Origins of A Pirate
Chapter 11
Edward Teague was not a religious man. The fancy more well to do church goers scorned him like the pox whenever he did decide to go- it seemed as if they couldn't look past their powdered wigs and snuff boxes to see the depressed man trying to catch a wink of sleep in the back pew. It's not like he didn't want to believe… he just couldn't. Not after what had happened to his beautiful Delaine.
It had been nearly twenty five years since Delanie Teague had looked at her husband. The humbled man, hidden behind the scraggly dreadlocks and layers of tattered clothing, was waiting in vain until the day that she would open her beautiful brown eyes once again. Her once chocolate brown hair hung in locks around his belt, being glanced upon every few minutes, in the hopes that it would come back to life- bringing joy to the entire family which had been rid of such luxuries for so long. He was sure that one day his wife would be back where she had always belonged- his heart. Teague knew that that day would be the happiest of his life. That would be the day that he would believe.
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A father and his two children were walking down the streets of Port Royale for the last time together. The air seemed to longingly mourn the passing, yet on this dreary day, no mortal soul was present to see them go. They all hauled small yet heavy sacks along the cold cobble stone streets, trying to be careful to not drop the contents. These bags contained the only memories that each had chosen to bring with them, for their new life, for their new home, for their new adventure.
Each of the three boarded the small schooner slowly, relishing their last minutes in the place they had always called home.
The smallest of the three, Ginny, looked towards the docks with sadness filling her eyes, "Bye housey!" She wailed, the tears beginning to flow.
An older boy slowly dropped his bag onto the wooden planks of the ship and turned to face the Port which he had loved yet scorned for so long. He wiped a single drop of salt water from his cheek, which he convinced himself to be sea water. Jack knew that thirteen year old boys didn't cry.
"Bye mum." He sighed as he took one more look towards the small graveyard in which his mother's body (minus the head) had been buried.
Both children slowly turned around to glance at the man standing behind them, expecting him to say his good-byes. The man who was leaving his entire profession behind. The man who was leaving his entire world behind. The man who was leaving his wife behind. Their father.
But Edward Teague stayed silent.
Oh so silent.
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Alright, I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I have exams coming up next week and well... I wrote this while I was "studying" *cough cough* Anyways thanks to everyone who has reviewed especially IheartJohnnyD. Enjoy the story! i'll be able to update alot more frequently once i'm on summer break. :)