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BUCKENIERS AND BURRIED GOLD
Most of my plan worked.
Jack and I were long gone before any of my "followers" came to visit the next day, and discovered I was gone. Then they would have ran to the docks. My little boat gone. Me gone. I was GONE.
Jack and I had devised a language of hops, squeaks, nips, jumps, runs, spins, and points to direct my going with the boat. Like I said, Jack has the smarts of seven pirates.
All was well. I had food, water, and I was headed for revenge on my father. Life was better then it had been in a long time. Bloody Pirates.
It was late afternoon on the fourth day when they came. Nicolas and his bunch. I'd met them once when I was young, and all I remembered was that they were friends with my dad. That made them the enemy. They scooped me aboard, not noticing Jack, but I saw him slip on board and hide. Smart Jack, clever Jack, thank you Jack. with out him, my plan was lost.
"Don't hurt me!" I screamed, silently comforting myself it was best to pretend to be a lady. The one I recognized at Nicolas smiled and moved forward stating,
"The names Captain Nicolas Billfed, have you heard of me?"
"Oh, yes, pirate you'd be then, Captain! Pirate's kill women!" I said shrilly. To cap off my act and to let go of the wee bit of dignity I still had, I burst it to tears.
"Oh, we don't kill women; we treasure them." He said in a misty voice. One that I knew too well. The same misty voice my "followers" now got when they talked to me. I had no intentions of losing my virginity to a bunch of Father friendly pirates. So I'd have to play it smart to save my skin. I had no problem with that.
"Parley."
"What?!"
"Parley!"
"How do you."
"I said, Parley- you can't harm me. Get off.."
The whole crew looked dumb-stuck, where had the blubbering noble girl who had been there a moment before gone? Not here said the Ovashing. The captain and I had long painstaking arguments about my release. I'd get close to where I wanted the accord to go, and he'd change his mind, and I'm sure that it was the other way around for a while too.
And all the while Jack was robbing them blind. He's take random things, and put them in random place. He started all sorts of fights between the crew. Soon most of the crew was beat up. Then came my lucky break.
The night was clear and the moon full. To my pleasure (and according to Jack) we were heading towards dreaded Isla de Muerta. Should I escape I might just make it there after all! And it seemed that luck was with me. Jack chose the clearest night of the journey to revel himself. He was up in the riggings and down he came right onto my shoulder. Of course tons of pirates were around. Playing poker we were. No one noticed until Mickey looked up and told me to go.
"Ahhh!" He yelled. "Lass! What's that on your shoulder?!" In Tortuga I had grown so used to him on my shoulder that I hadn't noticed his arrival an I began to think about how many times he had hitched a ride with me, on this journey. When I didn't answer I heard someone say,
"Maybe she's not a tough as she lead on to, mightn't she faint?" That snapped me out of my mind.
"This is Jack. My monkey. He's the one whose been robbing and moving your things. On my command of course." I smiled at their horrified faces.
I played them like I play a hand of cards. In no time they thought the whole meeting was all arraigned by me and Jack.
Stupid is man when faced with a skeleton of a monkey that still moves.
Soon I had food enough for a month, a life boat with a sail, and jack and I were on our way.
We arrived in no time. The rest of out trip was flawless. With in an hour of arrive at Isla de Muerta, I had all the gold out of the chest. I wasn't cursed. All the while I was there, I tried to ignore the dead man that was near the box of treasure- his chest drenched in blood.
Soon I was off. I had my treasure (which I stored in a plain wooden box along with my old "Swash-buckle" clothes.) The box had been dumped randomly in amongst the treasure, old, but fine clothing and umbrellas scattered around it. I took one dress- in my size and changed. It was best to look respectful when I got to Port Royal. Jack and I were off.
Us once again, alone in a little boat. Away we were. Here I come Port Royal.
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BUCKENIERS AND BURRIED GOLD
Most of my plan worked.
Jack and I were long gone before any of my "followers" came to visit the next day, and discovered I was gone. Then they would have ran to the docks. My little boat gone. Me gone. I was GONE.
Jack and I had devised a language of hops, squeaks, nips, jumps, runs, spins, and points to direct my going with the boat. Like I said, Jack has the smarts of seven pirates.
All was well. I had food, water, and I was headed for revenge on my father. Life was better then it had been in a long time. Bloody Pirates.
It was late afternoon on the fourth day when they came. Nicolas and his bunch. I'd met them once when I was young, and all I remembered was that they were friends with my dad. That made them the enemy. They scooped me aboard, not noticing Jack, but I saw him slip on board and hide. Smart Jack, clever Jack, thank you Jack. with out him, my plan was lost.
"Don't hurt me!" I screamed, silently comforting myself it was best to pretend to be a lady. The one I recognized at Nicolas smiled and moved forward stating,
"The names Captain Nicolas Billfed, have you heard of me?"
"Oh, yes, pirate you'd be then, Captain! Pirate's kill women!" I said shrilly. To cap off my act and to let go of the wee bit of dignity I still had, I burst it to tears.
"Oh, we don't kill women; we treasure them." He said in a misty voice. One that I knew too well. The same misty voice my "followers" now got when they talked to me. I had no intentions of losing my virginity to a bunch of Father friendly pirates. So I'd have to play it smart to save my skin. I had no problem with that.
"Parley."
"What?!"
"Parley!"
"How do you."
"I said, Parley- you can't harm me. Get off.."
The whole crew looked dumb-stuck, where had the blubbering noble girl who had been there a moment before gone? Not here said the Ovashing. The captain and I had long painstaking arguments about my release. I'd get close to where I wanted the accord to go, and he'd change his mind, and I'm sure that it was the other way around for a while too.
And all the while Jack was robbing them blind. He's take random things, and put them in random place. He started all sorts of fights between the crew. Soon most of the crew was beat up. Then came my lucky break.
The night was clear and the moon full. To my pleasure (and according to Jack) we were heading towards dreaded Isla de Muerta. Should I escape I might just make it there after all! And it seemed that luck was with me. Jack chose the clearest night of the journey to revel himself. He was up in the riggings and down he came right onto my shoulder. Of course tons of pirates were around. Playing poker we were. No one noticed until Mickey looked up and told me to go.
"Ahhh!" He yelled. "Lass! What's that on your shoulder?!" In Tortuga I had grown so used to him on my shoulder that I hadn't noticed his arrival an I began to think about how many times he had hitched a ride with me, on this journey. When I didn't answer I heard someone say,
"Maybe she's not a tough as she lead on to, mightn't she faint?" That snapped me out of my mind.
"This is Jack. My monkey. He's the one whose been robbing and moving your things. On my command of course." I smiled at their horrified faces.
I played them like I play a hand of cards. In no time they thought the whole meeting was all arraigned by me and Jack.
Stupid is man when faced with a skeleton of a monkey that still moves.
Soon I had food enough for a month, a life boat with a sail, and jack and I were on our way.
We arrived in no time. The rest of out trip was flawless. With in an hour of arrive at Isla de Muerta, I had all the gold out of the chest. I wasn't cursed. All the while I was there, I tried to ignore the dead man that was near the box of treasure- his chest drenched in blood.
Soon I was off. I had my treasure (which I stored in a plain wooden box along with my old "Swash-buckle" clothes.) The box had been dumped randomly in amongst the treasure, old, but fine clothing and umbrellas scattered around it. I took one dress- in my size and changed. It was best to look respectful when I got to Port Royal. Jack and I were off.
Us once again, alone in a little boat. Away we were. Here I come Port Royal.