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Origins of a Pirate

Chapter 7

Cut made his way down to the docks, avoiding as many people as he could, taking back allies and side streets instead of main roads. He didn't want to be recognized by anyone- especially Jack. If Jack ever found him, the older boy would be fuming, as Cut knew that Jack had taken on many of the family responsibilities and would be upset with Cut for abandoning his duties to his younger sister and father.

Cut reached the harbor by mid- afternoon. There were hundreds of sailors, merchants, and pirates bustling back and forth, going about their daily business. But which of them would hire a boy of just ten years of age? Suddenly, Cut noticed a man lounging in the corner, his hair gray with age and his face withered by sea salt. He looked like a pirate captain to Cut. The small boy mustered up his courage and decided to approach the man.

"What do ya want?" the sailor slurred in a strong Scottish accent, noticing the small child in front of him.

"Hello sir… are you by chance a… captain of a ship?"

"Aye. And why does that concern you?"

"Um… I was wondering… if you had a position for me."

The sailor studied the boy for a moment.

"Are you a strong hand at the mast?" The old man glared down at Cut.

"Yes." Cut lied, even though he had never set foot on a ship before in his life.

"Well then…" The Captain sighed thoughtfully, "Perhaps I can use ye as a cabin boy. My name is Captain Jones. Welcome to the crew of the Green Eyed Monster."

Cut smiled. He was on his way.

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Jack staggered back into the wall, his eyes intent on the horror before him.

"What… did… you… do… to… my… mother?" He breathed heavily, glaring at his father with a mix of hate and horror.

"She was just begging to see you again, Jackie. I could hear her, I could." Teague cradled the decapitated head closer to his chest as he sat cross legged on the hardwood floor. "So last night, I ran to the cemetery to bring her back. But I couldn't lift her up, you see. She… she told me that she just wanted to see you again… see you. So I brought back her eyes… her head. She says she's happy to see you. She missed you, Jackie. She wants to be with you forever."

Teague pushed the head towards Jack.

"Put. Her. Back." Jack growled.

"That's no way to speak to your mother. She can hear you, you know. Now take her, she wants to be with you."

"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" Jack ran out of the room as quickly as he could, slamming the door behind him.

With Jack gone, Teague turned his attention back to the severed head in his lap.

"I'm sorry Jack was rude to you, Delanie. I'm sure he didn't mean it. He was simply so overjoyed at seeing you again, that he didn't know how to channel his shock and surprise. But don't worry, my beautiful love, I will take care of you…"

Teague nuzzled the head, but with one whiff of the repugnant odor, it found it's way quickly back into his lap.

"My my, Delanie," Teague coughed, "When was the last time you had a bath?"

I hope this chapter was not as gross as the last one. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Enjoy :)