Chapter1: Can't Do Much with a Sheathed Cutlass
"3 days. We have been on this god forsaken island for 3 BLOODY DAYS!!!!" Kris swayed drunkenly as she strolled up to me.
"Hey, look on the bright side, at least were not -hic- on a island with cannibals." I rolled my eyes at her. She WAS the most idiotic person I have ever meet.
Kris and I were friends since we were little. Since we had started our journey. Before we were pirates we were the daughters of a rich land owner in London. I was his real daughter. The youngest child of the family, but Kris was his adopted daughter and my adopted sister. When I had first saw Kris, I was 7 years old. I was away with my mother in Paris when she arrived. When me and mother came home I found her with our fencing instructor. When I saw her fencing in that ridicules outfit. I found that I didn't like her one bit. As I proceeded to watch her, she surprised me. In the end she defeated the fencing instructor. He was one of the best fencing teachers in London.
Kris was, how should I put this, tomboyish in a way. She refused to wear any kind of gown or dress and my father had the tailors custom make pants for her. Considering all the breeches were to big for her. By the time we were 13 I had suffered many of her cruel pranks. I think they weren't funny at all, but they were amusing to her.
By our 15 birthday we had grown to like each other. She had taught me many things so many girls couldn't even had imagined to learn about.
But as she explained to me about this legend of a black ship with black sail I got to thinking. How did she know about this pirate legend when our father wouldn't even mutter the word pirate in our home?
So I visited the library that was there in London. I spent many hours a day looking up on pirate legends, pirate captains, pirate ships. In the proceeding year I had torn the library apart looking for things on this black ship with black sails. I found nothing. So when we turned 16 I gathered up my courage and confronted my father.
I asked him many questions about Kris. What was her full name? Who were her parents? Where did she come form? Where was she born?
Where did he adopt her? Why did he? He answered only a few of my questions. Her full name was Kristen. That didn't help me much. Well,
it could be a very useful for blackmailing purposes. After that he told me he had found her at the age of 5. He told me a young couple had come up to him when he was visiting in Spain. That explains her very weirdly colored hair. It was a copper color. Like a reddish brown. So she had SOME Spanish blood in her.
After that he told me he didn't know who her parents were. All he told me was that the young couple had rushed up to him, dropped the 5 year old into his arms and, took off. He said he was going to dump her off at an orphanage cause he didn't want her, but he didn't want to dishonor the young couple. So, he took her to his friend Jean in Paris. There she lived for 2 years. But then Jean was called to Africa for something.
He told that Jean sent her up to him right away. He explained that she had been living with some of the French officers of the kings Navy. So she had picked up the attitude of a soldier. Or officers I would like to say. He also told us she had an addiction. My father asked, addiction to what? Jean told us alcohol. That was a shocker.
So that was all my father knew of Kris was, she had an addiction to alcohol, Spanish blood, and military knowledge. But that year when we were 16 a tragedy struck and I couldn't gather more information on her, or dig deeper in her case. My father told me to lay off it, stop before I did something to anger her. Stop before something happened. I didn't know what that meant, so I figured he was hiding something from me. That year was the most tragic year of my life. My mother was stricken down by this illness. This cursed illness known as Small Pox. Within the time of mine and Kris's 17th birthday, we lost my mother. My father grieved. But hid it. He lost the will to live. Before we couldn't resist or repent, he set me up in a marriage to a British officer that went by the name of Gillette. He was the most weirdest man I had ever meet. Kris always cracked jokes behind his back about him kissing men. But during that year and after all the times with meeting him, and spending time with him, I had grown quiet fond of him.
But I couldn't deny the marriage. Or get out of it. But I shouldn't have complained about my situation cause he was sending Kris off to the American colonies. His friend Jean would take her under his command. But the night before she was going to leave for the war, she came to me. She explained a plan to. She said that I should come along.
Dress as a man, come as her friend, recruit for the war. I refused. Then she pointed out, "Would you rather be married to one of the weirdest men in the world or risk your live in a splendid adventure." It was a good point. But I told her, we were not going to fight in a war. So she came up with a new plan, and we ran away.
She was going dressed as a man named Gabriel Otto. I was supposed to pretend to be her brother, Thomas Otto. So we barter passage to France. She came to Jean who grew as one of her greatest friends. He gave us one of the fastest ships in the Naval fleet. We thanked him and she told him that 40 of our plunder would go to him and France's Military. He thanked us, and told us to go before my father would catch us. So we left.
