I loved life on the Pearl.
Only ship to take on women freely as employment. I suited me. I and many around me came to find I was indeed like my father.
We ad the same ideas in pillage and plunder. He we taught the crew, one night, a song he'd learnt somewhere and mother had often sung me.. Drink Up Me Hardies, Yo Ho!
We were laughing for and hour or so. Most of the crew, and me as well, we damn surprised non ships tried to pillage us. They'd a had us in a nutshell. We were laughing so hard couldn't walk straight let lone aim a cannon.
The crew and my father were happy.
I was happy.
Sometime to the point were my eye would water. Then I'd get the shivers and have to stop and think.
On this ship I had friends. But now the crew was really more like family. Strange thing was I'd known them as people lots less then I'd know my father, yet we were all still close as ever.
My Father.
The thought that he wasn't trying to kill me still caught me off guard sometimes.
Once I was on kitchen duties and I was cutting up something and up he comes behind me, doing his best to sneak. When he grabbed me into a hug I nearly rounded on him with the knife, thinking he was trying to do me in. Fool me into think he loved me. Prove he was smarter then I. In front of the whole crew, I had to burry myself in his chest to hide my streaming eyes.
I had friends to!
Anamaria was a great friend. Taught me the rope upon the pearl. From her I learnt lots. We played cards together on Mondays. After our duties.
Then there was Cameron. He was so very funny. We were always laughing at something together. Best of all we shared most of the same duties.
And so I was content.
At least during the day. Nighttime hunted me. Figures of my mother often appeared. Demanding to be avenged. The only thing I could do, was to tell myself I didn't yet believe father. Father and his kindness. I just needed proof.
My proof came when long term rival pirate ship Blackshear came a calling. I have since been trained in my knowing of ship battles. Where my position was and who I was to talk my orders from. I didn't know weather to smile for excitement of to pray for luck. So I did both and that's when it started.
I felt so stupid half an hour later, bound and gagged in the main cabin of the Blackshear.
I hadn't heard them coming, with my bloody eyes closed I had not chance of seeing them.
I craned my neck as after as the ropes would allow, seeing no one from my own ship, so they caught me alone.
The man I recognized as their caption came into my view, and lumbered towards me.
He plunked himself down and gave me a please looking smile.
"Ain't you a pretty thing?" he asked, stoking my cheek, and receiving a look of daggers from yours truly.
"Jack must think so.. Didn't think you're his type. to young for him really. I more thought him more to like wood and sails, then breath and flesh.
My insides curled with pure disgust. He thought I was Jack's lover. Excuse me whilst I spew my lunch.
I still didn't understand what this old rat-bag meant though, why did he think Jack loved me? I guess my question was in my eyes because he smiled, and told me everything, and then I wish he hadn't.
"As so as that old dog, seen you'd gone, he called out and asked where "she'd" gone.. we'd only taken you and I guess who he'd meant, and next thing you know he waving the white flag and muttering something to that other women he keeps on board.
Now he's sitting in my hold, waiting to die, all so you can go free. You and his ship.
Their waiting just out of cannon range wait just like me. "
He was going to DIE? Die for me?
Why?
Only ship to take on women freely as employment. I suited me. I and many around me came to find I was indeed like my father.
We ad the same ideas in pillage and plunder. He we taught the crew, one night, a song he'd learnt somewhere and mother had often sung me.. Drink Up Me Hardies, Yo Ho!
We were laughing for and hour or so. Most of the crew, and me as well, we damn surprised non ships tried to pillage us. They'd a had us in a nutshell. We were laughing so hard couldn't walk straight let lone aim a cannon.
The crew and my father were happy.
I was happy.
Sometime to the point were my eye would water. Then I'd get the shivers and have to stop and think.
On this ship I had friends. But now the crew was really more like family. Strange thing was I'd known them as people lots less then I'd know my father, yet we were all still close as ever.
My Father.
The thought that he wasn't trying to kill me still caught me off guard sometimes.
Once I was on kitchen duties and I was cutting up something and up he comes behind me, doing his best to sneak. When he grabbed me into a hug I nearly rounded on him with the knife, thinking he was trying to do me in. Fool me into think he loved me. Prove he was smarter then I. In front of the whole crew, I had to burry myself in his chest to hide my streaming eyes.
I had friends to!
Anamaria was a great friend. Taught me the rope upon the pearl. From her I learnt lots. We played cards together on Mondays. After our duties.
Then there was Cameron. He was so very funny. We were always laughing at something together. Best of all we shared most of the same duties.
And so I was content.
At least during the day. Nighttime hunted me. Figures of my mother often appeared. Demanding to be avenged. The only thing I could do, was to tell myself I didn't yet believe father. Father and his kindness. I just needed proof.
My proof came when long term rival pirate ship Blackshear came a calling. I have since been trained in my knowing of ship battles. Where my position was and who I was to talk my orders from. I didn't know weather to smile for excitement of to pray for luck. So I did both and that's when it started.
I felt so stupid half an hour later, bound and gagged in the main cabin of the Blackshear.
I hadn't heard them coming, with my bloody eyes closed I had not chance of seeing them.
I craned my neck as after as the ropes would allow, seeing no one from my own ship, so they caught me alone.
The man I recognized as their caption came into my view, and lumbered towards me.
He plunked himself down and gave me a please looking smile.
"Ain't you a pretty thing?" he asked, stoking my cheek, and receiving a look of daggers from yours truly.
"Jack must think so.. Didn't think you're his type. to young for him really. I more thought him more to like wood and sails, then breath and flesh.
My insides curled with pure disgust. He thought I was Jack's lover. Excuse me whilst I spew my lunch.
I still didn't understand what this old rat-bag meant though, why did he think Jack loved me? I guess my question was in my eyes because he smiled, and told me everything, and then I wish he hadn't.
"As so as that old dog, seen you'd gone, he called out and asked where "she'd" gone.. we'd only taken you and I guess who he'd meant, and next thing you know he waving the white flag and muttering something to that other women he keeps on board.
Now he's sitting in my hold, waiting to die, all so you can go free. You and his ship.
Their waiting just out of cannon range wait just like me. "
He was going to DIE? Die for me?
Why?