GIVING UP CHARITY
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated lately. Haven't had enough time because school has just gotten hectic. I had to study for mid-terms and stuff like that. This chapter is in 1st person and if people like the way it sounds then I'll keep writing it in 1st person.
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Chapter Three
I could hear Elizabeth screaming below the deck, yelling at Pintel and Ragetti. She was scared, that I could tell. Who wouldn't? I mean, your a proper Englishwoman trapped on board with a band of blood-thirsty pirates. I probably wouldn't because I'd most likely not be proper.
My eyes darted in all directions, trying to find myself in the fog that suddenly surrounded the ship. We were heading to the dreaded Isla de Muerta, Island of Death, to get rid of the curse.
I didn't have the curse. The one where the moonlight shows them for what they really are: skeletons. I suppose I was lucky and then I don't. If I had the curse upon me, I would never die but I wouldn't be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of the world. Right now, I could die by a pistol or a cutlass because I'm not immortal.
"Charity!"
My mind wandered back to the present as my name was called. I turned and met Bo'sun's darkened eyes.
"Yea?"
"Help the girl down below," he ordered, "she seems to be freaked out."
I made a 'humph' sound. Just because I was a female doesn't mean I could do all the girly stuff. I was one of the toughest pirates to ever sail the Caribbean under a Jolly Roger and I was only seventeen!
I made my way down below the deck after meeting everyone's weary eyes. Did I do something to tick the crew off? I hoped not because if it weren't for me, they wouldn't have as much booty as they do now.
"Are you a Turner?"
Elizabeth's question came right when I entered the door. "Nay."
She turned around once, surveying the dark crimson dress that Barbossa had lifted in one of the Caribbean towns.
"That's not what Pintel and Ragetti said," she said, softly, staring into my eyes.
I laughed. "They're lying bastards."
Elizabeth did not laugh. "They told me they found you on the Crossing of England eight years ago. You were part of the ship that they sunk. Ragetti laughed when he said you shot him after asking for charity."
I had the urge to shoot her right now. "They're lyin' to ye."
"I don't believe that."
Would she just let up? How dare she interrogate me about my past? Most of it was fuzzy and the scene she was referring to wasn't.
The Black Pearl had come up swiftly behind the ship that was carrying 100 passengers from England to Port Royal, Jamaica. I didn't know the ship was sinking when I asked Ragetti for charity and then shooting them. I was 9 years old, stupid to the outside world. Everything before that like who sent me to the Caribbean and who I went with was hazy.
"I bet your name's not Charity either," Elizabeth said, standing in front of me now.
I slapped her and she let out a loud yelp. She deserved it.
"You're lucky Barbossa wants you alive because I would be the first to kill you!" I yelled before storming out of the cabin.
Barbossa passed me when I ran up the stairs; he gave me a wierd look too. Elizabeth was a spoiled brat and she deserved to die. She didn't deserve to live right now and I would be the first to kill her if I could. No one would get a chance to kill her because she'd be dead in her sleep.
Usually I'm not a hateful person towards Barbossa's victims because I can't do a thing to them. But when they threaten me and tell me stuff that's not true, I can't hold myself back and he knows that. Of course, he did give me permission to gut one man, pin his intestines to a mast, and make him dance while hitting him with a flaming paddle.
I didn't get far when the crew began to change into rotting skeletons. Elizabeth could be heard screaming for three leagues and I could hear her running up the stairs and opening the doors, only to be confronted by Jack, our demon monkey.
She screamed and ran into Barbossa's arms.
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the livin' so we cannot die but neither are we dead."
Her facial expression was priceless!
"For too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't died. For too long I've been parched a thirst and unable to quench it. I feel nothin'. Not the wind in my face or the spray of the sea." His hand extended to touch her face and it turned to skeletons. "Or the warmth of a woman's face.
He began to walk forward and Elizabeth stumbled backwards. "You best start believin' in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one!"
He took out a bottle of wine, or at least I think it was wine, and popped the cork. He drank the entire bottle, showing Elizabeth what happened to it. It fell out of his bone, splashing the wood of the decks with red wine. She screamed and ran inside.
