Chapter2: I LOVE HIS COAT!
The smell of smoke burned rather heavily and thickly in my nose. It burned so much that it burned my throat and made my eyes water. I opened my eyes with a bit of a jolt and I found my self staring right up at the sky. I moaned as I tried to sit up.
As I did my mind raced with a million worries and my hand immediately flew to my neck. I ran my hand along my neck searching for the chain. I found it and I tugged my medallion out. It was just as it was yesterday. A gold skull with glimmering runes encircling it. I smiled. Thank god it was still here. I had a habit of waking up and making sure that I still had my necklace. If anyone stole it form me I would hunt them down, pull out their internal organs and hang them on my crows nest by their intestines. And if I ever lost it, I would never forgive myself. It was a very valuable gift from my mother and father. I treasured it with all my heart. I could never ever be able to face the world without it. It held a special place in my heart.
I didn't remember anything form last night. All I remember was lots of rum, a burning fire, really bad eggs, and a man. But the smell of the smoke brought me out of my mind and I glanced over towards where the smell was coming from. I gasped wide eyed as I watched Amy throw a crate into a wildly burning fire.
"AMY!" I jumped hurriedly to my feet, ignoring the thumping pain in my head. As I rushed to Amy I felt my eyes water. The smoldering fire was burning everything around it.
The trees, any grass around it, and it was even popping from the burning sand. I stared horrified at it, as Amy stood there proudly with her hands on her hips. Her dress waving in the breeze.
"Amy! You burnt everything!" I exclaimed as the fire exploded once again. "The shade, the food-" She turned around and started marching proudly down the beach,
"-THE RUM!" I shouted throwing my hands in the air. She stopped and gazed over the ocean. "Yes, the rum is." I was horrified! "WHY IS THE RUM GONE!"
She turned suddenly around to face me. She was glaring at me. "ONE! Cause its a viel drink the turns even the most respectable man into a scoundrel, and 2..." She paused
"That's it?" I asked looking at her. She had a frown on her face. It looked like she was struggling to find a 2nd reason of why she burnt the rum. "Cause I felt like it!" She shouted at last. I sighed.
She turned and sat her herself down on the beach. I stood there consuplating whether to pull my cutlass out and start fencing with her, or go off and find another stash of rum.
This was after all a storage isle for Rum traders. Then I knew what would make Amy feel guilty.
"Uh Amize?" She looked up at me with an annoyed look and hissed "What?!" I puffed out my lip and widened my green eyes. "Oh no," she whispered turning her head. It wasn't going to work on her this time. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I burst into fake tears and collapsed on the ground. "WHY AMY! WHY! YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT RUM!" She shook her head as I laid there faced down in the sand.
"That's not going to work on me." I continued to fake bawl as she sat there. After awhile I stopped and just laid there.
"Are you going to just sit there or go and check how that mans doing?" Amy said thumping me over the head. My head shot up. "Man?" She eyed me.
"Yes, the drunken man that you practically knocked out last night with a sheathed cutlass." I paused for a moment searching my memory of that. "Oh yea, that guy!" I said finally.
Amy rolled her eyes as she stood up dusting her hands off. "Aren't you going to help me up?" I asked look up at her with puppy dog eyes. "Oh fine," She said grabbing a hold of my right hand and helping me to my feet. "Thanks." She just stalked off as I dusted my breeches off. Man she is so grouchy when she has a hangover.
I moaned as the pained returned to my head. I laid my hand on my head. What a perfect time for a hangover.
"Don't you just love hangovers?" I called out to Amy as she marched past a pile of scorched wood. She didn't even look back at me and grumble some choice curse words under her breathe. I clicked my tongue.
"Now, now, now, that ain't very lady like." She just continued marching off to the man. When we did get there he was bond about his hands, gagged, and bond by his feet. He was a very tanned man. His skin was a very bronzed color. He had dark brown hair that reached past is ears was just a mop of hair sitting held up by a red bandanna. He had beads of all sorts of colors all throughout his hair. Along with the beads was a bone and dreadlocks. He was wearing pants but he had no boots.
He had a belt that ran across his chest. He also had a white shirt that was under a very nice looking coat. He also had the most awesome dirty tri-cornered hat on.
I squealed as I marched right past Amy and to the knocked out man laying in the sand snoring quiet loudly. I beamed down at him and quickly yanked his hat off. I giggled as I placed the hat on my head. I smirked as I drew my cutlass and turned to Amy. She was standing there shaking her and smiling. AH HA! MY PLANNED WORKED! I knew if it I brought my charming side out I would cheer her up. Besides she wasn't really that moody during a hangover.
