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Ahem. Yes. Ive thought up another fic. Oh yeah, and this one should be good. I hope. PG13 (aww common, you'll see why!)
So anyway, i hope you like this! I hope i like this....
Chapter One: Mail Girl -er- Boy!
I don' tell 'em im a girl. Whats the point? They don' need to know, an' its easier for me. Down in ol' Tortuga, girls ain't taken to kindly. Nope. Its them boys they want. Good
strong lads. Well, im strong, and as good as any lad.
Maybe not handsome, but that don' matter to me. Plain looks is a good thing in this place.
I should be about ten by now. Don't really know my age, me mother was a whore, just like tha rest. Took care o' me till i was young enough to eat and walk, then she left. I don' blame her any. I get by.
I live with an old biddy. She ain't too bad, long as i do whats me worth. I help her clean, do the heavy stuff. I don't member how i got to be with her. One day i just woke up, and there was her old wrinkley face loomin' over me like a ghost. Gave me quite a fright.
Her names Nan, but i's just call her Aunty Gooma.
I get a soft rug to sleep on, complete with a chicken feather pillow and two thick blankets. Not bad, if i do say so. The foods good too, two whole meals a day, an' thats includin breakfast.
She knows im a girl, but don' like it much. Thats why she has me go about as a boy. Says boys get everythin, an i should have a chance too. Sometimes i thinks she wishes she were a young girl like me.
I gots me a few odd jobs, but i likes them.
In the mornin's, i do me chores and what nots. Then, i make me way over to the Letter Man's place.
Yep, i know letters.
And thats a fine thing right there. Not many knows letters.
The Letter Man is called Degg. A scary bit he is. Big an' tall. Long stringy gray hair, hook nose. He's always glarin' at me. O' course, he glares alot, so maybe its just a scary man thing. Anyway, he glares.
He's one of the ones that thinks me a boy. So he teaches me letters, an sends me from place to place, readin and writing the smaller letters for more simple folk.
I make many friends that way.
Degg pays me. Not much, but he thinks i get plenty of payment from him. What with the learnin an' all.
I also help out the pleasure houses. Buyin them herbs for the unwanteds.
Thats what we call the babes they don't want growin' in their bellies. There are folks all over that sell these herbs. Its a whole trade. I get a good price 'cause one of the best midwives wants me for her daughter. I told her im too young to think about women and marrige, but she just tsks and tells me it won't be long before i do.
I hope not.
I want me a man. A strong, tall, handsome man. With golden locks and fancy clothes. A noble man, loyal and honorable. I don't quite know what that means, but it sounds good.
Nan tells me to think about the man i want, even though i'll be more sad if i don't get him, she says it'll help me. She says that when im older i won't want to settle for any old thing that comes me way. She says its like buying meat.
Then theres to laundry women.
Women who don' want to be whores, or ain't good enough, or somethin work at the laundry house. I like to hear 'em talk. Fasinating stories, men and women, money, odd folks.
They like me too. I don't bother them none, not like the other boys. I just sit quietly, doing whatever small jobs they'd have me.
So all in all i get some good money. My age doesn't hold me back none.
I ask Nan about my being a girl. Ive heard the young women complain about a monthly curse, and how it affects every woman. The first time i heard about it, i was so scared. I ran home to Nan, shaking and crying. A monthly curse? Was i going to get close to death every month?
"What happens Aunt, what happens?? Is it bad? Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No,no. Dear. Its not a curse, though somes may call it that. Its what makes a woman a woman."
And she went on explainin a woman's monthlies. I began to relax, hearing how its what connects a woman to a woman. Men don't understand what its like....This life giving gift.
She says it can be a real hard time though. Women get cranky and they hurt. There are teas to relieve the pains though.
"Aunty Gooma, what will happen when i become a woman?"
She didn't say much. Just that we'd think of it when the time came. And then i pointed out to her that it would probably be soon, only a few years left before i start changin.
Ive watched the girls. I study the way they look as they get older an' older. The younger girls are like me. Scrawny bodies, with spindly legs. But as they get older, their bosoms grow larger and they have a look of softness to them.
I can't wait until i start to change. I check every morning, pinching my hips, bouncing my chest. Theres still nothin there. I sigh and pull on my boys' clothes, readying myself for the day.
I've taken a notice to the going on's between the men and the women. Its hard not too, in Tortuga. But i see's them. Some of them seem to really like eachother too. The girls holdin' on to the men's arms. I've even seen a few flowers passed around.
I wonder who ill marry. And i hope he will be handsome. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he's rich. But that don't matter much to me.
There are so many types of men, the women at the pleasure houses tell me. They rub my ears and neck, wondering what i'll turn out to be. Some say, quiet and gentle. Others say i'll be dashing and always ready for adventure. But the one i like the most, and it came from a small pretty woman with pink ribbons in her yellow hair, she said that i would be Sweet and charming, knowing how to really treat a woman. They all sighed and wished for a man like that right then.
If i were a man, i hope i would be that way.
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Sometimes i go to one of the Inn's, and join in on the celebrating. I've had ale and wine before. Not enough to get me drunk, but enough for me to hate it. So when im offered it, i make sure to refuse.
