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Author's Note: Yay another new story! Since you all know I LOVE pirates, I thought I would make a pirate type story, just to give you all a different thing to read other than superhero nonsense.
Review me or email me with your opinion on whether I should continue or not!
Thanks loves!
PIRATES, SAVVY
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ONE
"If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it."
-Captain Jack Sparrow
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I lifted the hem of my dress up as I walked in my heels across the soft green lawn. I had dropped my croquet mallet on the ground in anger and rushed off in the opposite direction of my best friend, Teddy Andrews.
“Winnie! Please come back, I didn’t mean to call you fat! I meant it in a different way!” he yelled to me and threw his mallet down on the ground too. I lifted my chin and walked a little faster, picking up my hem higher as I walked. Actually, it was more of a strut, but who was noticing anyway.
“Winnie! Slow down, please!” Teddy begged and I heard him trip once. I smirked to myself in self satisfaction. Teddy grabbed my shoulder and took a firm grip on it, numbing that side of my body.
“Theodore DO let go!” I pleaded to him and he let go, mouth open slightly.
“Theodore? You haven’t called me that since the first time we met, and we were three - that was fifteen years ago. Now please listen to me,” he groveled. I rolled my eyes.
“Fine.” A smile swept over his face and he got up off the ground and brushed the dirt off of his trousers. He took my hands in his, which is how he always apologized to me and of course it was the proper way.
“Winnie didn’t mean to call you fat, you are far from it and you know it. The only large objects on your body are the bosoms being suffocated from your corset. Please forgive me?” he asked and brushed away a chestnut colored locked of curled hair that had fell from my sun hat.
“Alright,” I said and he gave me a small hug which took my feet off the ground. I held onto the sun hat that was covering my porcelain skin and he helped me adjust it.
“If only you had gotten your mothers dark skin, you take right after your father,” he said and adjusted the hat so that it covered my whole face. It was indeed true, I do take after my father. I had his porcelain skin which was easily damaged by the sun and his dark gray eyes. The only things I had inherited from my exotic mother was her dark curly brown hair and the few freckles dotted along my nose. I sighed as Teddy and I walked back over to the cottage that was set up on top of a hill and over-looking the ocean. We took a detour and slipped down the side of the cliff where a small beach was perched below the cottage.
“Isn’t it beautiful? I wonder what it would be like to live out there,” Teddy began kicking a few sea shells with the toe of his boots. I scrunched my nose and took in the salt water scent.
“Why? It’s dirty and always too hot and the salt water, positively revolting,” I shot back at him and he just shook his head at me.
“Winnie sometimes I wonder how you became so spoiled. You have beauty, intelligence, a wonderful mansion a few homes from mine, and still you’re not happy.”
“Teddy I don’t want to live a filthy life, that’s all I’m saying. I’m very happy with the things I have,” I came back at him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and walked me over to where the water met the sand. I felt the rush of water get into my shoes as the tide came in. I let out a yelp from the icy water and grabbed Teddy’s arm.
“You see? You’re afraid of being dirty,” he said and unclenched my hand from his arm. I fixed my dress and lifted the hem so that no water got onto the chiffon fabric.
“No I’m not,” I corrected him and walked away stubbornly. Another inheritance from my father.
“Winnie, if there was one wish I had it would be to condemn you to a life of piracy,” Teddy said and I stopped dead in my sandy tracks. I turned around to face him with a baffled expression on my face.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, a life of piracy. And that doesn’t mean only stealing, you would have to live on a ship with real and dirty pirates and live on the salt water, for the rest of eternity,” Teddy said while crossing his arms, smirk upon his face. I squinted at him through the sunlight and walked over to him.
“Take. That. Back.”
“Never,” he sneered and took off in a run back up the hill to his cottage. I lifted the hem of my skirt and chased after him laughing as he tripped and rolled back down the side of the hill. He rolled right past my feet and into the sand a few yards away. He didn’t move as he lay in the sand face down in what looked like a very uncomfortable position.
“Teddy!” I called out to him, no answer. “Teddy stop playing games.” No answer again. I tumbled back down the hill, skirt still lifted and right over to where Teddy was laid in the sand. I nudged his shoulder, but still no movement.
“Teddy!” I screamed and pushed him over onto his back. He was laughing uncontrollably and it spread a smile across my face.