I held my cutlass in the air very kingly. "I CAPTAIN KRIS HAWKE HERE BY CLAIM THIS ISLE FOR HER MAJESTY QUEEN AMY!" I exclaimed proudly. Amy broke down in giggles as she drew her cutlass.
She put on her most queenly face and strolled very "queenly" up to me. "Why thank you my most loyal Navy captain." I bowed. "Why thank you, your highness."
She laid the cutlass gently on my shoulder, "I dub thee, Lady Kris of the Knights of the Round table." I burst into laughter, "Why thank you King Arthur!" I exclaimed.
She also burst into laughter and collapsed next me laughing her head off. I laughed until my sides hurt and gasped for air as I tried to fight off the laughter.
Then an idea struck me. I jumped and strolled up to the tied up man. I quickly stripped off his coat (with much effort) I shook out the sand from the coat and placed my arms in it.
It was a little big but I LOVED IT!!! After turning around a bit in it, I bent and kneeled by the man. I smirked as I dragged him to the nearest tree. I tied him up there and turned to Amy. She had a confused expression her face. I smirked and started giggling as I turned back to the man.
I stood next to the tree and grabbed a hold off his bottom jaw. I made my best impression of a man trying to sound like a woman.
"OH! DEAREST KNIGHT! PLEASE COME TO MY RESCUE AND SAVE ME FROM THIS VICIOUS DRAGON!" I shouted in the most hilarious voice while moving his jaw to match the words.
Amy burst out laughing and fell to the ground. I laughed as well, but soon Amy managed to get on her feet and hold out her cutlass. Between giggles she shouted, "AH! HAVE NO FEAR MILADY! I WILL SLAY THE DRAGON AND RESCUE YOU!"
I bit my lip after picturing the man dressed in a gold and white gown tied to a wooden post, Amy dressed in a suit of armor, and a dragon with my head breathing fire.
But before I could do my impression of a dragon I felt a sharp pain in my hand that was holding on to the mans jaw. I immediately removed my hand from his jaw and looked at it. It had teeth marks in it and IT WAS BLEEDING!
"AMY!" I shouted looking up at her. "THE MAN! HE BITE ME!" Amy took off towards me as I looked at the man tied to the tree. He was blinking and trying to see us I guess.
I mean he was drunk too but I didn't know how drunk, but he must have been pretty drunk.
" 'oy me head." He moaned as he shut his eyes again. But they flew open and rested upon me and Amy as we sat there staring intently at him. He had a deep expression of shock and confusion as he stared at us.
"What the bloody hell are ye doin wearin me coat?" His words were slurred as if he was drunk, but he really wasn't. I blinked a few times realizing that he directed the question to me. I looked at the coat, then glanced up at him. "Well, that's just none of your business, savvy?" He grew red in the face after that comment of mine.
"WHAT THE HELL YE DOIN TAKEN ME WORD!" He suddenly shouted. Amy was shocked senseless and I just sat there and blinked. "AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL AM I DOING TIED TO A TREE!"
"Now that," I said casually as I stuck my cutlass in the ground as the man kept staren at me. "I can answer." I sat my self down next to Amy. Amy just stood there staring unblinkly at the man.
"AMY!" I shouted. She jumped in shock and glanced down all dazed at me. "Hmm?" I motioned for her to sit down. "Oh! Right." She sat her self down as well next to me so that we were both eye level to him. He sat there with an expecting expression.
"Well, to start off," I began, "me and my friend here were marooned on this island." The man sat there listening contently to our story. "So for 3 days we sat here," I continued but was interrupted by Amy. "And mind you, we were laying here on the beach for 3 bloody days drinking rum." The man burst out laughing after Amy said this.
I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. "That ain't funny." The man just gave a very charming and sexy smile. "Well luvs, that's what I would've done." It was my turn to smile as Amy pouted.
"Go on, continue with your story." The man urged. I cleared my throat. "Well, on the third night while me and Amy were drunk, you came stumbling along and pulled a pistol on Amy." As I said this he kept nodding.
"I see," the man said in a VERY sex way, "did I happen to shoot your young friend here." I shook my. "No, before you could've done anything I hit you over the head with my cutlass."
I frowned and rubbed the back of his, "So now I know were this bloody bump came from." He whispered mostly to himself. We sat there in an awkward silence and I became restless. So I stood slowly and stretched a bit, feeling completely comfortable with the man. But I didn't know his name yet. I couldn't just keep callin him 'the man'.
