I walked into the crowded tavern and made my way up to the bar.
"Hey! Ge' m' a rum" I said to the guy.
"Aren't you a lil' young, missy?" He said doubting.
I was dressed in a blue silk shirt that showed my chest (not my breasts though!) and black pants. They were tucked into my boots and my boots went up to my knees. I looked like any pirate would, well except for my feminine qualities. Like no beard, long hair, and well, you know, breasts.
"Hey, if ya calling Blood Thirsty Bobby too young t' have a rum, you'll have to say that again. T' my face!" I got close to his face when I said that, showing off my teeth.
"Blood Thirsty Bobby? Uh, here's your rum," He said, obviously frightened. He did have a right to be though.
I was only 22, yet not many people knew of my age. I had become a" pirate" when I was 14, just tagging along with my friend Jason, and his brother, Mark. Mark had become a captain of a nice boat, and since I had no family, I tagged along. Now, I was one of the most feared pirates in the Caribbean. I had gotten a crew and boat about 2 years previous, and well, I was liking the pirate thing.
I tried to find an empty table, but didn't succeed.
"Bloody 'ell!" I said, quite loudly.
"Aye," came a voice from behind me. "You lookin' fo' a seat?"
"Aye." I sat down, and looked at the guy. He had a red bandana tied around his head, and under that he had dreadlocks, and braids. Beads and bobbles were wound into them, and he had a lone ponytail on the top left side of his head. Around his eyes there were black marks. It looked like he had smudged coal around his eyes. He was wearing a red silk-looking shirt that showed some of his chest (quite nice!) and black pants. He had boots on, and beside him was a hat.
I took off my hat, and let my long black hair flow down my back.
The man looked quite amused that I was a woman, and said chuckling a little, "So, m' luv, may I have th' pleasure of ya name?"
"Yours first." I said, taking a long sip of my rum, about half my glass.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow. My, ya sure must be a tough lil' bird if ya can take tha' much rum!" He said, clearly surprised.
"Me name's Bobby. Blood Thirsty Bobby."
Jack choked on his rum, and the he said, "You? Ya gotta be kiddin'!"
"Hey, lady, get me some rum." I said to the waitress walking by, and then to Jack. "Ain't a joke. I'm the one and only. Now, could ya be so kind to not stare at me."
I chugged some more rum, while Jack continued to stare.
"Aye, you got a problem or somthin'? You're starin' at me." I was getting annoyed.
"You have go' ta be kiddin'. Why would the infamous Blood Thirsty Bobby be a girl who's only 15?" He said, shaking his head.
"For one, I am not 15. I'm 22, and second why shouldn't I be female. Besides, I am most definitely more frightening that you. I have only heard of you once. And you have probably heard of me more than once, aye?"
"Aye. You're right I guess. Bu', a girl?"
"Accept it!" I said, starting on my fifth glass of rum.
"How much freakin' rum can ya drink?"
"Oh, I don't know. I get a lil' tipsy at 7." I said, taking him in. He was kinda cute, and didn't look too much older than I was. Maybe 26 at the oldest.
"So, how've ya 'eard of me?" He asked.
"Oh, well, I was in a tavern and a lady was talking about you. Said you were the most disrespectful pirate she'd ever met."
"Oh. That'd be Sarah." He said, laughing.
"Uh huh. Say, what kinda ship do ya own?"
"What kind??? I, Cap'n Jack Sparrow, own The Black Pearl!" He said, proudly.
"I thought so."
"You've got The Sea Monarch, 'eh?"
"Aye."
"How'd cha come up with tha' name?" Jack asked.
"Well, Monarch means one who reigns over an area. I like to think of myself as the princess or queen of the sea. I was also considering Red Monarch, but I didn't."
"Uh huh. Well, m' luv, I'd better go. Must go meet my friend. And get my sword fixed. But, he's getting hitched soon so he might not be there. Hmm. Oh well, I'll go anyways."
"I think I'll go with you. He's a blacksmith aye? If so, I need to fix up my knife here too."
I followed him out, and Cap'n jack said, "So, Will'll be pleased to meet cha. He's got some pirate blood in 'im, but he's stayin' home 'till after he an' 'is girl get hitched."