“Teddy that wasn’t nice. You gave me quite a fright!”
“Oh really? A fright, good,” he said while he stood up and brushed the sand out of his jacket and trousers. He held out his hand and I took it and he helped me stand up. I brushed off the sand that had gathered on my dress and saw that the sun was setting over the ocean.
“I should be getting back home,” I said and began to walk up the hill.
“I’ll walk you home,” he said and walked me home just as the sun was setting over the ocean. We reached my gate and as I unlocked it he turned the other direction to walk back home.
“Good night Teddy,” I called to him and he turned around, smirk upon his face.
“Night pirate,” he said and walked into the darkness. I kicked the gate open out of rage and stormed up the cobblestone pathway to the front door. Two guards were seated outside our front entrance as usual and I greeted them both.
“Pirate, I’ll show him pirate,” I mumbled to myself as the guards let me inside and I slammed the door. I walked in to find mother sitting in the parlor reading some book near the fire in her favorite armchair.
“Evening mother,” I said and stormed right past her and up the spiral staircase to the next level.
“Evening Winifred dear, wash up and get ready for bed,” she said. I leaned over the railing to hear her but paid no attention to anything else as I walked to my bathroom a few doors down. I pushed open the door and threw off my sun hat. I looked into the mirror to find the petite girl that was to be condemned a pirate by Teddy Andrews.
“Poppycock,” I said and inspected the girl in front of me. There was no way that her fragile frame could weather the harsh winds and heat. Her dark brown barrel curled locks laid right over her chest in a neat order and she pushed away a few that were hanging in her face. I splashed some water in my face along with some imported soap from Barcelona and walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway, turned a few corners and then walked into my bedroom and shut the door. I quickly stripped off my dress and corset, finally being able to breathe. I took one look at my window that was facing the ocean and walked towards it, fascinated. I tore away my gaze again and I slipped on my nightgown just as my maid came in with clean sheets.
“Miss Jett may I ask what you’re doing?” she asked. I snapped my gaze away from the window I was looking out of and looked at her.
“Nothing, just looking.” She nodded her head and set up my bed for me and finally walked out. I walked back over to the window and moved the curtains a little bit more so that I could look out at the ocean. I opened the window slightly and inhaled the ocean breeze.
“Winnie, if there was one wish I had it would be to condemn you to a life of piracy.” Teddy’s words were still burned into the back of my mind. I shook my head in disapproval. I’m not a pirate, nor will I ever be. There came a knock at my door and I shut my window quickly.
“Coming!” I said as I hopped into my bed and pulled up my covers. My mother came walking through the door in her nightdress looking beautiful as always.
“All ready for bed darling?” she asked me. I nodded to her, glancing at my window suddenly to find it open slightly. Damn that lock, I needed to get that fixed. My mother pulled the quilt up just a little farther until it touched my chin.
“Mother, may I ask where father is?” She was hesitant as I asked that question. I knew my father worked late nights seeing that he does work for the English government, but never this late at night. I normally hated my father working late nights (he always walked in so late and made so much noise!), but somehow tonight I enjoyed it. As much as people said I took after him with his strong will and stubbornness, I despised him with every bone in my body. He was never proud of his daughter for my accomplishments, and he was never on my side when my mother and I argued. He was always gone on his “trips” but I knew he was out drinking and not doing business. My parents marriage was falling apart due to him. He often got into violent rages to my mother or I and stormed out of the house and took the carriage. My mother was forced to raise an eighteen year old daughter all on her own (with the help of a few maids) and my father didn’t have a care in the world. The two things I cared about the most is if he came home drunk and took his anger out on me, and that I hated him.
“He’s out doing business with some of his employees, he should be home really soon,” she said and her eyes got wide. Something didn’t seem right, but I kept glancing over to my window which was opening even more from the wind coming through. She paused for a moment and then walked towards the door blowing out a candle on her way.
