A/n: thankies to my reviewers..muah…
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC
Chapter Two: Pirates
I gasped, turned to look at both Will and Elizabeth and gasped again. I looked to the man in front of me. He grinned a toothy grin and waited for any one to speak.
"Ha! I'm not crazy!" I yelled throwing my hands up in joy. Will and Elizabeth turned to me then looked at each other and shrugged. I felt Elizabeth's hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at her.
"We believe you now…" she said quietly. I pulled my hands to my side and the sword was loose in my grip. I knew she was just telling me that so I could stop embarrassing my self. So I stopped and looked to see what would happen. Jack began to walk towards the docks. Elizabeth grabbed my hand and pulled me along. It would get me out of Port Royal.
They pulled me aboard a ship, which was huge. I stuck close to Elizabeth. She knew these pirates more than I did, I hope. The sword had fallen from my hands and I looked around the dark ship. The crew was hard at work, making the ship ready to leave the port. I tuned out Will and Elizabeth's conversation with their old friend and looked around the ship.
It began to move slowly and I clutched on to Elizabeth to keep my balance. I had been on a ship once before in my life but that was only two years ago. That's when my mother got sick. I hardly saw her before she died; I didn't want to see her. I spent my days, and nights for that matter on deck, watching the waves. I hated the sea for one reason. I took the life of my young mother.
"And what about you lass?" I heard Jack say from behind me as I stood at the stairs, looking at the burning town of Port Royal.
"Huh…" I said turning my head to look at the three.
"Are you able to sail under the command of a pirate?" He asked. I turned my head back to where I was looking before.
"A pirate? To tell the truth I disapprove of pirates more than anything. How about I sail under the command of someone who looks and acts like a pirate?" Yes, that was very difficult for me to say. If I had been not acting like not me then of course I would've climbed to the crows nest and shouted my answer back down. Of course, I'm trying not to act like me. I don't want these pirates getting the wrong impression. I heard Elizabeth laughing in the back round and held tight to the railing of the ship. I turned around a smiled at my two friends.
"I see your friend is one egg short of an omelet," I heard Jack whisper to Will as he leaned towards him. I frowned. That wasn't very nice.
"She exactly like you Jack, and it's scary." Will said back only this time louder. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Did I want to be here? Sure, I had always hoped for something more exciting, but this seemed to just be another ship taking us some where other than where we lived. I felt Elizabeth's hand on my shoulder and I turned to look at her.
"We should, change, Jack's got some extra clothes," I nodded and followed her down the Captain's Quarters. We walked in. It was a complete disaster. Almost as messy as the mess in Port Royal. There were rum bottles and maps every where. Not the mention it took Elizabeth and I about ten minuets to even find clean clothes. We changed and Elizabeth handed me an extra hat she had found that looked exactly like hers.
We walked back on deck; the crew was working harder this time. I followed Elizabeth up the stairs to the helm where we found Jack steering the ship. I watched from afar. He seemed concentrated and every so once and a while he'd bring out a compass, from which what I could see didn't point north.
The sea smelled familiar to me. I didn't mind it either. It made me smile actually. I leaned against the railing and trying to hear what Elizabeth, Jack and Will were talking about.
"Jack, now don't say such harsh things, she's standing over there…" I heard Elizabeth say.
"But I'm telling ye, I don't get a very good vibe from this one…" He didn't get good vibe from me? What in the world did that mean? I tuned them out. Pirate. That word….so familiar to me, yet I hated it. I closed my eyes. Night had fallen early and the moonlight made the sea before us sparkle.
"Ally…are you okay…" I pried my eyes away from the sea and turned to see Elizabeth watching me with concern.
"I'm absolutely fine…" I said, confusion written all over my face. Elizabeth then smiled, and leaned on the railing next to me. She began to talk, maybe she was talking to me, and I didn't notice, but I really didn't care at the moment. I was thinking, back in the port I had told Will I hadn't held a sword in my life. Which was true…I think.
"Ally…I'm going to bed, are you fine up here?" Elizabeth asked as she was half way down the helm stairs. I nodded, I wasn't completely fine, but I would survive. Time passed slowly as the night swept through. Jack was humming something quietly to himself and the night crew was working at a slower pace than the day crew. A few journeyed off to bed and I crawled up to the Crow's nest. Sleep over come my body.
The next morning I woke, my eyes fluttering open, slowly and heavily. It was dawn by the looks of it, I turned to the helm, Mr. Gibbs was there. Jack had probably stayed up all night.
"Yer name is Ally, right?" I heard a female voice from beside me. I turned; it was the female pirate I had seen that day before.
"Allison…" I said with out meaning to.
"I'm Ana…pleasure to meet some one like you…" She said, sitting next to me and fixing the hat on her head.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, turning my head quickly to look at her.
"Now, don't take it to offense. It's just you're a pirate pretending to be a lady. I've never met any one who was willing to do that." She continued a smile toying at her lips. I raised an eyebrow.
"And what, exactly would make you think I'm a pirate?"
"The way you look at the sea, or the horizon for that matter. And you chose to sleep up here, than down in a cozy bed. And because of that little number on your arm…" She said pointing to the scar that started from the back of my hand and made its way up to my shoulder. I've had it as long as I can remember, but the thing is, I don't remember how I got it. She then grabbed my hands and examined them.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull my hands away.
"Your hands have you not ever noticed how bad of scars you have on them…" I watched as she turned to leave. What was this nonsense she was talking about? A pirate? Me? I really don't think that's possible! I watched her climb down the ladder back to the deck. I began to climb down after her chasing her around the ship, until I finally got my words out.
"These scars…what makes you think I got them from being a pirate?" I asked, walking quickly next to her.
"Think about it…you couldn't have gotten those scars while playing out in your own back yard! Allison…that scar on your arm was probably too deep to be a scratch from a tree or something, and those on yer hands, they're from ropes, believe me, I have them too." This was poposterious! My father told me I got this scar from playing near the docks.
"I got these scars from playing near the docks!"
"And who told you that wild story, daddy perhaps! You don't remember half of your life do you?" She could've been right! What is she was! Dear god, could I actually be a pirate?
A/n: yes a bit fast, but… it was a spur of the moment thing. Review!
