Disclaimer: I own nothing but Morgan and her friend who as of yet, is unnamed.
Author's Note: Another chapter up! Sorry it's short, and it's a little slow now, but it'll get better! I promise. XD
For a while her parent's death had been the talk of Tortuga, everyone gossiping about it and how they had never caught the man who had shot her father. By weeks end they all knew her name, all whispering the same thing, "Poor little Morgan, did you hear?" But for all of their 'concern' they did nothing, and she was left to survive on her own sleeping in the streets and eating out of the trash.
The teddy bear was the only thing Morgan had of her old life and she held it to her chest every night while she slept, every night while in her dreams turned into nightmares, and that face she saw turned more and more monstrous.
For a while she tried to make an honest living, picking up jobs wherever she could, mostly she made deliveries, or did the odd chore for anyone who asked. But that was no way to make a living, especially not in Tortuga. But by the time she was desperate enough, not to mention hungry enough, to steal, the perfect opportunity presented itself.
Morgan was taking a short cut through a pub, trying to get to her usual sleeping place, a small alcove in an alley, before it go too dark and all of the heavy drinkers began flocking to the bars. The fights they started at night made it nearly impossible to get anywhere in town, even if you were as small as she was. She usually didn't like going into places like this, but Morgan was in a hurry and almost didn't notice the three things happen simultaneously: her stomach growled causing her to look up and around for any scraps of food, while she was looking around she noticed a man left his tab on the counter, and the barkeep turned his back to inspect a rather voluptuous woman in a low cut dress walk through the door.
She didn't think and she didn't look back; she just took the money and ran.
The hand that had taken the money and the feet that had ran away seemed so alien to her during the whole thing, and it seemed that only now she was catching up with her body. Morgan looked at the money in her palm; it was enough to buy food for at least two days, she quickly stuffed it into a hole in her teddy bear, no one would check there. Over all, she was so caught up in the fact that she had just stolen, not to mention the adrenaline rush that came with it that she had failed to notice a figure follow her out of the bar and come up behind her, watching Morgan's every move.
"I saw what you did," A voice said, low, smooth voice. Morgan thought that her heart would stop right there, she was too frightened to speak as images of punishment flew through her mind, each more painful looking than the last, so she merely turned around and looked up at him with frightened grey-blue eyes. The boy that stood in front of her had brown eyes with flecks of green, curly brown hair that went down to his chin, and lightly tanned skin with a few light freckles pinned to his nose, and he had a mocking smirk on his lips.
When he saw that she had no intention of speaking, he went on, "What's your name?" he asked.
"M-Morgan," she stuttered out.
"Morgan, eh?" He rubbed his chin for a minute in though before speaking again, "You're pretty fast, you know," he gave another, nicer, smile, "Come on," he said emphasizing with a head motion. He turned to leave, but saw her hesitate, "Or would you like me to take you back inside so you can explain yourself to the barkeep?" At this she shook her head vigorously, blonde hair falling in her face. This time when he turned to leave, she followed him through the increasingly crowded streets of Tortuga.
Continued…