“Good night Winifred,” she said and shut the door. I waited until I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore and got out of bed and tip-toed over to the window pane. I opened the window up really wide and leaned out to look at the beach under my window a few yards ahead. I inhaled the ocean scent and leaned out a little farther so that I could put my hands on the shingles on my roof. All I could hear was the waves hitting the shore and I decided to do something drastic. I took one look over my shoulder to make sure my door was closed and I gently walked onto the shingles and then finally I was standing on the roof. The shingles felt like ice underneath my bare feet and shivers were sent up my body. The wind ruffled my nightgown and blew my hair, and all I knew was that I was a total bad ass. I walked along the roof with my back against the brick walls, wind blowing my curled hair everywhere. I walked until I was over the courtyard and I could see the ocean more clearly. Afraid of getting dirty eh Teddy? I thought to myself as I walked along the shingles. I walked a little further and ducked under my mother’s window, heart racing at the speed of light. She took no notice as I crawled on my knees, holding my breath and praying that she didn’t want some fresh air. I walked a little further, the wind blowing me in a few directions each time until I finally was in a clear spot to jump down. I was just about to swing down on our grapevine, when I heard voices.
“Harlow I told you, I didn’t get the imports in yet!” one man said. He sounded alarmed and the other had slurred speech, almost like a pirate. I held my breath trying not to make any noise.
“Jett I told you a few weeks ago that I needed those Indian silk imports, or else!” the other man said. Jett, who was this man talking to?
“Listen, Captain Harlow I tried but they just wouldn’t sell me them so I had the boys go in and steal them, now a few are stuck in jail and I’m silk-less,” the other man said. Captain? The other man HAD to be a pirate, he had to be.
“Randall Jett I told you that you had a deadline, as well as debt to be paid to me. So here’s the deal, either you get me that silk within the next 24 hours or I come and get the debt paid off for you,” the pirate sneered inching in by my the other man’s face. I took in a sharp breath and covered my mouth quickly. Randall Jett was my father, my father making deals with a pirate! The pirate looked up at the roof and drew a pistol from his pocket.
“Jett is there someone spying on us?” Captain Harlow asked, pointing his gun in my direction. I flattened myself against the brick wall and held my breath. My father shook his head and Harlow lowered his gun.
“No, Captain Harlow there is no such person here. I promise I will have that silk within the next 24 hours,” my father said and Harlow nodded his head.
“Very well,” Harlow said and turned on his heel, holding down his hat as he strutted off. My father leaned against the wall and began to walk the other direction and into the house. I took a few running steps and slowed down to duck under my parent’s window, and then ran a few more. I stumbled a few times and then found my room with the window open. I climbed through and pushed the curtains out of the way and held them as I fastened my window shut tightly this time. I ran back into bed and heaved the covers up to my chin as a knock came at my door. I heard the door open and boots walk over the hardwood floor. A crack of light appeared on the ground and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Winifred darling?” I heard my father question me. I pretended to be asleep and I opened my eyes.
“Hello father.”
“How are you sweetie?” he asked me and brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes.
“Fine, is it going to storm or something? I thought I heard voices outside, or maybe it was the wind...” I trailed off. My father’s face faded to a ghostly white and he stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh nothing it was just the wind, now go back to sleep,” he said. Liar. He leaned down and kissed my forehead but I turned away. He lingered a few more minutes and then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Winnie are we going to do something?” he complained and threw the book at me. He missed and it hit the arm of the chair I was sprawled out on.
“Just for that, no.”
“Come ON Winnie!” Teddy got up and took the cook book out of my hands.
“Stop thinking of your stomach, it’s almost time for me to leave. Mother wanted me to help her out around the house,” he said. He had a point, it had already gotten dark and had to leave soon. It was very improper to have a young man be at a lady’s home after 9 ‘o’ clock in the evening. Since my mother was out for the evening with friends, Teddy and I were able to do whatever we wanted - we just didn’t have any ideas. Teddy helped me up off the chair and I picked up the book.
“Will you go put this back in the kitchen for me? I need to talk to my father for a second,” I told Teddy. He took the book and walked in the other direction to the kitchen. I walked over to my father who was sitting on a chair and looking out the window in the other room. I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. He was leaning on his hand and looking out the window in the dark.
“Daddy,” I started out. He didn’t look my direction at all.
“What do you need Winifred?”
“I just wanted to know what was bothering you,” I said quietly. He turned around and faced me, a sad look on his face.
“Are the doors locked?” I nodded. My father gave me a weak smile and Teddy appeared in the doorway.
“Evening Mr. Jett,” he said and gave a slight bow. My father acknowledged Teddy and he walked me out of the room.
