"Oh I'm terribly sorry." Delora said, her voice somewhat fake.
"Sorry?! Oh miss, you are incorrigible! I'm leaving, and I'm complaining to the owner of this bar!" the burly man shouted. Delora glared at the man and folded her arms.
"What's going on?"
"Mr Dalton, your waitress is darn rude! You should teach her some manners!" the burly man said, then after a pause he continued, "Send her to the whorehouse, perhaps?"
"NO!" Delora exclaimed. "You're not going to get me in that place! How dare you insult me!"
Dalton glared at Delora, then said, "You're fired, Delora." He pushed her out and slammed the door in her face.
"Damn you Dalton!" Delora shouted. She walked down the street, looking for another job. She had no luck. She felt it must've been Dalton who told on her. The rumours spreaded very quickly on the Anatole Island.
Delora went without food for that day. She sat at the old fountain and took a drink.
"Hey Delora, heard you were fired eh?" a young man walked over to Delora.
"What do you want, Darren?" Delora asked, irritated.
"Since you have no job, would you mind if I introduced one?" Darren asked. "A pirate life?"
"It's late, I'll be off home." Delora quickly said, getting up.
"You don't have a home."
Delora stopped in her tracks. "What do you expect me to say? You know how much I suffered after my parents were captured by pirates of the Black Pearl 10 years ago." Delora looked up at the starless sky, trying to blink the tears away.
"Del, I'm not trying to ask you to join the Black Pearl!"
"I know! But I don't want to hear the word 'pirates' and certainly not become one." Delora said, still looking at the sky. "I'm going home." She ran off, without waiting for an answer and let her tears come down. The day she turned 12 was a painful one. Her mother had thrown her into a hidden passageway then left. She peeked through the passageway and saw her parents being captured. She never saw them again.
Now her friend had turned to piracy. What on earth was she going to do? Anatole Island was not very large, and not many pirates took notice of it. Which Delora was grateful for. She sat down in an alley and stared at the wall opposite the one she was leaning on. She fell asleep, dreaming about the time when her parents were captured, yet again. She awoke the next morning, then went out into the street. The people were all rushing towards the other side of the island. What was going on?
Delora walked against the flow of the group but no one took notice of her. The curious and rebellious nature of Delora often led her into troubles but she didn't care. After all, she wasn't bothered with death. She could see a ship at the dock, and from seeing the flag, she saw that it was the ship of pirates. "Tell me it's not the Black Pearl." she whispered to herself. The image of her parents returned to her.
She hid behind a wall and watched the people come down from the ship. She saw Elizabeth Turner, and gasped. She remembered Elizabeth. When she was twelve years old she had met her. She shook the thought off and ran. She didn't want to meet pirates. She sat in the empty alley again, twirling her jet black hair.
She yawned and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around her clothes, which were colours of blue and dark purple. A moment later, she could hear voices and strained her ears to hear. She opened her eyes. Who would be travelling down this alley where even the villagers never travelled?
She got up slowly, and moved quietly and slowly deeper into the alley to avoid being seen. Someone grabbed her arms and covered her mouth to avoid any escaping of sounds. Delora struggled, until a knife was placed at her throat. She stopped moving, nervous and tense. She remembered her parents' death and closed her eyes.
"Let her go, Captain." Delora opened her eyes and saw Elizabeth.
"Why?"
"I know her."
Captain Jack Sparrow released Delora and Delora said, "Elizabeth?"
"Delora..." Elizabeth said and they hugged each other.
"Good Lord, I thought I'd never see you agian, Elizabeth!" Delora said.
"Neither did I..." Elizabeth said.
"Ye have to bring her on board, luv." Captain Jack Sparrow said.
"What?!" Delora asked. "I'm not going to be on a pirate ship!"
Jack Sparrow ignored her and said to the crew, "Ain't nothin' here for us. Head back to the ship."
Delora struggled, but the pirate holding her was too strong. Delora watched Jack Sparrow's weird way of walking and asked Elizabeth, "Do all pirate captains walk that way?"
"No." Delora turned and saw Jack replying.
"I wasn't asking you." Delora muttered.
The pirate tightened his grip around Delora's arms. "You will not speak to the captain in this manner." he grunted.
Delora was fuming with anger. Why did they have to take her to the ship? When the pirate finally put her down on the ship, Delora said, "Wait! Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" Jack ignored her and continued steering the wheel.
"Come, Delora. I'll explain everything to you." Elizabeth said, pulling Delora into a room under the platform.
