Author's Note: Hello everybody...well, this is my first story...please, be gentle?Please no flames, but gentle, constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms...Trust me, I'll probably need constructive criticism...My muses, who at the moment are nameless, due to the fact that they haven't yet introduced themselves to me yet...they just kinda popped up out of no where last night at about oh say midnight, 1 am in the morning...fun... Also, to all my readers who have been wondering where my story went...made a boo-boo and my story went bye-bye... apparently I didn't read the guidelines as closely as I thought I did... So Anyhoo next up...
DISCLAIMER: I, Mrs. Capt. Jack Sparrows, Do not, have not, nor ever will, own POTC,
Mickey: I'll need you to state the full name of the movie please.
Me: Fine. Do I need to start over?
Mickey: Yes.
Me: Fine! I, Mrs. Capt. Jack Sparrows, Do not, Have not, nor ever will, own Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black pearl, Which includes but is not limited to...takes a deep breath the film itself, the actors, the extras, the location, the ships the Black Pearl, Interceptor, or the Dauntless and Annamaria's boat, Port Royal, Isla de muertos. Further more I do not own Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Governor Swann, Commodore Norrington and his men, or any other character I happen to have left out. :Turns to Mickey: Satisfied?
Mickey: Yes.
Me: Good, now on to the Claimer...
Claimer: I do claim the character of Kendra Steelheart, Kendra's mom and my muses claim her stepfather...Oh and any other random characters I throw in, are mine, and my muses. OK! Enough of my babbling, ON WITH THE STORY!
Prologue Death and Drunken memories...
10 yr old Kendra Steelheart lie wake in bed listening to her stepfather yelling at her mother in a drunken anger. Kendra wasn't listening to the words; they didn't matter. What mattered was that her stepfather has been beating her mother and her for the last 7 years, Ever since her mother married her stepfather when Kendra was 3. Her real dad, a Lieutenant in His Majesties Royal Navy, died in a sea battle. Kendra stayed in bed knowing not to interfere or get beat herself. Kendra began to sing softly, an old Caribbean folk song her mother would sing to her...
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Marianne, Oh, Marianne
Oh won't you marry me?
We can have a bamboo hut
And brandy in the tea
Leave your fat old mama home
She never will say yes
If mama don't know now
She can guess
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
When she walks along the shore
People pause to greet
White birds fly around her
Little fish come to her feet in her heart is love
But I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss?
My Marianne
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
When we marry, we will have
A time you never saw
I will be so happy
I will kiss my mother-in-law
Children by the dozen
In and out the bamboo hut
One for every palm tree
And coconut
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Even little children love Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
Just as Kendra finished the song, she heard a gun shot from down stairs. She rushed to the banister at the top of the stairs to see her stepfather with a smoking gun in his hand, standing over her mother's dead body, lying on the cold floor, blood staining the bodice of her dress. Her stepfather looked up at Kendra with the same hate and anger in his eyes when he murdered her mother. Any normal person would have screamed upon seeing a scene such as this, but Kendra learned long ago screaming did her no good, she only got beat worse. So instead, Kendra ran to her bedroom and slipped on her most simple summer dress, which did not require a corset or to be tied up in the back. She could hear his footsteps charging up the grand staircase. Kendra was lucky it was a long staircase and that he was drunk, otherwise, she would be dead. Kendra quickly threw open her balcony doors and climbed down the lattice stuck to the side of the mansion. Once her feet hit the ground she ran and never looking back at the estate she once called home. She knew, now, that she was free from her stepfather's rage, but now, she was without a home, or family. She resigned herself to live on the streets and beg or steal what she needed to survive...
Take What Ye Can... Give Nothin' Back!
Mrs. Capt. Jack Sparrows