“Sorry Winnie, I was getting worried about you in there. It’s not like I don’t trust your Dad or anything..” Teddy trailed off. He didn’t really trail off for a specific reason, a knock at the door interrupted his sentence. My father came flying out of his chair and ran over to the door.
“Do not answer that!” he screamed. He raced over to the door which was being pounded on by what sounded like a chorus of fists.
“Take Winifred and hide Theodore!” he yelled. I took a quick glance at Teddy who grabbed me and ran behind the chair I was sitting on a few minutes ago. I peeked out from behind the chair and watched my father open the door. In the doorway stood a pirate towering over my stout father.
“Good evening Randall,” he said. My father swallowed something and removed the hat on his head to reveal his white wig.
“Evening Captain Harlow.”
“Did you get my imported silk?”
“Well about that,” my father stuttered. Harlow gave him a bored look and then grabbed him by the shirt collar.
“Listen Jett, I gave you twenty-four hours to get that silk for me. And here I am with no silk from you, and you’re still in debt,” Harlow said. My father cowered in fear and walked a few steps backwards.
“Captain, sir, I tired. I am sorry, I truly am.”
“Jett there is no time for apologies, we discussed this. Now I am paying off your debt for you,” he sneered and drew his gun from its holster on his right hip.
“Harlow no! Please!” my father pleaded. At that moment my mother’s maid ran down the stairs, holding on to the railing for dear life.
“Randall Jett may I ask who...” was all she could finish before Harlow’s bullet made contact with her skull. The roar of the bullet coming from his gun sounded like a pack of lions going in for the kill. She hit the ground with force and fell down the stairs and landed on the last step, bleeding freely. I let out a high pitched screech and began to crawl out from behind the chair. Teddy grabbed my legs but I kicked back at him and crawled out into Captain Harlow’s view. Bad idea.
“Winifred,” I heard my father hiss at me. I gave him a weak look and crawled back behind the chair. Captain Harlow had a sly grin on his face and walked slowly over to where I had my face buried in Teddy’s chest. I felt his presence linger over my head and I felt Harlow’s hand close down upon the back of my dress.
“Look what we’ve got here,” he said and lifted me to my feet. I crossed my arms and jutted out my lower lip, completely pissed that he was going to rip my dress. Teddy shoved himself backwards and hid under the table next to the chair. Harlow had a firm grip on the back of my dress and my feet were off the ground. He walked over to the middle of the room and dangled me in front of my father.
“Randall you never told me you had such a fine lass for a daughter,” Harlow said. He inched near my face, letting me see every pore on his skin and every piece of dark eye make-up that was painted upon his chocolate brown eyes. In the dim light he looked almost like a demon out of hell, dangling an angel in thin air for an innocent mortal to grab. My father stared at me, hate and anger in his eyes.
“I-I-I don’t know who this girl is,” my father said and looked at the ground. My mouth fell open and my gray eyes grew wide.
“What?!” I shrieked and started kicking in my father’s direction. No matter how hard I kicked Harlow still had a firm grasp on me. My father didn’t make any eye contact with me, he kept studying the wood floor boards in the parlor we were standing in.
“Are you sure Jett? You’ve never met this girl before?” he asked my father. He shook his head and my face began to feel hotter than the fire in the fire place.
“Never, she works in the kitchen. She means nothing to me or my family,” he said. I wanted to rip out every vein in his body at that moment, and some pirate wasn’t going to stop me. I began to fling myself about and did every possible thing to free myself from Captain Harlow’s grip. Nothing worked. Damn pirate.
“Good, then I can take her as a portion of your debt?” Harlow breathed to my father.
“Yes,” he said. I could not have hated my father any more than I did at that moment. Forget the constant abuse of alcohol and harm of my mother and I, this had taken the cake.
“No!” I screamed and resumed kicking and screaming. Harlow took a few good looks at me and then took out his gun. He clicked it a few times and then held it up to my chin. I shut up within seconds.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. I cringed at the thought of a man being so close to my skin, it made goose bumps pop up. I saw Teddy crawl out from under the table and stand up next to the chair. I shook my head at him as he clenched his fists, enraged.
“Thank you Jett for being so gracious and for this gift,” he said pointing his gun at me. I swallowed something that was growing in the back of my throat. Teddy walked a few paces foreword and then stopped. I shook my head at him one more time and he just shook his back. I shut my eyes, tears brewing hotly inside them. They slipped silently down my face and I shoved my face into my hands. Harlow took notice of Teddy and rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, what do you want?” he sneered at Teddy.