The entire crew was watching and when Barbossa slammed the door shut, he yelled, "What are you lookin' at? Get back to work!"
Everyone bumped into something as Barbossa was ticked off. I couldn't get close to the man. He kept getting the demon monkey to push me away. I had to respect his privacy or he would have me killed. That would be the last thing I wanted.
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We arrived at Isla de Muerta about four days later. Elizabeth had been too freaked out to do anything like roam the decks. The crew gave her something to believe in.
'I don't believe in ghost stories, Cap'n Barbossa'
Barbossa had told me what she said and I laughed. Who didn't believe in a good ghost story now-a-days?
My brown hair blew in the wind as we approached the island. The island was rocky with many waterways that led to multiple caves. Our cave had never been found. Heck, the island couldn't be found except for those who knew where it was.
"Get the girl!"
I turned sharply at the sound of Barbossa's voice. Jack, our demon monkey, climbed onto my shoulder as Barbossa, Pintel and Ragetti passed me. I call Jack the demon monkey because he's like a little demon!
Elizabeth struggled as Pintel gagged her and as Ragetti tied her hands behind her back. I would probably struggle too except I would struggle until they killed me. I would not be able to be a pirate's captive. I would be afraid of what they would do to me.
"Charity, stay on board," Barbossa ordered.
I wanted to protest but knowing Barbossa, he would hurt me somehow. He hasn't hurt me in ages but when he does abuse me, it isn't nice. It's not like being his whore because that would be nasty! He hurts me in the worst way. The last time he beat me, he hit me until I couldn't feel any part of my body and tied me to the main mast and left me there for three days with only water to drink.
I listened to him. Wouldn't you if he did that to you? Probably.
My eyes darted, trying to see through the fog. Suddenly, a boat comes up with two people rowing it. The man I had seen before we sailed who called me Katherine and Captain Jack Sparrow. Well, he wasn't captain of anything so I couldn't call him 'Captain'. Jack Sparrow would do fine.
"Not good," I whispered, going to the side.
Barbossa was going to have a fit when he finds them.
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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated lately. Haven't had enough time because school has just gotten hectic. I had to study for mid-terms and stuff like that. This chapter is in 1st person and if people like the way it sounds then I'll keep writing it in 1st person.
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Chapter Three
I could hear Elizabeth screaming below the deck, yelling at Pintel and Ragetti. She was scared, that I could tell. Who wouldn't? I mean, your a proper Englishwoman trapped on board with a band of blood-thirsty pirates. I probably wouldn't because I'd most likely not be proper.
My eyes darted in all directions, trying to find myself in the fog that suddenly surrounded the ship. We were heading to the dreaded Isla de Muerta, Island of Death, to get rid of the curse.
I didn't have the curse. The one where the moonlight shows them for what they really are: skeletons. I suppose I was lucky and then I don't. If I had the curse upon me, I would never die but I wouldn't be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of the world. Right now, I could die by a pistol or a cutlass because I'm not immortal.
"Charity!"
My mind wandered back to the present as my name was called. I turned and met Bo'sun's darkened eyes.
"Yea?"
"Help the girl down below," he ordered, "she seems to be freaked out."
I made a 'humph' sound. Just because I was a female doesn't mean I could do all the girly stuff. I was one of the toughest pirates to ever sail the Caribbean under a Jolly Roger and I was only seventeen!
I made my way down below the deck after meeting everyone's weary eyes. Did I do something to tick the crew off? I hoped not because if it weren't for me, they wouldn't have as much booty as they do now.
"Are you a Turner?"
Elizabeth's question came right when I entered the door. "Nay."
She turned around once, surveying the dark crimson dress that Barbossa had lifted in one of the Caribbean towns.
"That's not what Pintel and Ragetti said," she said, softly, staring into my eyes.
I laughed. "They're lying bastards."
Elizabeth did not laugh. "They told me they found you on the Crossing of England eight years ago. You were part of the ship that they sunk. Ragetti laughed when he said you shot him after asking for charity."
I had the urge to shoot her right now. "They're lyin' to ye."
"I don't believe that."
