new story
Ok, so I know I don't post here often, but I figured I better do something, so here's a story.
Title: Hoist the Colors
Author: Barbossas_whore
Rating: T/some M later
Character: Barbossa/OC Jack/OC
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary: Barbossa, Jack, and young Katie must sail to Shipwreck cove to retrieve a certain property of Tia Dalmas, and they MUST under any circumstances, keep it from Beckett and the E.I.T.C.
Chapter One
“Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the
heave ho, thieves
Colors high…
And beggars, never shall we die…”
Sixteen year old Katie sang quietly to herself as she rowed up the eerie swamp. Crickets accompanied her in the background, chirping. She carefully pushed up the sleeves to her jacket, which was too big for her. It wasn’t even hers. Sighing, she spotted her destination ahead.
Fireflies were the only light around, allowing her only to see the dock where she tied the small boat. She climbed out and steadied herself on the solid wood dock. She climbed up the ladder and onto the narrow porch. Going over to the door, she knocked on it.
“Come in, child. I was expecting you.” a voice said from inside. She opened the door hesitantly and took a step inside. “You poor ting, look at you!” Tia Dalma came out of the other room.
“I’m alright.” Katie took off the coat and placed it over the chair by the table. Tia Dalma handed her a rag and she took it, wiping the dirt and grime from her cheeks, tanned from the Caribbean sun. She also took the silver hair brush offered to her and ran it through her wavy auburn hair, which was once silky and made up of loose ringlets. That too was changed by the Caribbean sun.
“Much better.” Tia Dalma muttered. Next she handed Katie a bowl containing some form of mush that Katie was not hesitant in the slightest to take and begin eating.
Pausing from shoveling the gray mush into her mouth, she looked up at Tia Dalma. “You summoned me here because you said you had a mission for me.”
“Yes. Have you ever heard of Jack Sparrow?” Tia Dalma sat across from Katie at the table and eyed her carefully.
“Once at Tortuga. He was looking for a ship. He’s like, Seventeen.” Katie said with a mouthful of food.
“And you’ve heard of Hecta Barbossa.”
“Of course. Who hasn’t? Legend has it the man could kill Davy Jones with one stab of his sword.” Katie looked back up when she heard Tia Dalma chuckle at this.
“I doubt anyone could kill Davy Jones, but that’s a story for another time.” Tia Dalma sighed.
“What do Jack and Hector have to do with the mission?” Katie set the bowl on the table and folded her hands neatly in her lap. Tia Dalma stared at her and opened her mouth and spoke almost silently…
“Your mission is to…”
IN TORTUGA
Katie sat on a stool in a bar. Where is he, she thought. Tia Dalma had told her that he would be here. Walking into the bar just as she had sat down with two drinks. She kept her hat down, to hide her face from the rest of the pirates.
She turned around and surveyed the room. Suddenly, she heard the front doors open and close. Almost the whole room went silent. She motioned for the bartender to give her two drinks and she set one out on the table. She happened to be at one of the closer tables.
“Captain Barbossa, do you mind?” her voice sounded low, and deep, imitating a male voice. She slid the mug of rum towards him.
“Not at all.” Barbossa grimaced and sat down next to her taking the mug. “May I inquire as to what yer name might be?” he questioned.
She turned her head sharply and tipped her hat up, revealing her young, feminine facial features to him. “Later.” she winked and smiled. He took in a short breath of surprise and nearly choked on his rum.
“You nearly had me there for a minute.” he chuckled. “Foolin’ me isn’t an easy thing, Miss…” he motioned for her to fill in the blank. She rolled her eyes and whispered.
“Katie.” she said quietly.
“No last name?” Barbossa grinned wickedly.
“My parents disowned me, so no. I have none.” she sighed.
“Let’s say, you and I continue this conversation on my ship.” he offered.
“Agreed.” Katie stood almost immediately. He stood as well. He was a foot taller than her, but that was to be expected. She was only thirteen. He chuckled at her appearance. Dirty face and hands, but yet she could almost pass for beautiful. Her coat hung down past her knees and the sleeves were a good six inches longer than her arms. Her boots were new, and fit just right. As were the rest of her clothes, safe for a few spots of dirt and grime. A pistol was tucked safely in her belt and a sword hung at her side.
She followed him out of the bar and down to the docks, which was not very far. She stayed a safe distance from him, not trusting him at the slightest. They reached a small row boat. He let her get in first and climbed in after. He picked up the oars and began rowing.
A large ship sat not far from shore, obviously too big to bring any closer. It glistened in the sparkling sea as the sunset cast pink and purple rays across the horizon. Katie knew her mouth was hanging open at the sight of the most beautiful ship she had ever laid her eyes on.