“Let her go pirate,” he said and walked a little further.
“The name’s Captain Elliot Harlow boy, and its most-wanted pirate. Not just pirate,” Harlow replied. Teddy rolled his eyes back at him.
“Whatever, just let the girl go,” he said. Harlow clicked his gun and had it ready for the trigger to shoot out bullets with even the slightest touch. Teddy didn’t flinch.
“Teddy just stop,” I said through tears falling down my face. Harlow let my feet fall to the ground and wrapped his arm around my neck.
“You know this boy? Is he the milkman?” Harlow said with a chuckle. I glared at him with menacing eyes.
“Shut up,” I spat at him. His eyes grew wide and a smile was planted on his face.
“Fine, be a little bitch. Boys! Get in here and tear apart everything on the lower level. Steal anything that you can, and shoot anything also,” Harlow instructed. Pirates came barreling through the door at lightning speed with guns pointed and swords drawn.
“Oh yeah, and kill the boy,” Harlow said. He picked me up and threw me over his left shoulder. I began to kick and scream and bite and punch anything that came in my way. I watched as pirates tore apart my home letting candles drop to the floor and burn, tables pushed over, vases broken, maids being shot, and curtains ripped. My father sank to his knees and began to weep as his house was torn apart and pirates ran rampage through it. I saw Teddy try and punch pirates away and before I knew it one had cracked him over the head and he had fallen to the ground, dead.
“Teddy!” I screamed, but no one answered. Not this time. My father didn’t give me a passing glance as he sobbed in the middle of the parlor and pirates began to follow their captain out of the Jett Manor. I kicked and screamed and cried as loud as I could, trying anything to loosen my body from the horrid pirates grip.
“Oh shut up!” Harlow said and “accidently” ran my skull right into the doorway on the way out.
“Hello miss.” It was a boy. It took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dizziness but my vision came back. It was indeed a boy, who looked about my age and dressed in a white long sleeve shirt that had been rolled up to the elbows and hung out of a pair of black pants. His brown, almost black, hair fell in front of his crystal blue eyes which made his tan skin look golden. I shook my head and drove out the ideas sprouting in the back of my head.
“Oh, hello,” I replied back to him. He smiled at me and held out his hand. I took it and shook it slowly, trying not to lose my balance.
“I’m Tanner Greene, cabin boy on this ship.”
“Ship?” I asked, confused and now frightened.
“Yes, you are now a member aboard Captain Elliot Harlow’s cursed pirate ship,” Tanner said. I blinked a few times at him and then looked out the window again. No land, just water and birds. Shit.
“You weren’t kidding,” I told him. He laughed at my dry humor and then tried to help me up.
“Come and see your new crew members for the rest of forever,” he said and pushed open the door, his free hand holding me up. I took a gaze at the hustle and bustle on the pirate ship. A few men were arguing with one another, pushing the other out of the way. A few were washing the decks, hoisting the sails, and singing or dancing. There had to be about 20 pirates aboard this ship at most, not including Tanner. One thing they all had in common, despite their differences, was the bottle of rum in their hands.
“Captain! Milady’s awoken!” Tanner called to the captain who was standing above us, steering the boat. He slid down the railing with a smile on his face, sword drawn.
“Good, thank you Tanner,” Harlow said. Tanner shut the door he was holding open and moved out of the way. The crew became silent as the ship rocked back and forth to the waves. I stood with my head held high, not willing to back down this time.
“Good morning,” Harlow said to me. He used the tip of his sword to push me out into the daylight, for everyone to see me. I clenched my jaw and eyed him with anger and vengeance in my eyes.
“I said good morning,” Harlow said into my ear, making goose bumps appear again.
“Good morning,” I said through my teeth. He smiled at me revealing yellow but straight teeth, a gold on stuck in his top row. He smelled of alcohol and ginger, a good combination. He stepped into the sunlight, and I was finally able to see the most-wanted pirate in the seven seas.
Captain Harlow was a tall man, standing at about six foot exact. His black hair was braided into dread locks and his brown eyes were heavily made up with black make up. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with a black vest slung over the shoulders which made his skin even tanner than it already was. His brown pants were held up by a best with numerous things attached to it such as his gun and sword along with a mad and his trusty compass. He wore a red bandana over his black hair and a hat over that to add effect. To top it off he had slight facial hair above his upper lip and chin accompanied by a goatee. He had a black coat over all of that gear and I blinked at him.