"Yah? That's interesting." I said, thinking 'I don't really care who this guys girl is!'
We arrived at a little house, and Jack stepped in. "Will?" He called, and a faint answer replied, "Aye?"
A young man about my age stepped into the room. He had black hair, and an apron on. He held a hammer in his hand, and when he saw Jack, he smiled.
"Hey, whatcha be needing?" He said, not yet noticing me.
"I need my sword mended, and my friend here needs hers done too." Jack said, pulling me into the light.
"Aye, it's getting' a bit dull." I said, taking off my hat and shaking my hair out.
"And who might you be? Jack's new girl?" He said, his eyebrows raised.
"No. I am Bobby. Blood Thirsty Bobby." I said, handing him my sword.
He did a double take, and exclaimed, "Well, pleasure to meet you."
When I was standing next to him, with him showing me some of his tricks to blacksmithing, Jack looked at us.
"Bloody 'ell!!" He said, really loud.
We both looked up, and Jack continued talking.
"Bobby? What's your last name?"
"Turner. Why?" I asked, wondering why he was so excited.
Will gasped, and looked at me open-mouthed.
I looked back, and realized he looked very similar to me. Same nose, eyes, and facial expressions. In fact, when I looked hard, even though I was a little tipsy, it looked like I was looking at myself.
"Bloody Hell!!! You're me!" I said, my eyes widening.
"Will, did you have a sister when your boat crashed?" Jack said, looking from him to me.
"Uh, I think so. It was so long ago. But her name was Annabelle. Yours is Bobby."
"Oh, well m' name is Annabelle, but I didn't like it so I changed it to Bobby!"
"Oh."
"Oh my!! You're my brother! I thought I lost my whole family. Mom and Dad died, and I thought you did too!" I said, suddenly hugging him.
At that moment, the door opened and a well-dressed lady walked in. She saw me attached me to Will, and squealed, "Will? What are you doing? Who are you? Jack?"
I jumped back, and stood between jack and Will.
"Liz! This is-"
"Who are you? Will? How could you betray me?" She ran out the door, and Will ran after her. "Liz? Please listen. She's not."
"Well, never a dull minute here in Port Royal."
I laughed and agreed.
"Hey! Ge' m' a rum" I said to the guy.
"Aren't you a lil' young, missy?" He said doubting.
I was dressed in a blue silk shirt that showed my chest (not my breasts though!) and black pants. They were tucked into my boots and my boots went up to my knees. I looked like any pirate would, well except for my feminine qualities. Like no beard, long hair, and well, you know, breasts.
"Hey, if ya calling Blood Thirsty Bobby too young t' have a rum, you'll have to say that again. T' my face!" I got close to his face when I said that, showing off my teeth.
"Blood Thirsty Bobby? Uh, here's your rum," He said, obviously frightened. He did have a right to be though.
I was only 22, yet not many people knew of my age. I had become a" pirate" when I was 14, just tagging along with my friend Jason, and his brother, Mark. Mark had become a captain of a nice boat, and since I had no family, I tagged along. Now, I was one of the most feared pirates in the Caribbean. I had gotten a crew and boat about 2 years previous, and well, I was liking the pirate thing.
I tried to find an empty table, but didn't succeed.
"Bloody 'ell!" I said, quite loudly.
"Aye," came a voice from behind me. "You lookin' fo' a seat?"
"Aye." I sat down, and looked at the guy. He had a red bandana tied around his head, and under that he had dreadlocks, and braids. Beads and bobbles were wound into them, and he had a lone ponytail on the top left side of his head. Around his eyes there were black marks. It looked like he had smudged coal around his eyes. He was wearing a red silk-looking shirt that showed some of his chest (quite nice!) and black pants. He had boots on, and beside him was a hat.
I took off my hat, and let my long black hair flow down my back.
The man looked quite amused that I was a woman, and said chuckling a little, "So, m' luv, may I have th' pleasure of ya name?"
"Yours first." I said, taking a long sip of my rum, about half my glass.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow. My, ya sure must be a tough lil' bird if ya can take tha' much rum!" He said, clearly surprised.
"Me name's Bobby. Blood Thirsty Bobby."
Jack choked on his rum, and the he said, "You? Ya gotta be kiddin'!"
