GIVING UP CHARITY
A/N: Since people like it in 1st person, I'll keep writing it like that, ok? Also, sorry for not updating...school has been so hard lately with mid-terms, tests, and drill (AFJROTC) comin' up, I have had basically NO time online.
PED-sarah: Thank you so much for your review! I'm glad you like it and I hope you continue liking the story!
Legolasfreak: Glad you like it in 1st person view. It seems much easier to do that then delve into every other character's minds.
Nightshade: Barbossa doesn't know that Charity is a Turner. He only knew she was an orphan child that shot Ragetti eight years ago. He has his thoughts about her family but why kill her when she can get him more booty?
Cmdr. Gabe E: I read a book called 'Under the Pirate Flag' (a really good book! It gives a good history on pirates) and it said that pirates back then did stuff like that. I thought I would put some reality into Barbossa, Charity and the entire crew so they resemble pirates and not really gay pirates, ya know what I mean? I'm glad you like the story!
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Chapter Four
By the time Barbossa and the rest of the crew came back to the ship, I had already seen Will Turner and Elizabeth pass by in a boat. I couldn't signal for the pirates because they wouldn't have heard me anyway and the two would've tried to come on board. They couldn't see the iPearl/i because of the dense fog but I could see them.
I heard Barbossa's unintelligible mumbling as the crew walked up the ladder, hauling a drunken-like Jack Sparrow with them. His hands were bound and Bo'sun was holding him tightly, knowing that if he was held by anyone else but Bo'sun, he could take them down and escape.
"Barbossa, what about parley?" Jack asked, his eyes wondering from every pirates' eyes to mine.
"It's already been fulfilled," Barbossa replied, walking up the stairs to the wheel, "plus, you said you knew whose blood we need."
"You!" Jack yelled, trying to point at me but all he could use was his eyes to indicate me. "Is she a Turner, Barbossa?"
"No, Jack! You, yerself should know that there is no daughter of Bootstrap," Pintel replied, laughing.
My eyes never left Jack's as he questioned the crew about my origin. From what I had heard of Bootstrap Bill Turner, he had one child not two. The only living Turner was Will, who was madly in love with Elizabeth.
"She looks so much like 'im," Jack whispered.
Barbossa was not going to have anything of Jack's incoherant mumbling. "Lock 'im in the brig!"
"Aye, Cap'n," Bo'sun said, shoving Jack forward, making the former captain stumble a bit.
I had to laugh. It was funny to watch the man fall and stumble under Bo'sun's powerful arms. Thunder boomed above us as the crew began the preparations to leave. Thunder always made me jump for as long as I could remember.
"Charity."
I jumped when I heard a familiar voice say my name. I turned, breathing heavily, only to meet Barbossa's angry eyes.
"Get some sleep, girl. You need it," he ordered.
"Aye sir."
I quickly left his presence and headed down to the crew's cabin. I had a special room all to myself because I was female and I knew what guys do in girl's presences. Although the pirates never saw me as a woman, I still liked my privacy.
I hadn't slept in two days and sleep was something that I really needed right now. Barbossa was better at telling if I needed sleep more than I could tell. As soon as I hit the small bed, I fell asleep immediately.
iLaughing. The sounds of laughing surrounded me as I felt strong arms lift me in the air. I met the eyes of someone who looked so familiar to me yet I couldn't place it. I heard a woman's voice talking to a young boy while I felt the wind blow my hair.
"Isn't she beautiful, William?" the woman asked.
"Yes, mama," the younger boy replied. "Papa, can I hold her?"
The man stopped twirling me in the air.
"Be careful, dear William. She is only two," the man, his voice deep, said, softly. "Make sure he does not drop her, alright love?"
Two years old. That's how old I am. The woman nodded as I was being passed to a five year old boy who looked much like the man I saw in the streets of Port Royal.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the sea was crashing on the rocks made a pleasant surprise. I could hear the horses' hooves clank on the cobblestone road just about a half a mile from the house.
Suddenly, a man who looks twenty something comes up and addresses the man.
"William, we are about to set sail," he said. He sounded drunk.
"Yes, captain," the man, whom had been addressed as William, replied. "Goodbye my wife and my two children, Will and Katherine."/i
I woke up, breathing heavily. What was that? A memory or a dream? It felt so real and yet it couldn't! I had been an orphan for so long and I had wanted a real family with a mother, a father, and a brother that I had dreamt that I had one.
Who was William, both father and son, and who was the man who had addressed William? I needed to know but I couldn't ask anyone. It was just a dream and dreams are rarely spoken on deck because of the fact that the pirates never dreamed.
I sat up, running my fingers through my messy hair and sighed. I glanced out of the room I was in and saw the faint shadows that were projected from the sun's rays. I had slept through the night peacefully.
I jumped out of the bed, stretching, before going back up on deck. Next thing I knew, the ship was being fired upon.
