We were hosted onto the pearl. There I met the crew. A few men I know from
town. Mr. Cotton, Mr. Gibbs. Mr. Backsood most of all. Was a good friend of
mothers, then just disappeared.
The only other female was Anamaria. Manny women would have thought her a slut, engaging herself in amongst all these men. She wasn't. And I knew it right from the start. All she wanted to do was sail. I had total respect for her.
Most of the other crew's names went in one ear, and came out the other. I'd learn them eventually, now was not the time.
Three other names stuck. These three people were close to my age.
I met first, Robert. As Anamaria put he was "overly friendly". He was indeed nice, with sandy blonde hair, but roughly and dusted with freckles. Overly nice, he was not, friendly he was. I liked him, for all it was worth.
The next boy seemed like a lost cause really. His name was Nicolas and he didn't say anything. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin made him spooky. How did he maintain the complexion in the Caribbean? I'd been told people thought him a mute, but if need be, he would shout few words like "Look out!" or "Duck". I really didn't like him. Even though he did all his work, he was strange. All my I had tried to solve every mystery I came upon. Here was another. I really didn't like him.
Cameron was by far the most interesting of the three. A head or so taller then me, he was (as I found out later) about two years older. Light hair and dark eyes turned out to be a good combination. I soon was acquaintance- d with his sense of humor. One which I liked a lot. As Jack was Telling every one to welcome the new sailor "Ovashing" Cameron swept himself into a deep bow, pretending to awed with the presents of a lady.
After introductions were made Mr. Gibbs asked my father "So Jack, to what do we owe the occasion of a new sailor. The pearl needs no more hands and it's not like your to go pick up random girl and taking them aboard. well actually..."
"Well, you see its really very complicated.." How was I going to explain I had tried to kill him and now he was taking me in.. it is so very, very complicated...
"She's well."
He didn't seem to have a way out of this one either..
"I'm his daughter..."
I said it with an strange eye twitch that I did very much not intend to use.
"Oh his daug--- YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?" Tell me about it!
"I know! Charming isn't she!"
"Jack! Why didn't you tell us!" Anamaria asked wide eyed.
"I didn't know."
"How do you know?"
"Tattoo."
"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss Sparrow."
The only other female was Anamaria. Manny women would have thought her a slut, engaging herself in amongst all these men. She wasn't. And I knew it right from the start. All she wanted to do was sail. I had total respect for her.
Most of the other crew's names went in one ear, and came out the other. I'd learn them eventually, now was not the time.
Three other names stuck. These three people were close to my age.
I met first, Robert. As Anamaria put he was "overly friendly". He was indeed nice, with sandy blonde hair, but roughly and dusted with freckles. Overly nice, he was not, friendly he was. I liked him, for all it was worth.
The next boy seemed like a lost cause really. His name was Nicolas and he didn't say anything. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin made him spooky. How did he maintain the complexion in the Caribbean? I'd been told people thought him a mute, but if need be, he would shout few words like "Look out!" or "Duck". I really didn't like him. Even though he did all his work, he was strange. All my I had tried to solve every mystery I came upon. Here was another. I really didn't like him.
Cameron was by far the most interesting of the three. A head or so taller then me, he was (as I found out later) about two years older. Light hair and dark eyes turned out to be a good combination. I soon was acquaintance- d with his sense of humor. One which I liked a lot. As Jack was Telling every one to welcome the new sailor "Ovashing" Cameron swept himself into a deep bow, pretending to awed with the presents of a lady.
After introductions were made Mr. Gibbs asked my father "So Jack, to what do we owe the occasion of a new sailor. The pearl needs no more hands and it's not like your to go pick up random girl and taking them aboard. well actually..."
"Well, you see its really very complicated.." How was I going to explain I had tried to kill him and now he was taking me in.. it is so very, very complicated...
"She's well."
He didn't seem to have a way out of this one either..
"I'm his daughter..."
I said it with an strange eye twitch that I did very much not intend to use.
"Oh his daug--- YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?" Tell me about it!
"I know! Charming isn't she!"
"Jack! Why didn't you tell us!" Anamaria asked wide eyed.
"I didn't know."
"How do you know?"
"Tattoo."
"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss Sparrow."