"So, what be ye name." I said walking around the tree. "Smith, or Smithy if ye like."
-Amy pov.-
"Smith or Smithy if ye like." This man was just so familiar, but I couldn't' put my finger on it. It was either the hangover, or those bloody sexy eyes. It was like he was staring right into your soul, judging you.
"Right, and me name be King Louis the 14th, now," Kris came around the tree and kneeled right in front of this "Smith" person. "Ye tell me your real name and 'll tell ye mine."
She held up her hand, "Do we have an accord?" "Smith" Looked as if he was fightin with him self. Like whether or not he should tell us his real name. Then, Kris put on her charm. She widened her emerald green eyes and puffed out her lip. She made whining noises. "Smith" sighed as if he was giving in. "Oh, alright. You have an accord. But ye must tell your name first."
"Fine," Kris said, "We have an accord." They shook hands, but when they stopped I noticed that "Smith" had a tight grip on Kris's hand. I also noticed them starin in each other's eyes very, VERY deeply. Kris and her green eyes would unnerve any person. But this man, whoever he was, wasn't unnerved at all.
I cleared my throat quiet loudly, and the two broke apart. "Well," I said cheerfully, "My name is Amiya Francis Finch." 'Smith' suddenly snapped his head in my direction.
"Amiya Francis Finch?" He repeated my name. I nodded.
"Daughter of John Jeremy Finch?" I kept on nodding, slowly. How did he know my father? What connections did he have with my father? But I guess he brushed it aside as he turned to Kris. But I didn't brush it aside at all.
"And what might be ye name luv?" He asked flashing that smile again, this time showing some of his golden teeth. Kris sorta pulled her tunic down and puffed out her chest proudly. She also put on a "kingly" face.
"I be Captain Kristen Isolde Hawke." She said proudly. "Say it, don't spray it," I whispered under my breathe. She was proud, TOO proud to be captain. Pride was probably her biggest weakness. It had been in the past.
3 years after we had ran away from London, we were attacked on the outskirts of Tortuga by an enemy pirate ship. Sinking the naval ship Jean had given us. We were of course captured but the crew fought hard along side us and we ended up killing the captain and his first mate. The crew swore loyalty to Kris and we docked the ship in Tortuga.
But Kris hated the ship with a burning passion. The ship just didn't suit her. So we spent maybe 3 months living in Tortuga. Me being a barmaid, and Kris got random jobs at sea. Then finally one night Kris got caught up in a gambling card game. A drunk put his ship in the pot. So, in the end the drunken man lost and Kris won his ship. Fair and square too. That was the surprising part. She didn't cheated at all during the game. Kris was so proud of her ship. It was a beautiful ship too. It had a deep cherry red wooden body and mast. The cabins were so exquisite and beautiful. The captain and first mate's quarters were fancy and beautiful. Deep cherry wood walls, gold curtains, golden furniture, cherry wood desks, and gold and white lace canopy beds. Stunning, absolutely stunning.
Kris also loved her ship cause of its sails. They were black. Just like her favorite childhood pirate legend. Black ship with black sails. Kris took extra care in her ship. She had the crew mopping the deck, she kept the kitchen very clean, all furniture polished, she even made sure the brig was clean. She even helped clean. She was very proud of Los Meurtos, she named it after the Spanish holiday that honored the dead. Day of the Dead she liked to call it, she even celebrated the holiday. She even made me and the crew take part in it.
After we won Los Meurtos we sailed around the world and our reputation spread. We became known as the ship that "Brought death on swift wings" cause of our elusive black sails. We were known to be vicious, un merciful, and down impossible to beat in combat. Kris and I gained reputations as being "Vampires" We were not only pirates but bounty hunters. But we usually hunted for criminals wanted dead. So, not only were we on the pirates good side, but also on the military's and towns people's good sides. We were also known as heros for taking criminals and killers off the streets.
Then it hit me. Like a dozen of cannons being fired at one time at me. The man, 'Smith', months before the mutiny I saw a poster of him hanging in a port not to far from Paris. His name, I can't remember his name.
"So, time to up hold your side of the bargain." Kris said hugging her knees to her chest. "What be ye name?" Smith sighed. "Captain Jack Sparrow," I gasped in shock.
Everything came flooding to me. His name on the poster, the reward amount being 4,000 gold pieces. Why he knew my father, cause he was a pirate my father was trying to catch him for sacking a port of his near Ireland.