“She speaks. Tell me girl, what is your name?” he asked me, walking around me in circles.
“Winifred Jett. Daughter of Randall Jett, over-seas salesman,” I said. Harlow’s expression became blank when he heard my father’s name. He handed his coat over to Tanner who took it and placed it in Harlow’s cabin. Harlow’s muscular form could be seen through his rippling white shirt and partial vest. I swallowed some more saliva that was gather in my mouth.
“Jett, eh?” I nodded. He continued to walk circles around me, mumbling to himself.
“Father’s chin, mother’s lips, father’s high cheek bones, mother’s dark and curly hair, mother’s hips, father’s eyebrows, mother’s shoulders, mother’s. . .” he stopped for a moment to stare at my cleavage and then looked at me. “Bosoms, and father’s dark eyes. You’re a Jett alright. Now tell me Miss Jett, why did your father give you up?”
“Because he’s an ass,” I spat back at him and Harlow stopped walking circles around me. A smile cracked across his face and he leaned in, his cheek touching mine. More goose bumps ran down my skin, and right now I wasn’t able to tell if they were out of fear or another feeling. A few of the crew members hollered at a lady swearing but no one else took note of it.
“Yes, I am going to agree with you Miss Jett. But why did he say you were a kitchen maid?” Harlow asked, deeply intrigued.
“I told you, because he’s an ass and only cares about his rum and money.” At the name of rum Harlow’s face exploded and his mouth fell open.
“Well what wrong with rum?!” he yelled getting all up in my face. He stood above me, a good seven inches taller than I was. He looked like he could rest his chin on top of my head if he wished. I looked him right in the eye, not taking my gaze away from his.
“Because rum damages your body, and you don’t know your left foot from your right foot when you’re drunk,” I told him. He held up his right foot and showed me.
“Look, right foot, and rum!” he said and hopped around with a bottle of rum in his hand. I rolled my eyes and turned to open my cabin door back up. Harlow grabbed my shoulder and spun me back around to face him.
“Major rule, never walk away when the Captain is talking to you,” he said. I nodded sarcastically at him and he let go of me. I started to walk away from him when he called back to me. I pushed through several crew members and finally I felt someone grab my hip.
“Winifred you do not walk away from me, are we clear?” he asked me.
“Crystal Harlow,” I told him. He looked taken back by being called “Harlow” and not “Captain Harlow”. I smiled sweetly at him and he let go of me.
“Tell me Winifred, has any one ever called you Freddie before?” he asked me walking back over to the railing to lean on.
“No sir,” I replied. He smiled and clasped his fingers together.
“Thank it’s settled, while you’re living with me on this here ship you shall no longer be known as Winifred, but instead as Freddie,” he said. The crew whooped and hollered at that idea but I stamped my foot. Harlow turned around to see me pouting in the midst of the crew.
“Yes Freddie, what can I do for you?”
“Captain what am I supposed to call you?” I asked him walking around him in circles. He merely laughed at that silly question and replied with: “Captain Harlow of course!” I stopped walking and leaned in right in front of his face, getting so close I could almost taste the rum on his goatee. He never dropped his gaze from mine and I smiled slightly.
“Nah, I’m not too fond of that name.”
“Then what may I suggest milady?”
“Elliot.” The crew began to make noise again but then Harlow spoke the voices died down.
“Elliot?” he asked me, slightly taken back.
“That is your name correct Captain?” he nodded and I leaned in a little bit more, teasing him with every move I made. The crew was silent as Harlow and I had a private conversation.
“Then Elliot it is,” I said softly and turning on my heel. Elliot Harlow’s face cracked into another smirk of his and he put his hands on his hips.
“You know what this means don’t you Freddie?” he asked me. I shook my head at him and he snickered to himself.
“You’re a pirate.” I felt my eyes bug out and I spun back the other direction to argue with him. The crew had already gone back to bustling about the deck and Elliot stood next to his steering wheel.
“Welcome aboard the Devil’s Diamond, Freddie! You’re in for a hell of a time!” he said putting his hat back on his head and taking a swish of rum.
A/N: Thanks for reading and please review!