Lydia glared at Jack.
"Well, if in fact ,Mr. Sparrow" "Captain!" He corrected. "righ...well if in fact, you do intend to keep us aboard your ship, a few things will need to happen." She said wrenching her hands away from the man who was holding them behind her back.
The two girls stared at their mother in shock. This was most certainly not the same woman they had known their entire lives. This was someone entirely different.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "And what might those…things be?" He asked slowly.
Lydia's face did not flinch, though she was in the presence of what the girls had thought to be the most fearsome pirate in the Caribbean.
"Well proper living arrangements for my girls,"
"Of coarse."
"Proper meals for us to eat,"
"Were you expecting us to starve you?"
"And that we remain unharmed, and untouched while aboard your…ship" She finished with a wave of her hand at the deck of the ship.
And Jack met every single one of her requests with an air of sarcasm. "Oh, now I'm not so sure about the last one luv, the crew might 'ave a hard time keeping their hands or of ya!"
The crew laughed and several of them lifted of there hands in agreement with a loud "Aye!"
The men that were holding Gabriella and Vicky pushed them away slightly before turning and going back to their work on the ship.
"We…we're stuck…on this ship, full of-of…pirates?" Said Gabriella in utter shock staring down at her hands though turning to face her mother once she had finished. "Pirates?!" she repeated again. A little louder this time, and with an air of hysteria.
Lydia looked at her daughters. "We'll get off at the next port girls. For now we don't have much of a choice." Lydia bended down to face her girls, a small, and forced smiled on her face.
Vicky just stared at her, bewildered. "We're screwed…aren't we?"
"Yeah, pretty much" came a voice from behind them. They all immediately looked around.
Behind them was a tall slim black woman. She was truly a beautiful woman, but most defiantly a pirate, which smothered some of her feminine charm "I be Ana Maria." She said while walking over to them. "Right, follow me."
The girls glanced at each other for a moment before standing up properly and following the woman below deck.
They stopped in front of a small wooden door, which Ana Maria pushed open for them. "You'll be sharing a room with me from now on," she didn't need to say it you could here It in her voice, as much as she tried to hide it. Ana Maria was most definitely glad not to be the only woman on this ship anymore.
Inside the room were two bunk beds. "Well, make your selves comfortable, your going to be 'ere a while." She said placing her hands on her hips as the woman entered the room.
She looked them over and then smiled. "Um…you'll want to make do with some 'oh my cloths, yours aren't very ship worthy," she indicated a small dresser on the other side of the room.
She suddenly stopped and looked at Lydia a bit closer. "'Ave we met before? You seem familiar," He said tilting her head to one side.
"I highly doubt so, uh…right…thank you!" Lydia said quickly turning away.
Ana Maria just shrugged and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Vicky climbed up to the top bunk in one of the bunk beds and sat in thought for moment. "Perhaps not all pirates are bad…" She said tilting her head and resting it on her hand.
"Are you mad? Of coarse their bad! We're being held hostage!" Cried Gabriella looking up into the bunk her sister had taken.
"Well only technically…"
"They raided our town for goodness sakes what more proof do you need then that?!"
"Well you know they didn't actually hurt anyone…they just kind of stole stuff."
"Vicky your-"
"Girls!" The sisters looked around to face their mother. "Honestly, now is not the time to be arguing!"
The girls bowed their heads in apologies. "Sorry…"
Gabriella climbed up to the second bunk as Lydia began looking through the cabinets for cloths that they could wear. "These should do, they might be a bit big for you girls, but we'll make do,"
Lydia laid out the cloths and climbed into the bottom bunk underneath Vicky. "Mom?" asked Gabriella quietly. "Yes?"
"You fight like hell."