Camille stood on the
upper deck smiling to herself, leaning on the rail. She looked down
to the blue ocean below. Smiling again, she glanced over her
shoulder to Jack who she had known for now ten years. Sometimes he
was a 'father' 'dad' or sometimes he was just 'Jack'. It
all depended on the day. Of course, he wasn't her real father, but
he was much better.
She remembered when she was younger and
how her father suddenly got terrible after her mother past away. He'd
be always drunk, gambling, and sometimes abusive to Camille, blaming
her for his wife's and her mother's death.
Her mother had died of
fever when Camille was four. Though she was so young when it
happened, Camille remembered it well. Her mother's usually
beautiful cheery face was sweaty and pale. Her green eyes that use to
sparkle were dull. Camille remembered laying next to her mother on
her bed, staring at her. Her mother was softly running her hand
through Camille's thick long hair, whispering 'I love you ''s
and trying to comfort Camille. She then gave Camille a necklace with
a ring on it. She remembered her mother's voice fading into
silence.
When she was six Camille woke in the grass where
she had been sleeping. She was sleeping in the grass because... Well,
she knew her father had been drinking all day and she didn't want
to be around him. That when she saw a man with messy beaded
dreadlocks walk off of the docks and into the village. Her interest
about the man quickly grew inside her and Camille was quickly and
quietly following him. She remembered how Jack's boots echoed off
of the walks as he mumbled a few things to himself. But Camille, she
was barefoot and therefore she wasn't heard and she wasn't
noticed.
But Camille couldn't stay silent, this Man was
too... too much, well... It's hard to think of the word, but
whatever it was, Jack was it. Camille stopped walking and found her
voice suddenly, "Mister?" She called to him.
"Aye..."
The man turned around and let go of the handle of his sword he'd
been hanging onto. The man's tan face and dark brown eyes looked
extremely confused. "Who be ye...love?" He asked her, his
eyebrows raised.
"Camille." She said in amazement,
staring at him. On his head with a old looking leather three-pointed
hat. Under it though, he was wearing a red bandana. His white shirt
was wrinkled and un-tucked. The brown breeches he had on had were
slightly wet at the bottom, along with dirty from...dirt. But still,
he was utterly amazing to the little girl.
"Camille? Well
that is a fine name." He nodded then turned to leave her.
She
wouldn't have this though, "Don't go." Camille pleaded,
sitting on his foot, wrapping her arms around his leg.
Camille
pressed her pink lips together and pushed her hair which was now just
a few inches past her shoulders out of her face and looked down to
the man at the wheel of the ship. To Jack.
Over the past
years he had been teaching Camille how to steer, commands, and about
the different sections of the ship. Actully, he taught Camille all of
this before she was ten. She loved the ship as much as Jack did. When
she was eight, he taught her how to swim. Well, he pushed Camille off
of the plank of the ship, and yelled what to do. It wasn't until a
half an hour later, that she figured out she could stand up in the
water and have the waves go up to her neck.
She sighed
happily and walked down the steps to the main dock, she stood next to
Jack, "Is that Port Royal then?"
Jack gave a nod, "Aye...
Should be there..." He shrugged, "Soon enough..."
Camille
smiled and looked ahead, she was eager to see Will and Elizabeth
again, along with the two twin boys who were now suppose to be six.
Camille put her hands together behind her back. She hadn't seen
them for a few months now... But she didn't know at the moment that
she'd meet someone that would forever change her life.