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A/N: Since people like it in 1st person, I'll keep writing it like that, ok? Also, sorry for not updating...school has been so hard lately with mid-terms, tests, and drill (AFJROTC) comin' up, I have had basically NO time online.
PED-sarah: Thank you so much for your review! I'm glad you like it and I hope you continue liking the story!
Legolasfreak: Glad you like it in 1st person view. It seems much easier to do that then delve into every other character's minds.
Nightshade: Barbossa doesn't know that Charity is a Turner. He only knew she was an orphan child that shot Ragetti eight years ago. He has his thoughts about her family but why kill her when she can get him more booty?
Cmdr. Gabe E: I read a book called 'Under the Pirate Flag' (a really good book! It gives a good history on pirates) and it said that pirates back then did stuff like that. I thought I would put some reality into Barbossa, Charity and the entire crew so they resemble pirates and not really gay pirates, ya know what I mean? I'm glad you like the story!
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Chapter Four
By the time Barbossa and the rest of the crew came back to the ship, I had already seen Will Turner and Elizabeth pass by in a boat. I couldn't signal for the pirates because they wouldn't have heard me anyway and the two would've tried to come on board. They couldn't see the iPearl/i because of the dense fog but I could see them.
I heard Barbossa's unintelligible mumbling as the crew walked up the ladder, hauling a drunken-like Jack Sparrow with them. His hands were bound and Bo'sun was holding him tightly, knowing that if he was held by anyone else but Bo'sun, he could take them down and escape.
"Barbossa, what about parley?" Jack asked, his eyes wondering from every pirates' eyes to mine.
"It's already been fulfilled," Barbossa replied, walking up the stairs to the wheel, "plus, you said you knew whose blood we need."
"You!" Jack yelled, trying to point at me but all he could use was his eyes to indicate me. "Is she a Turner, Barbossa?"
"No, Jack! You, yerself should know that there is no daughter of Bootstrap," Pintel replied, laughing.
My eyes never left Jack's as he questioned the crew about my origin. From what I had heard of Bootstrap Bill Turner, he had one child not two. The only living Turner was Will, who was madly in love with Elizabeth.
"She looks so much like 'im," Jack whispered.
Barbossa was not going to have anything of Jack's incoherant mumbling. "Lock 'im in the brig!"
"Aye, Cap'n," Bo'sun said, shoving Jack forward, making the former captain stumble a bit.
I had to laugh. It was funny to watch the man fall and stumble under Bo'sun's powerful arms. Thunder boomed above us as the crew began the preparations to leave. Thunder always made me jump for as long as I could remember.
"Charity."
I jumped when I heard a familiar voice say my name. I turned, breathing heavily, only to meet Barbossa's angry eyes.
"Get some sleep, girl. You need it," he ordered.
"Aye sir."
I quickly left his presence and headed down to the crew's cabin. I had a special room all to myself because I was female and I knew what guys do in girl's presences. Although the pirates never saw me as a woman, I still liked my privacy.
I hadn't slept in two days and sleep was something that I really needed right now. Barbossa was better at telling if I needed sleep more than I could tell. As soon as I hit the small bed, I fell asleep immediately.
iLaughing. The sounds of laughing surrounded me as I felt strong arms lift me in the air. I met the eyes of someone who looked so familiar to me yet I couldn't place it. I heard a woman's voice talking to a young boy while I felt the wind blow my hair.
"Isn't she beautiful, William?" the woman asked.
"Yes, mama," the younger boy replied. "Papa, can I hold her?"
The man stopped twirling me in the air.
"Be careful, dear William. She is only two," the man, his voice deep, said, softly. "Make sure he does not drop her, alright love?"
Two years old. That's how old I am. The woman nodded as I was being passed to a five year old boy who looked much like the man I saw in the streets of Port Royal.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the sea was crashing on the rocks made a pleasant surprise. I could hear the horses' hooves clank on the cobblestone road just about a half a mile from the house.
Suddenly, a man who looks twenty something comes up and addresses the man.
"William, we are about to set sail," he said. He sounded drunk.
"Yes, captain," the man, whom had been addressed as William, replied. "Goodbye my wife and my two children, Will and Katherine."/i
I woke up, breathing heavily. What was that? A memory or a dream? It felt so real and yet it couldn't! I had been an orphan for so long and I had wanted a real family with a mother, a father, and a brother that I had dreamt that I had one.
Who was William, both father and son, and who was the man who had addressed William? I needed to know but I couldn't ask anyone. It was just a dream and dreams are rarely spoken on deck because of the fact that the pirates never dreamed.
I sat up, running my fingers through my messy hair and sighed. I glanced out of the room I was in and saw the faint shadows that were projected from the sun's rays. I had slept through the night peacefully.
I jumped out of the bed, stretching, before going back up on deck. Next thing I knew, the ship was being fired upon.
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