This is my new story. I hope you enjoy. Chapters will be a bit far and wide because of school, so you get the idea. Read, Review and have Fun! Now on with the story...
Chapter 1
Emma knocked on the door. "House Keeping!" she yelled.
A man answered the door. [Note: This is not Jack. Jack is in probably the next chapter.]
"I DON'T WANT ANY DAMNED SHEETS!" He yells as if he has a hangover. Emma studies the man. He has a hat hiding his hair, a girlish figure and brown eyes. Emma quickly pushes past him. She grabs the stray dirty towels and empty rum bottles. Oh, yes, he is definitely drunk. Emma thinks to herself.
Soon she makes the bed and tidies up the bathroom. "I TOLD YOU! I DON'T WANT ANY DAMNED SHEETS!" The man, strangely, is yelling at the wall.
Emma quickly gets out of the room and heads for the next. She takes one look and nearly faints. Why do I even try to clean these rooms? She asks herself.
After a long day of cleaning rooms, she finally gets to the tavern's kitchen. "Evening, Donald." She yells over the noise, to the cook. But Donald doesn't seem to notice and is busy adding spices to the evening meal.
Emma hurries in to the tavern. She slips on her apron and starts to make drinks. Someone taps her on the shoulder.
"Yer finest rum please."
It was the man from this morning. This time completely sober.
"Comin up, sir."
She quickly draws rum from the tap and puts it on the counter. The man hands Emma a silver coin. Emma slips it in her pocket.
After a while, everyone has left, except that man. He watches Emma from the corner of his eye, as if waiting for something to happen. Emma waves to Donald as he leaves. She finishes locking up.
"Lass!"
The man is calling her.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry about what?"
"I'm sorry about this morning..." he starts "And what I'm about to do now!"
With that he grabs her arm. Emma lets out a shriek. He covers her mouth and noise with a cloth damp with drugs and she goes limp in his arms.
He soon carries her to his ship. Success! He thinks.