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The boat ride over
(Chris)
Ana Maria pulled me over to the side before I got in the boat with my father.
"Here, take this girl," she said to me, placing in my hands a small purse. I knew what it was, it was money.
"Why give this to me?" I asked and she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, just so dad couldn't hear her.
"There's enough in there for lunch, whatever errand the Captain has here in this town, and enough for you to get something for your mother's grave," she said and then smiled at me, "Don't let him get drunk." I took that warning to heart. I didn't want my dad to forget me, although I knew he wouldn't, but I also didn't want my dad to get into any trouble.
"Yes ma'am!" I said and placed it in the pocked of my dress, the secret pocket that Ana Maria had sewn in for me for keeping things safe. She put in secret pockets in my other outfits to; she said it'd help against pickpockets and the like. I also really liked pockets...
"Are you coming Chris or am I leavin' you behind?" My dad called out to me from where I was.
"Coming!" I yelled at him and gave Ana Maria a hug.
"Just be careful and safe," she said and I nodded and ran towards my dad.
"There you are, I hope Ana Maria wasn't filling your head with new stories over there," dad said and I smiled up at him.
"Nope, she just wanted me to be careful. You too..." I trailed and he helped me into the boat.
"Well mates, I should return by nightfall. I can't keep her out to late, can I?" he said and laughed to himself.
"Aye sir!" Mr. Gibbs acknowledged. I giggled; he was such a drunk, worse than my dad was. Yeah, I was on a ship full of drunks, although I can't recall seeing many of them getting drunk besides my dad and Mr. Gibbs. Dad hopped into the boat and we were lowered down into the water. Dad said he'd get us to shore by himself.
"Are you ready lass?" he asked me.
"Aye, aye Captain Sparrow!" I giggled lovingly.
"Well then, we're off! And I'm still your father, you do realize that, call me dad or father or any of those weird nicknames you come up with every day, but don't blow my cover. I'm a wanted pirate," he said and then smiled, "I'm wanted by the British and by women."
"That's not something I needed to hear," I said and looked out towards the shore.
"So, do you like the view?" he asked me.
"Of course daddy! It looks really pretty and I can't wait to see what a real town looks like!" I exclaimed and sort of sat up on the boat and it began to rock.
"What did I tell you about standing on one of these?" he inquired as I plopped back into my seat.
"Oh, yeah, never stand on one of these boats... unless you're on land!" I said, attempting to rhyme stand with something, which happened to be the word land.
"You are too much like your mother, she was a bloody poet to a times, and that did get annoying, trying to rhyme words all the time," Dad said, "but sometimes she'd come up with something so beautiful... I remember the one she wrote about the sea..."
"I know, she wrote it down in her diary, and you gave the diary to me," I said, "So tell it to me again!"
"But I tell it to you almost every night!" he exclaimed.
"But I like hearing it!" I said.
"Just the first verse than, I'll save the rest for later, alright?" he asked. I nodded that'd be fine.
Dad began to clear out his voice, making quite the show of it as he rowed along the water, "The beauty of the sea, unknown to all but those who travel its turquoise waters, holds treasures for all who seek them out. The beauty of it's crashing waves and the dolphins swimming in the wake of a ship. In the sea, the sea's beauty, of its merciless storms that toss and turn ships and people effortlessly. The calm winds that blow through ones hair and cools you off from the sun's own light...and that's all I'll tell for now." Dad smiled at me and the winked, "I know that's your second favorite verse."
"My first favorite is the ending... Wait, they're both my favorites! I love the whole poem!" I exclaimed and looked into the water for signs of fish or other sea creatures. I loved the sea, it was my home. I wondered if mom liked it when she was alive.
"We're almost there," dad said and snapped me out of my thought, "Best be getting ready Chris, we're almost in your first official town visit. Why'd I promise this?"
"It's because you promised me!" I exclaimed, "And if you think a better explanation is needed, well, too bad!" I giggled again and stared at him. He cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Am I doing a good job?" he asked.
"With what?" I asked.
"Being a good father," he said, "Am I doing a good job?"
"Well, duh, you are! I think you are. I bet momma would agree!" I said and smiled broadly.
"Well, I was worried for a moment I was raising you wrong, you know... just making sure," he said and smiled back at me, "Now, let's say we enjoy today in town, eh?"
The beauty of the sea, unknown to all but those who travel its turquoise waters, holds treasures for all who seek them out...
TBC
A/N: Like it? Hate it? To cute? Tell me what you think! Keep any and all flames rated G-PG though. Read and Review!
