Vicky was definitely not the prettiest flower in the bunch, that was a sister. However, when it came to smarts, she took the medal.
In one day, she already knew every thing about the ship, and every thing necessary to keep it up and running right, which was nearly impossible. At the moment she was sitting up in the crows nest, wear Jack had assigned her after receiving several complaints from his crew about the girl asking random questions, that the majority of the time they had no answer for.
She hummed to herself as she rocked from side to side with the swaying of the ship. Watching the pink and orange horizon. She was wearing a far to large coat but over the past few day's she had began to take notice of the fact that the weather was steadily growing colder.
She looked down and saw that the crew had begun a, what she assumed, could only be a drinking contest. She searched the deck for a moment before she found Jack sitting to the side, a stupid grin on his face and a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Aye!" The crew cheered as one of the crewmembers began flapping his arms like a bird and making cawing noises.
Vicky rolled her eyes and decided it would be best to just stay wear she was. She folded her arms over her chest. And look back out to the open ocean, drawing her coat tighter around her body. Wear is mother?
"Oh, they are so…uh!" Cried Lydia, a shiver running down her back. But some were inside her she could feel a small fealing of calm at the sight of the raving pirates. Odd, how this would make most frantic.
She could help but smile as one of the crewmembers ran by, chasing Ana Maria. "I've as about enough oh this!" She said suddenly whipping around and sent the man stumbling backwards and onto his back.
Gabriella walked up onto the deck, a book tucked under her arm. One of the few decent one's she had managed to find in the goods bellow deck. Most of which she supposed had been stolen to begin with.
"What on earth…?" She raised an eyebrow at the strange speculation of drunken pirates before her. She shrugged it off and walked off to the crow's-nest and began climbing up.
"Hey Vicky," She said climbing over the side of the wooden rail and into the small space that contained one chair that was now obtained by her sister, Vicky.
"I though you could use some company," She said leaning back on the rail and staring at the back of her sister's head. When she didn't respond she raised an eyebrow before walking over to her sister and looking at her face. "Vicky?"
A smile spread across her face when she saw that her sister was asleep, her head dipped forward and dark hair falling in her face. Gabriella stood back up and slowly made her way back down the long ladder and back onto deck. When she saw her mother she took a deep breath and headed towards her.
She stopped in front of her but was suddenly pushed out of the way by Jack Sparrow, who currently smelled a little too much of rum, and had too much of a swagger in his step. "So luv, how are you enjoying my…ship?"
He leaned in close as he said ship and then rocked back away, his breath making her wrinkle her nose. "Well, the view is uh…captivating, captain" Jack just raised an eyebrow at her.
"You want to know what I really think of your ship,"
Jack though for a moment. "Well, that is what I asked," He said still swaying from side to side.
"I think that your ship is dark, and scary, and your crew are all drunken fools, along with their captain. That is what I think of your dear ship," She spat grabbing the bottle of rum from his hand and smashing it on the ground.
"The rum!" Jack screamed falling to his knees next to the shattered bottle.
Lydia rolled her eyes and leaned down close to Jacks face. "Yes rum, next time you try to seduce a woman drink less of it."
Gabriella who had been pushed aside stared on in wonder. Her mother seamed to be having quite a lot of awkward moments with the captain. She watched in aw as her mother turned on her heal and walked down bellow deck were Jack was left staring after her. Is a way she felt sorry for Jack. He had just been rejected. It was equally as sad as it was funny.
Jack sat for a moment longer before he passed out and fell to the ground. Gabriella sprang from her spot against the wall. She looked down at Jacks face for a moment before she grabbed his arm and gave it a Tug. But he didn't rouse.
"Oh come on!" she said, annoyance ringing in her voice and apparent on her face. She gave another tug. This time she heard a grunt come from the other side of the unconscious captain and looked up to see a boy that couldn't be much older then she was.
When he saw her face he dropped Jacks arm and looked up at her. "Oh, uh, hi"
Gabriella stood there stunned for a moment. This boy was about six one, his hair was wavy and chockalott brown, coming down to his chin. His eyes were a dark green and his skin covered in freckles.
"Hi"
The boy smiled at her. "Names, John," He said quickly, holding out his hand for her to shake. Gabriella grasped it in her own. "Gabriella"