Would she just let up? How dare she interrogate me about my past? Most of it was fuzzy and the scene she was referring to wasn't.
The Black Pearl had come up swiftly behind the ship that was carrying 100 passengers from England to Port Royal, Jamaica. I didn't know the ship was sinking when I asked Ragetti for charity and then shooting them. I was 9 years old, stupid to the outside world. Everything before that like who sent me to the Caribbean and who I went with was hazy.
"I bet your name's not Charity either," Elizabeth said, standing in front of me now.
I slapped her and she let out a loud yelp. She deserved it.
"You're lucky Barbossa wants you alive because I would be the first to kill you!" I yelled before storming out of the cabin.
Barbossa passed me when I ran up the stairs; he gave me a wierd look too. Elizabeth was a spoiled brat and she deserved to die. She didn't deserve to live right now and I would be the first to kill her if I could. No one would get a chance to kill her because she'd be dead in her sleep.
Usually I'm not a hateful person towards Barbossa's victims because I can't do a thing to them. But when they threaten me and tell me stuff that's not true, I can't hold myself back and he knows that. Of course, he did give me permission to gut one man, pin his intestines to a mast, and make him dance while hitting him with a flaming paddle.
I didn't get far when the crew began to change into rotting skeletons. Elizabeth could be heard screaming for three leagues and I could hear her running up the stairs and opening the doors, only to be confronted by Jack, our demon monkey.
She screamed and ran into Barbossa's arms.
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the livin' so we cannot die but neither are we dead."
Her facial expression was priceless!
"For too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't died. For too long I've been parched a thirst and unable to quench it. I feel nothin'. Not the wind in my face or the spray of the sea." His hand extended to touch her face and it turned to skeletons. "Or the warmth of a woman's face.
He began to walk forward and Elizabeth stumbled backwards. "You best start believin' in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one!"
He took out a bottle of wine, or at least I think it was wine, and popped the cork. He drank the entire bottle, showing Elizabeth what happened to it. It fell out of his bone, splashing the wood of the decks with red wine. She screamed and ran inside.
The entire crew was watching and when Barbossa slammed the door shut, he yelled, "What are you lookin' at? Get back to work!"
Everyone bumped into something as Barbossa was ticked off. I couldn't get close to the man. He kept getting the demon monkey to push me away. I had to respect his privacy or he would have me killed. That would be the last thing I wanted.
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We arrived at Isla de Muerta about four days later. Elizabeth had been too freaked out to do anything like roam the decks. The crew gave her something to believe in.
'I don't believe in ghost stories, Cap'n Barbossa'
Barbossa had told me what she said and I laughed. Who didn't believe in a good ghost story now-a-days?
My brown hair blew in the wind as we approached the island. The island was rocky with many waterways that led to multiple caves. Our cave had never been found. Heck, the island couldn't be found except for those who knew where it was.
"Get the girl!"
I turned sharply at the sound of Barbossa's voice. Jack, our demon monkey, climbed onto my shoulder as Barbossa, Pintel and Ragetti passed me. I call Jack the demon monkey because he's like a little demon!
Elizabeth struggled as Pintel gagged her and as Ragetti tied her hands behind her back. I would probably struggle too except I would struggle until they killed me. I would not be able to be a pirate's captive. I would be afraid of what they would do to me.
"Charity, stay on board," Barbossa ordered.
I wanted to protest but knowing Barbossa, he would hurt me somehow. He hasn't hurt me in ages but when he does abuse me, it isn't nice. It's not like being his whore because that would be nasty! He hurts me in the worst way. The last time he beat me, he hit me until I couldn't feel any part of my body and tied me to the main mast and left me there for three days with only water to drink.
I listened to him. Wouldn't you if he did that to you? Probably.
My eyes darted, trying to see through the fog. Suddenly, a boat comes up with two people rowing it. The man I had seen before we sailed who called me Katherine and Captain Jack Sparrow. Well, he wasn't captain of anything so I couldn't call him 'Captain'. Jack Sparrow would do fine.
"Not good," I whispered, going to the side.
Barbossa was going to have a fit when he finds them.
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