. ~They can help, I know they can! ~ I thought, pushing myself to run faster as I finally reached the docks.
My side was aching as I ran to the end, and I pulled a large red bandanna from my breeches, waving to the Pearl. I saw, in the moonlight, a single person with an eyeglass on the starboard side, and they waved a red cloth back to me. My dad and Captain Jack had taught me that signal, in case there was trouble, and ONLY when there was trouble. The crew had been informed too, and told of what to do if there ever was the need to use the flag, or what to do if you saw one.
Time seemed to be going slowly for me, and it seemed like a year had gone by before the cutter reached the dock, with Anamaria and the few crew hands that had stayed on the ship. 'Hurry! My dad and Captain Jack! At a pub, The Trove! This way!' I yelled to them, and ran back along the pier with them hot on my heels. I found that I was crying about halfway back to the pub, and I could see the light from the window from down the street. Suddenly, two of the men which had been playing cards in the pub ran out, and caught sight of us, which caused them to turn tail and run the other direction.
I ran into the pub, not caring if the few hands followed me or not, and a horrendous sight met my eyes. My father, lying slumped against the wall, in a pool of blood, his eyes glassy and lifeless.
Dead.
With a cry, I flung myself at his body, burying my head into the folds of his blue and gold jacket which the Captain had given him, bawling my eyes out. Even a boy at the age of ten can't help but cry at the sight of a loved one dead. I could hear Captain Jack fighting with a man in the background, and anger filled every bit of my heart.
I leapt up, wiping the tears onto my dirty sleeve, and I quickly slid my father's cutlass from his belt. 'I'll get 'im, dad!' I said, and watched carefully, like a cat stalking a mouse, until the opportune moment arose for me to jump into the fight. Captain Jack was fighting with a fury I had never seen before, and it almost scared me, but then began to encourage me to be strong.
The Captain was now facing me, holding the other man in a standoff, when he caught sight of me. He then nodded, and made sure that the man's back was facing me, before yelling 'NOW, JON!' I leapt forward, and holding the cutlass high, I brought it down to cut the man from shoulder to mid-chest.
I pulled the blade from his body, and I felt someone pull me back, who I recognized at once as Anamaria. 'C'mon, lad! Out of here!' She said, but I fought her off, saying 'NO! HE HAS TO PAY! HE HAS TO PAY!' I looked up at the man, who had stopped, his sword fallen from his grasp to lie on the pub floor. He stumbled forward, and Captain Jack moved out of the way as the man toppled forward, as dead as a mouse in a trap.
My stomach lurched as I calmed down, and I ran from the pub, emptying its contents onto the street as Anamaria stood by. ~I killed a man. . .I killed a man. . . ~ I kept thinking, and the tears found their way back to my eyes as I caught sight of two of the hands carrying my dad's body from the pub to the Pearl. Captain Jack emerged as well, with a despairing look on his face, and he placed a hand on my shoulder as he said to me 'My apologies, Jon. I'm sorry.' Forgetting that he was the Captain, I flung my arms around his waist, crying my eyes out so hard that I could hardly hear him say 'Don't worry, Jon! Ye can always stay wif me on th' Pearl. Ye've earned a place on me ship, like a true sailor.'
From that day on, I was a real pirate.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sailed all over the world, it seemed, with the Captain and the crew of the Pearl. For five years, I was taught to tie knots, climb rigging, and even use a sword by Captain Jack. When we stopped in Tortuga once, I found Timothy in an empty barrel, and I sort of adopted him. The Captain said that I could keep Tim, as long as Tim earned his keep by killing off the rats in the bilge. Captain Jack is the best pirate alive.
He's always been an inspiration to me, and I think of him as a second father.
One day, Cap'n Jack said 'A'right then, mates! We're headin' back t' Port Royal t' visit Will an' Elizabeth an' congratulate them on getting' hooked! Full sail!' I hurried up the rigging, and untied the sails, letting them fill with wind to carry us all the way to Port Royal, and to another port full of guards from the King's Navy.
Captain Jack had always had a problem with them.
We sailed into the port, and dropped anchor just at the edge of the Bay, near the cliffs so that we were concealed. Cap'n Jack and a few of the hands went ashore, and I was left to look after the ship with Anamaria and Mr. Cotton. After a few days, the hands came back, but the Captain had stayed behind one more night, they said, to close a 'business' deal.
He turned up the next morning with a woman in pirate gear, and it's been a hectic time since then.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And there we go!
I'm so sorry for taking so long to update, but I've been sick.
Again.
*coughhackchokewheezediediedie*
But, my cousin Tara is coming with her new baby! I'm so happy! I love little kids! Hee hee, I can't wait!
Thanks to all of my supporters! Over 90 reviews! I never thought I'd get this many!
May the wind fill your sails, where ever ye roam, Drink up, me hearties, YO HO!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
