Hello!  I decided to write a Pirates of the Caribbean story!  It's about me and a bunch of my friends.  Originally, it wasn't gonna be a PotC story, just a pirate story that I would put on fictionpress.com, but I figured I would just make it a PotC one.  I have about 11 friends to include in this, including me, so it will take me a few chapters to introduce everyone.  I'm not exactly sure what the adventure and problem will be yet, but I'll figure that out as I go.  I'm still introducing people.  But I do know one of the love triangles…heehee...

            Oh, and each chapter title will be the name (or nickname) of the person who's point of view it's from.  Like this first chapter.  It's called Moony, so it's from my point of view.  The second one is Padfoot, so it's from my friend Jennie's point of view, and so on.  Some people will have nicknames, some won't.  Some will get their nicknames later on.  So, on with the story!

Teenage pirates

Chapter one:  Moony

            I walked down the dark back-streets of this island, looking around me in disgust.  Men chased women like hungry dogs, women walked around looking for men to buy them for the night, and almost everyone was drunk.

            I looked over at my friend.  Both our faces showed our disgust of this place.

            "This is horrible.  I can't believe this.  Now we're stuck here!" she said.  I nodded in agreement.

            But we didn't look much better than the dirty people here, because our dresses were torn, and our hair was messy.  Our faces were covered in dirt, and we dragged our feet from exhaustion.

            We were in Tortuga.  I am the daughter of a successful blacksmith, and my friend is the daughter of the former mayor of Port Royal.

            Or should I say, we were the daughters of a blacksmith and a former mayor?  For our fathers were now dead.

            We had been on a ship traveling from Ireland to the Caribbean.  My brothers and mother had gone before my father and me, and so had my friend's brother and mother.  My friend is Catherine Johansen.

            When we were only a day, maybe more, away from Port Royal, our ship was suddenly attacked by pirates.  Our fathers sent us out of the ship in a rowboat, telling us that they would soon follow.  We started rowing away.  We saw the pirates climb onto our ship and start killing passengers and loot the ship.  We were the only two who had managed to escape before the pirates went aboard.  The pirates killed everyone still aboard, then fired cannons into it until it sunk down to Davy Jones's locker.  Catherine and I saw the whole thing.  As we watched, it was like we weren't even there, like we were seeing this all from a dream.  As we watched the pirates sail away, tears came to our eyes.  We were all along in a vast sea, and our dear friends and loving fathers were now dead.  We didn't know what to do, we were so shocked.  We just sat there.

            Then I remembered my promise to my father.

            "I want you to find a way to get you and Catherine to Port Royal safely.  You need to find you brothers and tell them what has happened.  Please promise me this." My father asked me within the chaos of the ship.

            "I promise." I replied.

            "And remember, the full moon is only a week away.  You need to get to land before then."

            I nodded.

            I promised my father that only moments before he died, and I would fulfill that promise, no matter what it took.

            We had rowed to the nearest island, which we soon found out was Tortuga.  We didn't like it, and felt unsafe, but we didn't have any other choice.  We had to find help here.  And now the full moon was only two days away.  I needed to be on land, away from people by then.

            Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I swung around and looked at the man behind me.

            He was tall and smelled strongly of rum.  He had dark hair and a red bandana on his head.  He had a tri-point hat on, and he wore filthy pirate rags.  He had a thick goatee and mustache.  He looked like he could be a semi-handsome fellow, if he wasn't so filthy.  And if he wasn't a pirate.

            "Hello, luv." He asked me, his words slurred with drunkenness.  "How much do you require for your company tonight?"

            I narrowed my eyes.  How dare he!  I was not some whore that he could buy to give him pleasure!  I did the only thing I could think of.  I slapped him. Hard.  He looked surprised.

            "Well, I certainly didn't deserve that one."

            I was enraged.  I reached my hand back to slap him again, but he grabbed my wrist.  I tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

            "Let go of me, you-you pirate!"

            Catherine tried to help me, but he was too strong even for the both of us.  He laughed easily.  "So tha's why you're upset, eh?  Well, you won't get anythin' better than a pirate here, luv.  This is Tortuga!"

            I glared at him.  Did he think I was stupid?  "I know that, idiot.  The reason I slapped you was because I am not a whore!  I don't even belong here!  No let go of me!"

            He let go in surprise, and I turned to walk away.  Catherine and I started down the street again.

