The Choice of Katrina
Chapter Three: Her Father's Daughter
Disclaimer: Lets see...that characters I own are Her Royal Highness Katrina Elizabeth Lemone Saler, George, The Duke Phillip, The king and Queen (in this story in anyway), and all of the maids and stuff that doesn't sound familiar to you.
Katrina awakened abruptly and found herself looking up at the sky. It was morning, for the sun was just rising. She felt the floor moving beneath her and could smell the ocean in the air. She was on a ship. She rolled her head back so she could see behind her while still looking up. She saw black sails with many rips and tears in them. She sat up and began looking around her. Barrels and ropes hanging everywhere is all she saw. She could hear many voices but didn't know where or who they were coming from. She stood up, noticing that her leg was numb from laying on it. She could barely walk and was about to fall until someone from behind her broke her fall. She looked over her shoulder and saw a man who looked so much like a pirate, it was hard to picture him as anything else. Katrina found her balance and turned to face him.
"Who are you and where am I?" She demanded. The man gave her a strange look. Then grinned and turned away, beginning to speak.
"What are you called, lassie?" He said.
"You mean my name?" Katrina replied.
"No I mean your species. Of course I mean your name."
"Katrina Elizabeth Lemone Saler. And that is how I wish to be addressed." Katrina said sternly.
"You forgot Sparrow." The man said.
"What are you talking about?" asked Katrina.
"Your last name isn't Saler. Its Sparrow. But, of course, you could keep Saler if you wish, it doesn't bother me." said the pirate, looking at her over his shoulder.
"Is that my real father's name? Do you know him?" Katrina asked.
"Know him? I am him." he replied. Katrina's mouth opened wide and she walkd towards him.
"But you kidnapped me!" said Katrina.
"No I didn't. I simply took you back." Sparrow said. "By the way. Call me Jack."
"I would rather not. I would rather go home and get married, thank you very much. I heard my mother talking about you last night. She said you'd take me away. But why?" Katrina asked. Her expression suggested she was furious about not being able to get married. But inside, she was actually happy she didn't have to go through with it.
"Because I don't want you to marry some chap that's going to have me hanged the second he finds out who I am." Jack said.
"The Duke wouldn't kill you if I told him not to." Katrina said.
"It doesn't matter now. Who's your friend?" asked Jack.
"My friend? You mean the kitchen boy? His name is George." replied Katrina.
"Right then. Grab him. We're almost there." Jack said.
"Almost where?" Katrina asked, but got no answer. Her father pushed her along to go get George, who was sitting in the corner of the ship.
"George, come with me." Katrina said, taking his hand and helping him up.
"Your highness, I don't mean to be a pest. I didn't know you'd be kidnapped." George said.
"George, what are you talking about? This wasn't..." Katrina tried to say, but Jack was grabbing the two of them and leading them towards the other end of the ship.