Title: Hoist the Colors
Author: Barbossas_whore
Rating: T/some M later
Character: Barbossa/OC Jack/OC
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary: Barbossa, Jack, and young Katie must sail to Shipwreck cove to retrieve a certain property of Tia Dalmas, and they MUST under any circumstances, keep it from Beckett and the E.I.T.C.
Chapter One
“Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the
heave ho, thieves
Colors high…
And beggars, never shall we die…”
Sixteen year old Katie sang quietly to herself as she rowed up the eerie swamp. Crickets accompanied her in the background, chirping. She carefully pushed up the sleeves to her jacket, which was too big for her. It wasn’t even hers. Sighing, she spotted her destination ahead.
Fireflies were the only light around, allowing her only to see the dock where she tied the small boat. She climbed out and steadied herself on the solid wood dock. She climbed up the ladder and onto the narrow porch. Going over to the door, she knocked on it.
“Come in, child. I was expecting you.” a voice said from inside. She opened the door hesitantly and took a step inside. “You poor ting, look at you!” Tia Dalma came out of the other room.
“I’m alright.” Katie took off the coat and placed it over the chair by the table. Tia Dalma handed her a rag and she took it, wiping the dirt and grime from her cheeks, tanned from the Caribbean sun. She also took the silver hair brush offered to her and ran it through her wavy auburn hair, which was once silky and made up of loose ringlets. That too was changed by the Caribbean sun.
“Much better.” Tia Dalma muttered. Next she handed Katie a bowl containing some form of mush that Katie was not hesitant in the slightest to take and begin eating.
Pausing from shoveling the gray mush into her mouth, she looked up at Tia Dalma. “You summoned me here because you said you had a mission for me.”
“Yes. Have you ever heard of Jack Sparrow?” Tia Dalma sat across from Katie at the table and eyed her carefully.
“Once at Tortuga. He was looking for a ship. He’s like, Seventeen.” Katie said with a mouthful of food.
“And you’ve heard of Hecta Barbossa.”
“Of course. Who hasn’t? Legend has it the man could kill Davy Jones with one stab of his sword.” Katie looked back up when she heard Tia Dalma chuckle at this.
“I doubt anyone could kill Davy Jones, but that’s a story for another time.” Tia Dalma sighed.
“What do Jack and Hector have to do with the mission?” Katie set the bowl on the table and folded her hands neatly in her lap. Tia Dalma stared at her and opened her mouth and spoke almost silently…
“Your mission is to…”
IN TORTUGA
Katie sat on a stool in a bar. Where is he, she thought. Tia Dalma had told her that he would be here. Walking into the bar just as she had sat down with two drinks. She kept her hat down, to hide her face from the rest of the pirates.
She turned around and surveyed the room. Suddenly, she heard the front doors open and close. Almost the whole room went silent. She motioned for the bartender to give her two drinks and she set one out on the table. She happened to be at one of the closer tables.
“Captain Barbossa, do you mind?” her voice sounded low, and deep, imitating a male voice. She slid the mug of rum towards him.
“Not at all.” Barbossa grimaced and sat down next to her taking the mug. “May I inquire as to what yer name might be?” he questioned.
She turned her head sharply and tipped her hat up, revealing her young, feminine facial features to him. “Later.” she winked and smiled. He took in a short breath of surprise and nearly choked on his rum.
“You nearly had me there for a minute.” he chuckled. “Foolin’ me isn’t an easy thing, Miss…” he motioned for her to fill in the blank. She rolled her eyes and whispered.
“Katie.” she said quietly.
“No last name?” Barbossa grinned wickedly.
“My parents disowned me, so no. I have none.” she sighed.
“Let’s say, you and I continue this conversation on my ship.” he offered.
“Agreed.” Katie stood almost immediately. He stood as well. He was a foot taller than her, but that was to be expected. She was only thirteen. He chuckled at her appearance. Dirty face and hands, but yet she could almost pass for beautiful. Her coat hung down past her knees and the sleeves were a good six inches longer than her arms. Her boots were new, and fit just right. As were the rest of her clothes, safe for a few spots of dirt and grime. A pistol was tucked safely in her belt and a sword hung at her side.
She followed him out of the bar and down to the docks, which was not very far. She stayed a safe distance from him, not trusting him at the slightest. They reached a small row boat. He let her get in first and climbed in after. He picked up the oars and began rowing.
A large ship sat not far from shore, obviously too big to bring any closer. It glistened in the sparkling sea as the sunset cast pink and purple rays across the horizon. Katie knew her mouth was hanging open at the sight of the most beautiful ship she had ever laid her eyes on.