That was our story, well the shorten version of it. After that we became some of the most famous pirates. Mostly known in the Spanish main and Mediterranean. But soon we got bored and after the war, we sailed to a place called Tortuga. There we meet this man. He went by the name Josiah. He had a monkey that went everywhere with him. He seemed like a nice man.
And he became our cook. But it must of been some strange instincts about this man that drove Kris nuts. She didn't trust him one bit. Then one night there was a mutiny.
Me and Kris were sleeping in the biggest cabin of the ship. (A/n: the ships name WAS The Fair Claudia) I was asleep but was awoken by Kris screaming my name and throwing a sword to me. We fought some strange pirates but was then defeated. They tied us to the mast and Josiah threw us into the sea, with a pistol with one shot, for each of us. We drifted for about the whole night. I passed out and then awoke laying on a island. Kris soon identified it as Isla De Muerta.
She told me she had been there before. How? I couldn't even guess that. Kris lead me to the middle of the island and she found this store of rum. Within hours she had drunken about 3 full bottles. She was drunk and had been drunk for about 2 days. Now the story brings us to where me and Kris are now. Laying on the beach watching the water and Kris swaying drunkenly.
"Amy, come one, just one sip!" She pouted. I kept my mouth shut and pinched my nose as she waved the bottle drunkenly in my face.
'NO!" I shouted. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," She begged. All day now she was trying to get me drunk. But I told her no. She made a puppy dog face.
I rolled my eyes as she whined. I couldn't stand that face. "OH all right, BUT JUST ONE!" I finally said giving in to her whining. She smiled and clapped her hands.
"YAY!" She handed a bottle of rum to me that wasn't opened yet. I stared at it in my hand like it was going to bite me. I looked up at Kris that was already chugging down the rest of her bottle. She stopped and looked at me. She gave me an encouraging look. I cleared my throat and popped the cork out of the bottle.
"Go on." Kris encouraged me. I gulped as I held the bottle up to my lips. "OH COME ON AND TAKE A SIP ALREADY!!!!" Kris shouted. The outburst surprised me.
So, not wanting to get her angry, I tipped the bottle and felt the rum rush down my throat. The liquid burned my throat and I pulled the bottle away from my mouth. I coughed and gagged on the liquid as the burning stopped. My eyes were all watery and the bottle laid a foot away from me, some of the rum spilling out on the sand, dampening it.
"OH COME ON!" Kris shouted starting hitting me on the back as I continued to coughed. "It wasn't that bad." I had to admit. It was pretty good but that burning. Kris picked up the bottle and held it out to me again. I quietly took it from her and took another sip of it. This time it didn't burn so bad as before, but it still burned enough to make me cough.
"That's the spirit!" Kris shouted as she staggered off into the woods.
Later that night
"AND REALLY BAD EGGS!" I laughed as Kris falls over drunkenly. Kris had returned from the woods with about 6 more bottles of rum and some fire wood. I built a fire while I was still sane. But pretty soon we had cleared half of the bottles of rum and now we were as drunk as well, pirates.
I twirled and staggered drunkenly as Kris laid passed out on the beach. She had the most rum out of both of us. So it wasn't that shocking that she had passed out. I started humming the song we were singing earlier. It was a fantastic song. But after a while I ran off into the woods and threw up all over the ground. I was about to pass out right there but I felt very uncomfortable without Kris. So I gathered up my head and tried as hard (and as drunkenly) as I could to stagger back to the fire.
When I did manage to get back to Kris, she was still passed out. But as I sat my self down next to her and was about to go asleep, but I heard the bushes behind me rustle.
I screamed as loud as I could. Kris shifted a bit but didn't wake up.
"KRIS!" I started drunkenly shaking her by the shoulders. "KRIS WAKE UP!" I shook her harder and harder, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get her to wake up.
As I shook her I didn't pay attention to the person that had emerged from the bush. The person staggered drunkenly towards me and stopped behind me.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?!" I quickly jumped around and stared horrified up at the man. He was swaying and there was no doubt he was drunk. He had on the most peculiar hat. He also had the most weirdest hair. He had dreadlocks in his hair, beads were there, and not only beads, but there was a bone in his hair. (A/n: 3 guesses who) He was eyeing me weirdly. Not in a perverted way, but in a "what the hell is going on" way. We sat there staring at each other. He had the most beautiful brown eyes.