"Sorry?! Oh miss, you are incorrigible! I'm leaving, and I'm complaining to the owner of this bar!" the burly man shouted. Delora glared at the man and folded her arms.
"What's going on?"
"Mr Dalton, your waitress is darn rude! You should teach her some manners!" the burly man said, then after a pause he continued, "Send her to the whorehouse, perhaps?"
"NO!" Delora exclaimed. "You're not going to get me in that place! How dare you insult me!"
Dalton glared at Delora, then said, "You're fired, Delora." He pushed her out and slammed the door in her face.
"Damn you Dalton!" Delora shouted. She walked down the street, looking for another job. She had no luck. She felt it must've been Dalton who told on her. The rumours spreaded very quickly on the Anatole Island.
Delora went without food for that day. She sat at the old fountain and took a drink.
"Hey Delora, heard you were fired eh?" a young man walked over to Delora.
"What do you want, Darren?" Delora asked, irritated.
"Since you have no job, would you mind if I introduced one?" Darren asked. "A pirate life?"
"It's late, I'll be off home." Delora quickly said, getting up.
"You don't have a home."
Delora stopped in her tracks. "What do you expect me to say? You know how much I suffered after my parents were captured by pirates of the Black Pearl 10 years ago." Delora looked up at the starless sky, trying to blink the tears away.
"Del, I'm not trying to ask you to join the Black Pearl!"
"I know! But I don't want to hear the word 'pirates' and certainly not become one." Delora said, still looking at the sky. "I'm going home." She ran off, without waiting for an answer and let her tears come down. The day she turned 12 was a painful one. Her mother had thrown her into a hidden passageway then left. She peeked through the passageway and saw her parents being captured. She never saw them again.
Now her friend had turned to piracy. What on earth was she going to do? Anatole Island was not very large, and not many pirates took notice of it. Which Delora was grateful for. She sat down in an alley and stared at the wall opposite the one she was leaning on. She fell asleep, dreaming about the time when her parents were captured, yet again. She awoke the next morning, then went out into the street. The people were all rushing towards the other side of the island. What was going on?
Delora walked against the flow of the group but no one took notice of her. The curious and rebellious nature of Delora often led her into troubles but she didn't care. After all, she wasn't bothered with death. She could see a ship at the dock, and from seeing the flag, she saw that it was the ship of pirates. "Tell me it's not the Black Pearl." she whispered to herself. The image of her parents returned to her.
She hid behind a wall and watched the people come down from the ship. She saw Elizabeth Turner, and gasped. She remembered Elizabeth. When she was twelve years old she had met her. She shook the thought off and ran. She didn't want to meet pirates. She sat in the empty alley again, twirling her jet black hair.
She yawned and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around her clothes, which were colours of blue and dark purple. A moment later, she could hear voices and strained her ears to hear. She opened her eyes. Who would be travelling down this alley where even the villagers never travelled?
She got up slowly, and moved quietly and slowly deeper into the alley to avoid being seen. Someone grabbed her arms and covered her mouth to avoid any escaping of sounds. Delora struggled, until a knife was placed at her throat. She stopped moving, nervous and tense. She remembered her parents' death and closed her eyes.
"Let her go, Captain." Delora opened her eyes and saw Elizabeth.
"Why?"
"I know her."
Captain Jack Sparrow released Delora and Delora said, "Elizabeth?"
"Delora..." Elizabeth said and they hugged each other.
"Good Lord, I thought I'd never see you agian, Elizabeth!" Delora said.
"Neither did I..." Elizabeth said.
"Ye have to bring her on board, luv." Captain Jack Sparrow said.
"What?!" Delora asked. "I'm not going to be on a pirate ship!"
Jack Sparrow ignored her and said to the crew, "Ain't nothin' here for us. Head back to the ship."
Delora struggled, but the pirate holding her was too strong. Delora watched Jack Sparrow's weird way of walking and asked Elizabeth, "Do all pirate captains walk that way?"
"No." Delora turned and saw Jack replying.
"I wasn't asking you." Delora muttered.
The pirate tightened his grip around Delora's arms. "You will not speak to the captain in this manner." he grunted.
Delora was fuming with anger. Why did they have to take her to the ship? When the pirate finally put her down on the ship, Delora said, "Wait! Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" Jack ignored her and continued steering the wheel.
"Come, Delora. I'll explain everything to you." Elizabeth said, pulling Delora into a room under the platform.