I like it there.
They clear off a table or two, start up a catching tune, and let the dancing begin. Sometimes they call me up, and i go and do these little jiggs i make up. Its all fine and happy. They cheer and clap and stomp their feet. I was always good at dancing.
Tonight at the Dancing Pig was lively. A ship or two had pulled in, fresh with gold to spend.
There is a crew of pirates, and im quite near them. Im get a bit odd aroun' pirates. I like to ask 'em all these questions. I try an find out how many they've killed an' how much money they've got. And how they lost all those teeth or those limbs.
I was starin' at 'em. Wonderin' where they came from, who their mums were. Anythin' my brain came up with. I really wanted to ask some questions. But they were all busy. No time for this little boy.
I sighed, looking around meself. Pink cheeks, glossy eyes, the stench of alcohol. Its times like this that make me feel uncomfortable. I looked back at the group of pirates.
My tired blue eyes meet a pair of brown ones.
The eyes belong to a young man. I can't help but think of how pretty those eyes are. I notice many of the women looking at him, and smile. He won't be a lonely man this night.
The young man looks away from me, and pulls a wench down onto his lap. She laughs and playfully slaps his thigh. He looks back at me, see's me smiling, and winks.
While he's lookin' away, i look him over.
His dark brown hair is long and pulled back into a loose tail. I squinted and giggled. He was starting to grow whiskers.
He wore a cream shirt, a dark red vest, brown pants, boots. A pair of pistols were shoved into his belt, and there was no doubt a dagger hidden somewhere on his body.
I look back up, and saw he was lookin at me, 'ead cocked to the side, and a lazy smirk.
I smiled, sticking my tongue out and hopping off my perch.
He did the same, pushing off the wench.
My eyebrows rose, and i shrugged, asuming he 'ad somethin to do. But insted, he followed me.
I came oustide, from the side door, and 'e followed.
I growl and turn around, putting me 'ands on me hips and waiting for him to speak.
He smiles, knowin' i was scared.
"I ain't scared..." I mumbles.
"What was tha' love?"
"I ain't scared." I raised me chin.
He laughed, comin closer. Me glare deepened as i stepped back. Soon he had me up against a wall, and i kept on glarin' hoping he wouldn't try anything.
He smiled, as if knowin' what i was thinkin.
"Don' worry love, your safe from Jacky boy here."
That helped me a bit. But i still kept my glare.
"I ain't your love. What do you want??"
He smirked, leaning down to whisper in me ear. It kinda tickled
"I know your secret."
Me eyes got wide, and i felt meself starting to smile.
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Well....How was that for the first chapter?? Hmm?? And no, though it may have seemed like it, Jack is not into little girls. Nonono, they're going to be just friends. For now.
Until she's a bit older.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
hahaha!!
Ahem. Yes. Ive thought up another fic. Oh yeah, and this one should be good. I hope. PG13 (aww common, you'll see why!)
So anyway, i hope you like this! I hope i like this....
Chapter One: Mail Girl -er- Boy!
I don' tell 'em im a girl. Whats the point? They don' need to know, an' its easier for me. Down in ol' Tortuga, girls ain't taken to kindly. Nope. Its them boys they want. Good
strong lads. Well, im strong, and as good as any lad.
Maybe not handsome, but that don' matter to me. Plain looks is a good thing in this place.
I should be about ten by now. Don't really know my age, me mother was a whore, just like tha rest. Took care o' me till i was young enough to eat and walk, then she left. I don' blame her any. I get by.
I live with an old biddy. She ain't too bad, long as i do whats me worth. I help her clean, do the heavy stuff. I don't member how i got to be with her. One day i just woke up, and there was her old wrinkley face loomin' over me like a ghost. Gave me quite a fright.
Her names Nan, but i's just call her Aunty Gooma.
I get a soft rug to sleep on, complete with a chicken feather pillow and two thick blankets. Not bad, if i do say so. The foods good too, two whole meals a day, an' thats includin breakfast.
She knows im a girl, but don' like it much. Thats why she has me go about as a boy. Says boys get everythin, an i should have a chance too. Sometimes i thinks she wishes she were a young girl like me.
I gots me a few odd jobs, but i likes them.
In the mornin's, i do me chores and what nots. Then, i make me way over to the Letter Man's place.
Yep, i know letters.
And thats a fine thing right there. Not many knows letters.
The Letter Man is called Degg. A scary bit he is. Big an' tall. Long stringy gray hair, hook nose. He's always glarin' at me. O' course, he glares alot, so maybe its just a scary man thing. Anyway, he glares.
He's one of the ones that thinks me a boy. So he teaches me letters, an sends me from place to place, readin and writing the smaller letters for more simple folk.
I make many friends that way.
Degg pays me. Not much, but he thinks i get plenty of payment from him. What with the learnin an' all.
I also help out the pleasure houses. Buyin them herbs for the unwanteds.
Thats what we call the babes they don't want growin' in their bellies. There are folks all over that sell these herbs. Its a whole trade. I get a good price 'cause one of the best midwives wants me for her daughter. I told her im too young to think about women and marrige, but she just tsks and tells me it won't be long before i do.
