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You may not want to read this if you have a weak stomach...
Origins of a Pirate
Chapter 6
Cut had been living on the streets for three year, picking up various odd jobs and sharing food with mongrel dogs. The times had not been kind to him, the swollen bruises and cuts up and down the 10 year olds back was more than enough evidence of this. Looking up at the setting sun from under the stairwell, Cut reflected back on his life, or what little of it he had experienced.
He had no regrets about running away, however once in a while, while he was pruning someone's garden or painting someone's house he was jealous. Jealous of Jack. Jealous of Ginny. They both would get an education, get married, and become successful. Cut had forfeited these privileges of the upper class and wealth as soon as he stepped out the front door for the last time. Perhaps he could find a job and achieve a fairly stable life on his own. After all, influence wasn't everything. Cut knew that he needed to find a job soon, a job that didn't involve begging for money or stealing pies off of porches.
What was it Jack had said to him once so many years ago? Something about pirates…
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The sun rose slowly over the rooftop of the Teague household once again. The dismal mood hadn't faded away since the day Delanie died. Even though her death had been three years ago, memories of her still lingered in the air everywhere.
Jack was right when he had predicted the outcome of the family so long ago. Teague had almost gone completely mad with anguish and sorrow over the past several years. He often would wake his two remaining children in the middle of the night with loud, wailing sobs and cries of grief and utter nonsense. The merchant had recently turned to alcohol, with Jack quickly following in his footsteps. Although he was just thirteen- Jack already drank heavily. The burdens of raising a small girl and taking care of an absent and depressed father were enough to force anyone, not to mention a young teenager, to seek comfort in the mind numbing beverages. The children no longer went to school, but instead taught each other as best that they could.
One of Jack's many duties and chores around the house was to bring Teague his meals. Although the older man was able and strong, he locked himself in his room, and would not venture out, even for needed food and substances. Jack, not wanting his father to get weak, had taken up the liberty of feeding Edward as best that he could.
It was an ordinary steamy August day when Jack balanced a tray of lunch as he knocked on his father's study door.
"Dad," He coughed, readjusting his grip on the plate, "It's time for lunch. I have some bread and cheese for you."
"Come in Jackie. The door's open."
Jack pushed the on the door, and what he saw horrified him. Normally Teague would be sitting at the desk reading or writing. But what he was doing today was much different.
Teague was sitting crossed legged in the corner of the room, cradling what looked like… a decayed human head.
"Dad…" Jack trembled, gesturing at the decayed object in his father's arms, "What is that... thing?"
"My wife."
Yes, Teague is a grave digger. More details in the next chapter- which should be up soon. I hope I didn't make anyone lose an appitite. Enjoy :)