"What's the matter luv?" Jack asked looking at me. I glanced up at him and shook my head. "Nothing, nothings-" I was cut short as somthin small and furry jumped from the tree above us. It land with a shriek right in between me, Kris, and Jack. I let out a scream as did Kris. Both her and me scooted backwards as the little furry thing scramble on the sand in front of Jack. Jack, with all his effort, was trying to get free and flee from the attacking thing. But stopped when he realized it was only a monkey. No bigger then a cat, and lager then a parrot.
I stopped screaming and rested my hand on my chest. "Its only a monkey luv." Jack called. But Kris was scrambling after the raging furball as it took off into the woods.
I rolled my eyes. "Where is she going?" Jack asked as he tried to see where Kris was going. I shook my head as I grabbed a hold of my cutlass and walked behind the tree that Jack was bound to.
"No where, just after that bloody monkey." I cursed. "Well, that is going somewhere." Jack replied I shook my head as I cut the ropes that bound his arms and the rope that bound him to the tree.
He came free and rubbed his wrist that were already drawing blood. I could hear Kris screaming her bloody lungs out in the distance. I could also hear the monkey screaming its head of as well.
"Why thank ye luv." Jack said as he sat down and continued rubbing his wrists. "Here," I whispered kneeling in front of him. "Let me see your wrists." I took a hold of wrist but he tried tugging the away. "Hold still!" I shouted ripping off a strip of white cloth of my very long dress. It was picked up in a raid in a port and it was to long for me, so it was nothing to lose a few inches off of it.
I grabbed a hold of Jack's wrist and started to wrap his wrist in the cloth. "You don't really need to do this." Jack whispered shyly. "I insist." I countered. I finished wrapping his wrist up and ripped another strip form my dress. I finished wrapping his other wrist when Kris came walking back to camp.
I glanced up at her as she plopped herself down on the beach next to me and Jack. She was hugging something close to her chest, something wrapped in Jacks coat.
It squirmed a bit and I did the only thing I could do. Scream and jump into Jack's arms. He was a little shock then he smirked. I glanced at him and realized what I had just done. I blushed, cleared my throat and got out of his arms.
Then I turned embarrassed to Kris. I was about ready to give her a real good scolding! "KRIS!" I shouted, but she cut me off.
"Before you start yelling at me and start blowing up in my face, stop and let me say what I wanna say." She huffed out in one breathe. I opened my mouth to comment back,
but Jack put a hand on my shoulder, "Go on, say what you wanna say." He waved his hand drunkly towards Kris.
Kris took a deep breathe, "Alright, first thing. This little guy," She pulled back some coat and a little monkey poked his head right out of it and stared at us with pink eyes.
WOW! PINK EYES! Not only did he have pink eyes, but milk white fur.
"This little guy is just a baby, not even a year old," I glared at her, "And how do you know that?" I asked. Kris shrugged, "Cause how small he is."
"Second, he is Albino, rare, another thing. I watched his mother follow me. Well, that was his mother I followed into the woods. But by the time I caught up with her, a snake had bite her and she died."
I felt my eyes water as I listened to Kris. This poor little guy, he was an orphan. My face saddened as I stroked his head. He had buried back into the contents of Jack's coat and had went back to sleep.
"Please can I keep him!??!?!" Kris exclaimed. She made a puppy dog face and whined. "Does she always do that?" Jack whispered in my ear. "Yep, all the time." I nodded.
"It has a weird effect on people." He said as he leaned away. God did his breathe smell bad. I looked at the begging Kris and looked down at the little baby monkey in her arms.
I sighed. "Alright. You can keep him." He was parentless right? I couldn't just let him die on this island. "YAY!" Kris shouted with glee. She jumped up and twirled around. She hugged the little monkey very gently.
"You got a name for him luv?" Jack asked. Kris stopped and thought for a moment. Then, "How about Nova?" She asked. Jack smiled, "I think that's a good name." I nodded in agreement. Kris smiled and twirled all around the island. But stopped as she faced the horizon.
She had a blank expression and she seemed to stare out at something. "GUYS!" She shouted pointing out to sea.
"LOOK! A SHIP!"
second chapter already, that was fast. I'm so proud of my self. well review please and I need your guy's help. Who do you think should be paired up with Jack?
Kristen? or Amiya? and should people pick Kris, then should Amy go back to Gillette? k ppl REVIEW AND U GET A COOKIE! hee hee can't pass that up can u?
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