            Then I heard another voice call out.  "Wait, miss!  Please!"  That didn't sound like a pirate's accent.

            I turned.  A man a few years older than Catherine and I was approaching us.  He was taller than the pirate, and he was very handsome.  He had a thin goatee and mustache, and he had brown hair almost down to his shoulders.  He wore clothes like my brothers and father wore, and he was a bit dirty, but he looked like he had at least been clean at some point in time, unlike the pirate.

            "I apologize for Jack's behavior.  He can't help it.  He's a pirate.  I could have told him that you weren't from here, but I was held back a bit behind him." The man told Catherine and I.

            "You mean you're friends with that pirate?" Catherine asked in surprise.  She emphasized pirate with disgust.  I could only stare at him, I was so surprised.

            "Yes, he's actually one of the more honest pirates, you know.  Well, as honest as they come."

            I couldn't believe it.  Here is this respectable-looking man, who looked like he could lead a normal life, and he was friends with a pirate!  But he cut into my thoughts again.

            "I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners.  My name is Will Turner.  Where are you two from?"

            Well, it seemed like we could trust him.  At least he knew that people in our predicament would not want to give out our real names.  I recovered from my shock.  Catherine and I introduced ourselves.  "We're from Ireland, originally, but we were on a ship to Port Royal.  It was attacked by pirates, and we're alone now.  We need to get to Port Royal." Catherine told him.  We had both silently come to the same conclusion about trusting Will.

            "Port Royal?  Well, we can get you there!  Jack is Captain of the Black Pearl!"

            My eyes widened.  "The Black Pearl?!" Catherine and I shouted in unison.

            Some people looked our way.

            "Yes the Black Pearl," we heard the pirate say as he approached us.  "Got a problem with that?"  I glared at him again.

            "Oh, come, luv!  I didn't know you weren't from here!  It was a mistake!"

            I just ignored him and turned to Will.  "So you can get us safely to Port Royal?"

            "Wait a minute," Jack started.  I'm not takin' two little girls on me ship!  They'd be too much trouble!  And anyway, women are bad luck on ships!"

            Catherine cut him off.  "Why, you-we would not be too much trouble!  And we're not little girls!  We're grown!"

            Will cut in.  "What about AnaMaria, Jack?  She's a woman."

            "Well, she's-she's-different!  She's one of the best first mates I ever had!"

            "Maybe we could teach them how to be of help onboard."

            "Wait a minute!" I cut in.  "We're not going to become pirates!"

            "If we have to become pirates to get a ride with you, then we'll find another way to get to Port Royal!" Catherine added.

            She started to walk away, and I followed.  But I felt Will grip my shoulder.  "Wait!  Please!"

            We turned around again.

            "We aren't asking you to become pirates!  What I meant was you could just help around on the ship." Will explained.

            Both Catherine and I bowed our heads to hide the blushes creeping up our faces.

"Oh."

            "Now, will you come with us?" he asked.

            I looked at Catherine.  "What do you think?" I asked quietly.

            She said, "I think that we won't find anyone else in this hell hole to help us.  I think they're our only chance."

            I nodded.  "We'll go," I said to Will.

            Will smiled and turned to Jack.  "Fine.  They can come with us," Jack grumbled.  He turned to us.  "We leave in eight days."

            I didn't question him.  I was relieved.  We were leaving, and after the full moon.

            Will insisted that we stay in the same inn room as them, because he thought that we wouldn't be safe otherwise.

            "No!" I protested.  "I still don't trust him!"  I pointed at Jack.

            "Come, luv.  Will's right.  It's the only way you'll be safe.  And I won't try anythin', I swear!" Jack raised his right hand in the air like he was making an oath.

            "Please, it's the only way that we can assure your safety." Will explained.

            I looked straight into his deep brown eyes.  My resolve crumbled.  "Fine," I grumbled.

            It was the night of the full moon, and Catherine was asleep. Will and Jack were still out, probably at some tavern.

            I slipped out of the room and slipped past dark buildings and crowds of pirates and women to the forest on the edge of the island.  I would stay there the night.  For this night, I need not worry about protection.  I could protect myself.

            The full moon slipped from behind the clouds, and its ray of soft light fell upon me.  My body began to shake violently.  I could feel my body changing in seconds.

            My name is Alleyne Smith, and I'm a werewolf.

            This is my story.

I'm not a werewolf in real life.  I don't even believe in werewolfs.  That's just part of the story.  Lol…

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