The boat ride over
(Chris)
Ana Maria pulled me over to the side before I got in the boat with my father.
"Here, take this girl," she said to me, placing in my hands a small purse. I knew what it was, it was money.
"Why give this to me?" I asked and she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, just so dad couldn't hear her.
"There's enough in there for lunch, whatever errand the Captain has here in this town, and enough for you to get something for your mother's grave," she said and then smiled at me, "Don't let him get drunk." I took that warning to heart. I didn't want my dad to forget me, although I knew he wouldn't, but I also didn't want my dad to get into any trouble.
"Yes ma'am!" I said and placed it in the pocked of my dress, the secret pocket that Ana Maria had sewn in for me for keeping things safe. She put in secret pockets in my other outfits to; she said it'd help against pickpockets and the like. I also really liked pockets...
"Are you coming Chris or am I leavin' you behind?" My dad called out to me from where I was.
"Coming!" I yelled at him and gave Ana Maria a hug.
"Just be careful and safe," she said and I nodded and ran towards my dad.
"There you are, I hope Ana Maria wasn't filling your head with new stories over there," dad said and I smiled up at him.
"Nope, she just wanted me to be careful. You too..." I trailed and he helped me into the boat.
"Well mates, I should return by nightfall. I can't keep her out to late, can I?" he said and laughed to himself.
"Aye sir!" Mr. Gibbs acknowledged. I giggled; he was such a drunk, worse than my dad was. Yeah, I was on a ship full of drunks, although I can't recall seeing many of them getting drunk besides my dad and Mr. Gibbs. Dad hopped into the boat and we were lowered down into the water. Dad said he'd get us to shore by himself.
"Are you ready lass?" he asked me.
"Aye, aye Captain Sparrow!" I giggled lovingly.
"Well then, we're off! And I'm still your father, you do realize that, call me dad or father or any of those weird nicknames you come up with every day, but don't blow my cover. I'm a wanted pirate," he said and then smiled, "I'm wanted by the British and by women."
"That's not something I needed to hear," I said and looked out towards the shore.
"So, do you like the view?" he asked me.
"Of course daddy! It looks really pretty and I can't wait to see what a real town looks like!" I exclaimed and sort of sat up on the boat and it began to rock.
"What did I tell you about standing on one of these?" he inquired as I plopped back into my seat.
"Oh, yeah, never stand on one of these boats... unless you're on land!" I said, attempting to rhyme stand with something, which happened to be the word land.
"You are too much like your mother, she was a bloody poet to a times, and that did get annoying, trying to rhyme words all the time," Dad said, "but sometimes she'd come up with something so beautiful... I remember the one she wrote about the sea..."
"I know, she wrote it down in her diary, and you gave the diary to me," I said, "So tell it to me again!"
"But I tell it to you almost every night!" he exclaimed.
"But I like hearing it!" I said.
"Just the first verse than, I'll save the rest for later, alright?" he asked. I nodded that'd be fine.
Dad began to clear out his voice, making quite the show of it as he rowed along the water, "The beauty of the sea, unknown to all but those who travel its turquoise waters, holds treasures for all who seek them out. The beauty of it's crashing waves and the dolphins swimming in the wake of a ship. In the sea, the sea's beauty, of its merciless storms that toss and turn ships and people effortlessly. The calm winds that blow through ones hair and cools you off from the sun's own light...and that's all I'll tell for now." Dad smiled at me and the winked, "I know that's your second favorite verse."
"My first favorite is the ending... Wait, they're both my favorites! I love the whole poem!" I exclaimed and looked into the water for signs of fish or other sea creatures. I loved the sea, it was my home. I wondered if mom liked it when she was alive.
"We're almost there," dad said and snapped me out of my thought, "Best be getting ready Chris, we're almost in your first official town visit. Why'd I promise this?"
"It's because you promised me!" I exclaimed, "And if you think a better explanation is needed, well, too bad!" I giggled again and stared at him. He cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Am I doing a good job?" he asked.
"With what?" I asked.
"Being a good father," he said, "Am I doing a good job?"
"Well, duh, you are! I think you are. I bet momma would agree!" I said and smiled broadly.
"Well, I was worried for a moment I was raising you wrong, you know... just making sure," he said and smiled back at me, "Now, let's say we enjoy today in town, eh?"
The beauty of the sea, unknown to all but those who travel its turquoise waters, holds treasures for all who seek them out...
TBC
A/N: Like it? Hate it? To cute? Tell me what you think! Keep any and all flames rated G-PG though. Read and Review!