But I felt uncomfortable just sitting there all quiet and silent. So I slowly stood up. After swaying a little I finally managed it. I never broke eye contact with him as I moved away from Kris and towards the fire.
To my horror he pulled a pistol out and pointed it at me. I froze in fear as he cocked it. I gulped.
"Who are ye?" He asked. He had a very rough, drunken, deep, voice. "No one." I answered in a hoarse voice.
"How could ye be no one when your standing there right in front me?" He answered swaying a bit more.
I had to think of something. I didn't want to get shot. Not only was I fearful, but curious. I wanted to know who this man was and how he became here. How did he get here?
But as I sat there I noticed Kris wasn't where she was before. I also noticed that her cutlass was missing form our pile of effects. I quickly put everything together. Drunken man standing in front of me, I had led him far enough away form Kris that he wouldn't have ever noticed Kris sneak up behind him. So I did the only thing I could do. Distract him.
"I'm just a figment of your imagination. Its just the rum. It has gone to your head and your mind as made me as an illusion." He gave a strange look but I think he believed it.
"O-k..." He started to speak was cut off by something. That's when I noticed Kris lurking behind him holding her cutlass up to his back. She nudge him in the back.
"Move forward." She ordered. He did as he was told. He moved forward towards me. "Put your hands behind your back." He continued to do as he was told.
We managed to get him tied up and gagged. He was sitting there on the ground as we stood there staring at him. He was struggling to get his bonds off of him but he couldn't.
"He is starting to get annoying." Kris mumbled drunkenly. She quickly marched up to him. I stared contently at her but I asked her "What are you dong?" I had to make sure she wouldn't do anything stupid.
I watched as she hit him over the head with her cutlass. He fell over unconscious. She smirked. "Ah that took care of him."
"KRIS!" I shrieked in horror. She turned to me, "What?" She asked innocently. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!" She shrugged. "YOU DON'T JUST GO AROUND HITTING PEOPLE OVER THE HEAD WITH A VERY SHARP CUTLASS!"
She smiled at me and held her cutlass up. "Oh, that's ok, my cutlass has its sheath still on." I stared wide eyed at her. "What?" I asked stupidly. But before I could lecture any farther she was curled up on the ground hugging her cutlass, asleep. I shook my head as I sat my self down on the ground. It was true, she WAS one of the most craziest people I have ever meet.
But what was her story? What was her origin? And what about the tied up man? Who was he? Where did he come from? Why was he here? I guess I just had to get my answers another day. But I knew one thing, I would never give up until I found out everything.
So wut do u all think???? I think I did pretty well considering this my first POTC fic . another thing, a little background on Amy and Kris:
Kristen: She was the daughter of a pirate captain that went by the name Isaiah Hawke, he was from Greece but had a Jewish mother. Her mother was a maid in the Spanish king's castle, explaining some of her Spanish traits (her hair) Her father and mother were friends with Will Tunner (Boot Strap Bill) well, Will Turner sent a piece of the gold to them and soon Barbossa found out. So he went after them and their daughter (Kristen) SO they fled and came to Spain and of course gave Kris to Amy's dad. Later that year Barbossa caught up with them only to discover that they had hide the coin with the child. So he had them both shot. But never discovered the wherebouts of the child. Full name: Kristen Isolde Hawke
Amy:youngest daughter of the family. She has 2 older brothers (John and Fred) and one older sister (Violette) Her father is a good friends with the king of England Has his French friend Jean. Owns land in the Caribbean, in France, in England, and once before in America. Her mother came down with the small pox when she was 17 after that her father was having her married off to Gillette (hehe, remember him?) but of course she ran away with Kris. Her full name: Amiya Francis Finch
Josiah: Kris's father's twin brother, (Kris's uncle) He was hired by Barbossa to find Kris and get the medallion from her. Of course she wouldn't know Josiah was her uncle cause of course when was to young to remember what her father looked like so she wouldn't recognize her uncle.
Another thing, a picture I found inspired this story. If you would like to see the picture ask me in your review and I will e-mail it to you.
Please review, Storm