Chapter 2- The Ship
I'm so motivated XD I'm having a pirates of the Caribbean marathon for this story so I might finish these in less time then I thought XD I should stop posting chapters by twelve and probably won't post any more till a set number of reviews have happened. Maybe like every 20 reviews there are 4 chapters... Anyways, I hope you like the story so far and continue to like it as Teuta's character grows ^_^
"This be the ship?" asks Teuta as she looks up in wonderment at the ship ahead. "This be the Royal Fortune?"
"Robert's own ship... well, almost. It's one of Robert's fleets that he didn't really want," says Trueman as he looks up with her. The ship was light brown with white sails, a true contrast to the Black Pearl. It was decorated most tastefully with white and blues. It was really mind numbing for Teuta.
"So this is your ship?" asks the tall handsome man with golden-brown hair and dark eyes, as all five of them board it.
"Who... are you?" asks Teuta as he looks at the three men. "Who are all of you. Trueman! Who ar' these people?"
"Don't know Cap'tan," says Trueman as he looks around at the three. "They never said Cap'tan."
"Well then," says Teuta after a long pause. "Hop too it then! Tell us who you are!"
She sits on a post and looks at the three.
"What... now? Like right now!" asks the thicker man with jet black hair.
"Well of course now! What else would we be doing at this time?" asks Teuta.
"We could be sailing," says Trueman.
"Who's side ar' ye on ye one-eyed bow-legged blowfish!" says Teuta, her accent coming through more thickly the more she got angry. She started to roll her r's while emphasizing them.
"The side that pays! Just like ye told me Cap'tan," says Trueman.
"Right," says Teuta quickly appeased. "quick little blowfish ar'n't ye? Now why don't ye learn to swab the decks?"
"Doesn't pay as well as bad mouthin' the Cap'tan," explains Trueman.
"Are we going to waste all day talkin' about nonsense or ar' we going to set sail?" asks the handsome, tall man.
"Not till I get what I want," says Teuta as she leans forward
"Fine," grumbles the handsome, loud man. "William Turner the Third. My father has been sailing before I was born and continues to sail."
"He's Davy Jones's boy," explains Trueman.
"I don't like the sound of that,"says Teuta as she looks at Jack with suspicion.
"He could stop Davy Jones's from comin' after ye, " whispers Trueman.
"I think that's a good point."
"Of course it is, we also need him to sail the ship."
"Ay, ye do. Ye can't get out of port without me," says William, getting a little cocky.
"I don't like the sound of that..." says Teuta as she raises a suspicious eyebrow. "I guess he can stay."
"Ah Cap'tan!" yells Trueman energetically.
"I still don't believe ye be Captain Jack Sparrow's daughter!" says the thick one. "Captain Jack Sparrow never had children!"
"And how would you know?" accuses Teuta, a little annoyed.
"I am Jack Gibbs, sailed with Captain Jack Sparrow when I was younger," explains the thick one. "And I have never seen Captain Sparrow with a little child next to him."
"Oh... that's how," says Teuta as she walks across the deck and grabs hold of the wheel. "Well Mr. Gibbs! My mother, may she rest in peace, was Black Beard's daughter and was left on an island, for the third time, while pregnant with me. All she had was a gun with one bullet and her own name yet we were able to escape with our live, on the back of sea-turtles."
"But you're eyes," says the third handsome man. "They are blue while Angelica and Captain Jack's were brown. How do you explain that?"
"Well look at the smart one Trueman!" says Teuta as her Spanish accent comes through as her annoyance starts to increase. "As you all know blue is recessive and can only be visible if both parents carry the gene. Now my Father's Mother and my Mother's Father both had blue eyes, meaning they were both a carrier. That is how I got my sea blue eyes! Ah Trueman!"
"I don't think that's how it works Cap'tan," says Trueman, a little confused by the conversation.
"Guess not," says Teuta as she starts to think deeply for some reason. "Then call it magic. My grandfather was a voodoo master... or something... I didn't really know my grandfathers to be honest."
"Cap'tan!" yells Trueman.
"Trueman!" yells Teuta, a little annoyed as well.
"We should be settin' sail, t' soldiers be upon us soon," explains Trueman more calmly.
"Fine! You sir!" yells Teuta as she points at the last man.
"Ay!" yells the last man.
"What is you're name?" asks Teuta.
"Cap'tan!" yells Trueman, annoyed.
"Right! Host the anchor... I'll just call you Boy. Host the anchor Boy!" yells Teuta
"He has a name Cap'tan," says Trueman as the thundering of shoes could be heard on the port.
"Well this isn't the time Trueman! All hands on deck!" yells Teuta as her accent starts to get heavier.
"Ay Captain!" yells the crew as they scurry around.
"Man those sails!" yells Teuta as she walks up to the helm and takes it in her hands. She then pulls out a black compass that doesn't point north and pointed her wheel to it's direction. She gives a little smirk as the English Soldiers jump off the docks to catch them and falls into the water.
"Good winds we're having today, ay Trueman?" asks Teuta with a gleam of pride in it.