"Hey, lady, get me some rum." I said to the waitress walking by, and then to Jack. "Ain't a joke. I'm the one and only. Now, could ya be so kind to not stare at me."
I chugged some more rum, while Jack continued to stare.
"Aye, you got a problem or somthin'? You're starin' at me." I was getting annoyed.
"You have go' ta be kiddin'. Why would the infamous Blood Thirsty Bobby be a girl who's only 15?" He said, shaking his head.
"For one, I am not 15. I'm 22, and second why shouldn't I be female. Besides, I am most definitely more frightening that you. I have only heard of you once. And you have probably heard of me more than once, aye?"
"Aye. You're right I guess. Bu', a girl?"
"Accept it!" I said, starting on my fifth glass of rum.
"How much freakin' rum can ya drink?"
"Oh, I don't know. I get a lil' tipsy at 7." I said, taking him in. He was kinda cute, and didn't look too much older than I was. Maybe 26 at the oldest.
"So, how've ya 'eard of me?" He asked.
"Oh, well, I was in a tavern and a lady was talking about you. Said you were the most disrespectful pirate she'd ever met."
"Oh. That'd be Sarah." He said, laughing.
"Uh huh. Say, what kinda ship do ya own?"
"What kind??? I, Cap'n Jack Sparrow, own The Black Pearl!" He said, proudly.
"I thought so."
"You've got The Sea Monarch, 'eh?"
"Aye."
"How'd cha come up with tha' name?" Jack asked.
"Well, Monarch means one who reigns over an area. I like to think of myself as the princess or queen of the sea. I was also considering Red Monarch, but I didn't."
"Uh huh. Well, m' luv, I'd better go. Must go meet my friend. And get my sword fixed. But, he's getting hitched soon so he might not be there. Hmm. Oh well, I'll go anyways."
"I think I'll go with you. He's a blacksmith aye? If so, I need to fix up my knife here too."
I followed him out, and Cap'n jack said, "So, Will'll be pleased to meet cha. He's got some pirate blood in 'im, but he's stayin' home 'till after he an' 'is girl get hitched."
"Yah? That's interesting." I said, thinking 'I don't really care who this guys girl is!'
We arrived at a little house, and Jack stepped in. "Will?" He called, and a faint answer replied, "Aye?"
A young man about my age stepped into the room. He had black hair, and an apron on. He held a hammer in his hand, and when he saw Jack, he smiled.
"Hey, whatcha be needing?" He said, not yet noticing me.
"I need my sword mended, and my friend here needs hers done too." Jack said, pulling me into the light.
"Aye, it's getting' a bit dull." I said, taking off my hat and shaking my hair out.
"And who might you be? Jack's new girl?" He said, his eyebrows raised.
"No. I am Bobby. Blood Thirsty Bobby." I said, handing him my sword.
He did a double take, and exclaimed, "Well, pleasure to meet you."
When I was standing next to him, with him showing me some of his tricks to blacksmithing, Jack looked at us.
"Bloody 'ell!!" He said, really loud.
We both looked up, and Jack continued talking.
"Bobby? What's your last name?"
"Turner. Why?" I asked, wondering why he was so excited.
Will gasped, and looked at me open-mouthed.
I looked back, and realized he looked very similar to me. Same nose, eyes, and facial expressions. In fact, when I looked hard, even though I was a little tipsy, it looked like I was looking at myself.
"Bloody Hell!!! You're me!" I said, my eyes widening.
"Will, did you have a sister when your boat crashed?" Jack said, looking from him to me.
"Uh, I think so. It was so long ago. But her name was Annabelle. Yours is Bobby."
"Oh, well m' name is Annabelle, but I didn't like it so I changed it to Bobby!"
"Oh."
"Oh my!! You're my brother! I thought I lost my whole family. Mom and Dad died, and I thought you did too!" I said, suddenly hugging him.
At that moment, the door opened and a well-dressed lady walked in. She saw me attached me to Will, and squealed, "Will? What are you doing? Who are you? Jack?"
I jumped back, and stood between jack and Will.
"Liz! This is-"
"Who are you? Will? How could you betray me?" She ran out the door, and Will ran after her. "Liz? Please listen. She's not."
"Well, never a dull minute here in Port Royal."
I laughed and agreed.