A/N: Here is the second chapter. Woohoo…
Disclaimer: I do not own Chronicles of Narnia. Anyone who accuses me of this treachery shall face my rapier!
Summary: Aslan said in Prince Caspian that Telmar was once un-peopled until those six pirates came and inhabited it. This is that story.
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History
Chapter 2
The Island
They had faced an hour in that storm and were amazingly not sunken or drowned. The pirates kept a good hold of their ship and eventually steered out of its dark and beastly mouth. But the trouble wasn't over with yet. As soon as they were about ready to call it victory, they looked back and found the storm chasing them.
"This isn't no ordinary storm," Smits whispered in horror. No man had time to try and figure it out. They all unrolled the canvass sails and went down to the oars. They had to outrun the storm or risk losing the ship and their lives.
Jerome went back up to the nest and kept watching that storm. As he was watching something caught the corner of his eye. He turned away from the dark mass and saw a dark blue stretch on the horizon.
Land!
"Land! Land a-ho!"
"Did ye say land?" the captain yelled up at him.
"Aye cap'n! To the south and gaining!" Jerome yelled back.
"All right ye dogs! We go south with the wind! Keep rowin till we reach shore!" The captain ordered. Men cheered, but still worked.
The ship turned South towards the land and as they kept getting closer the storm kept getting smaller, whether they were moving away from it or it was disappearing into the air.
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Eventually the ship weighed anchor away from the shore. The pirates took rowboats and went out to the beach. When Jerome hit the sand he wallowed in it. The captain stood on the shore, his dark boots messy. He walked over and gave a swift kick to Jerome's side.
"Good job," he muttered before taking his sword and slashing through the vines and foliage.
"Men! Let's find water!"
All the men were tired, but none dared to argue with the captain. The captain led them through the dense forest of vines and palms and ferns. It was rough terrain, but suitable. After a half-hour of searching, when all hope of a drink was almost perished, the pirates heard a cheer. In fact they were many cheers. People were on the island and they more than likely had water.
The pirates followed the noise and found a small village of red natives. They were dancing and having a party. There was food and water and palm wine and music. The pirates knew that they hit survival.
Soon the all jumped out and plunged their swords into the native men's hearts and shot them down.
"Don't hurt the women!" yelled the captain. "We'll at least have some companionship while we're here!" The men laughed cruelly and started burning down everything. The women were taken by a man, one by one.
Jerome saw a woman a few years younger than him. She was beautiful with dark red hair and a modest wrap around her breast that hung down to above her knees. He lusted for her that instant and wrapped his arm around her.
"You'll be my wife." She didn't speak English so she did not understand. All the women were going to have to learn.
"Hey Smits!" Smits was drinking out of half a coconut and held onto a woman next to him. Smits saw Jerome's girl and lifted his cup up.
"Nice catch!"
Jerome and them just started laughing and drank from the coconuts. Every pirate got drunk off the palm wine that the wives made. Who cared about water when their best friend had come.
As drunk as they all were, it was amazing that they walked back to the beach. When everyone settled on the sand, the wives poured out more palm wine and the pirates drank more.
The next few moments were ghastly and full of lust so I dare not tell my readers what happened. After everything the pirates all passed out, but the wives stayed because they didn't know what was going on.
Jerome was glad with the day's events and was the first pirate to wake up the next morning. He saw that his wife, who he named Red, sitting a ways off and staring out at the open sea. She wasn't wearing her wrap and Jerome, by some new decency within him, found it and wrapped it around her shoulder.
Red looked up at him with inquisitive eyes and Jerome new that if they couldn't talk to each other, they were going to get nowhere. He crouched down and pointed at himself.
"Me Jerome."
The woman looked at his pointing and understood that he was trying to communicate. She put a hand on her chest. "Marigold." She then out her hand on his chest. "Jernome?"
"No, Jer-ome."
"Jer-oom."
"Close enough. My name Jerome. Name."
"Name."
Jerome nodded his head and he did that after every word she repeated.
"I."
"I?"
"Am."
"Am…"
"Marigold."
"Marigold."
"Red."
"Red."
"Jerome."
"Jer-oom."
"Good, say it again."
"I… am… Marigold… Red… Jer-oom?"
"Okay, My…"
"My."
"Hus-band."
"Huzzbend."
"Is."
"Is…"
"Jerome."
"Jer-oom."
"Say it again."
"My… Huzzbend… is Jer-oom."
"Good."
And all that day he told her words and she would repeat them. Jerome was so engulfed in his work that he didn't realize a fight had started on the beach and the pirates were drunk and passed out again. They stayed on that beach until Marigold learned the basics of English and Spanish and the others could talk to her. Smits saw what Jerome did and sought out Marigold. She was over a stone washing Jerome's shirt.
"Marigold?" he asked just to make sure it was her.
"Yes?" she answered, her voice rich with accent.
"I was wondering if you could talk to the other woman and teach my wife to speak."
"She does speak. Every day… she asks what is going on."
"Could you explain everything and teach her English and Spanish like Jerome taught you?"
"Why don't you teach?"
"I don't think she likes me very much."
"Do you know her? Do you know her name? Do you love her?"
"She hasn't been able to tell me her name because we don't speak the same language! Please just help!"
"Very well. I will help."
Marigold left the shirt she was washing and followed Smits to a black haired female who looked as if she had been crying a lot.
"You chose Camille."
"Her name's Camille? I've just been calling her Raven."
"I will speak to her." Marigold turned to Camille and looked her in the eye before talking.
Why you cry?
Bad men stole husband. I mourn for him.
This man is not bad man.
He helped kill men of our village.
This man named Smits. He like you.
I do not care if he like me. He force me.
I am sorry about old husband.
You should feel lucky Marigold. You not married when bad men came.
I am married now.
To who?
To Jerome. He is apart of this group.
You married bad man.
Once you get to know him, he is not really bad man.
So?
So, you should get to know Smits. He may not be bad man like you say. He may be good man among bad men.
Like your husband?
Like my husband.
So what am I supposed to do?
Smits would like you to learn new language so he can talk to you.
Can't he learn our language.
Camille, you know better than I that if you do not grow up with our language, it can not be taught.
Camille nodded. I understand. I will learn what language I am taught.
A/N: That's it for the chapter. Please review.