I hope not.
I want me a man. A strong, tall, handsome man. With golden locks and fancy clothes. A noble man, loyal and honorable. I don't quite know what that means, but it sounds good.
Nan tells me to think about the man i want, even though i'll be more sad if i don't get him, she says it'll help me. She says that when im older i won't want to settle for any old thing that comes me way. She says its like buying meat.
Then theres to laundry women.
Women who don' want to be whores, or ain't good enough, or somethin work at the laundry house. I like to hear 'em talk. Fasinating stories, men and women, money, odd folks.
They like me too. I don't bother them none, not like the other boys. I just sit quietly, doing whatever small jobs they'd have me.
So all in all i get some good money. My age doesn't hold me back none.
I ask Nan about my being a girl. Ive heard the young women complain about a monthly curse, and how it affects every woman. The first time i heard about it, i was so scared. I ran home to Nan, shaking and crying. A monthly curse? Was i going to get close to death every month?
"What happens Aunt, what happens?? Is it bad? Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No,no. Dear. Its not a curse, though somes may call it that. Its what makes a woman a woman."
And she went on explainin a woman's monthlies. I began to relax, hearing how its what connects a woman to a woman. Men don't understand what its like....This life giving gift.
She says it can be a real hard time though. Women get cranky and they hurt. There are teas to relieve the pains though.
"Aunty Gooma, what will happen when i become a woman?"
She didn't say much. Just that we'd think of it when the time came. And then i pointed out to her that it would probably be soon, only a few years left before i start changin.
Ive watched the girls. I study the way they look as they get older an' older. The younger girls are like me. Scrawny bodies, with spindly legs. But as they get older, their bosoms grow larger and they have a look of softness to them.
I can't wait until i start to change. I check every morning, pinching my hips, bouncing my chest. Theres still nothin there. I sigh and pull on my boys' clothes, readying myself for the day.
I've taken a notice to the going on's between the men and the women. Its hard not too, in Tortuga. But i see's them. Some of them seem to really like eachother too. The girls holdin' on to the men's arms. I've even seen a few flowers passed around.
I wonder who ill marry. And i hope he will be handsome. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he's rich. But that don't matter much to me.
There are so many types of men, the women at the pleasure houses tell me. They rub my ears and neck, wondering what i'll turn out to be. Some say, quiet and gentle. Others say i'll be dashing and always ready for adventure. But the one i like the most, and it came from a small pretty woman with pink ribbons in her yellow hair, she said that i would be Sweet and charming, knowing how to really treat a woman. They all sighed and wished for a man like that right then.
If i were a man, i hope i would be that way.
::::::::::
Sometimes i go to one of the Inn's, and join in on the celebrating. I've had ale and wine before. Not enough to get me drunk, but enough for me to hate it. So when im offered it, i make sure to refuse.
I like it there.
They clear off a table or two, start up a catching tune, and let the dancing begin. Sometimes they call me up, and i go and do these little jiggs i make up. Its all fine and happy. They cheer and clap and stomp their feet. I was always good at dancing.
Tonight at the Dancing Pig was lively. A ship or two had pulled in, fresh with gold to spend.
There is a crew of pirates, and im quite near them. Im get a bit odd aroun' pirates. I like to ask 'em all these questions. I try an find out how many they've killed an' how much money they've got. And how they lost all those teeth or those limbs.
I was starin' at 'em. Wonderin' where they came from, who their mums were. Anythin' my brain came up with. I really wanted to ask some questions. But they were all busy. No time for this little boy.
I sighed, looking around meself. Pink cheeks, glossy eyes, the stench of alcohol. Its times like this that make me feel uncomfortable. I looked back at the group of pirates.
My tired blue eyes meet a pair of brown ones.
The eyes belong to a young man. I can't help but think of how pretty those eyes are. I notice many of the women looking at him, and smile. He won't be a lonely man this night.
The young man looks away from me, and pulls a wench down onto his lap. She laughs and playfully slaps his thigh. He looks back at me, see's me smiling, and winks.
While he's lookin' away, i look him over.
His dark brown hair is long and pulled back into a loose tail. I squinted and giggled. He was starting to grow whiskers.
He wore a cream shirt, a dark red vest, brown pants, boots. A pair of pistols were shoved into his belt, and there was no doubt a dagger hidden somewhere on his body.
I look back up, and saw he was lookin at me, 'ead cocked to the side, and a lazy smirk.
I smiled, sticking my tongue out and hopping off my perch.
He did the same, pushing off the wench.
My eyebrows rose, and i shrugged, asuming he 'ad somethin to do. But insted, he followed me.
I came oustide, from the side door, and 'e followed.
I growl and turn around, putting me 'ands on me hips and waiting for him to speak.
He smiles, knowin' i was scared.
"I ain't scared..." I mumbles.
"What was tha' love?"
"I ain't scared." I raised me chin.
He laughed, comin closer. Me glare deepened as i stepped back. Soon he had me up against a wall, and i kept on glarin' hoping he wouldn't try anything.
He smiled, as if knowin' what i was thinkin.
"Don' worry love, your safe from Jacky boy here."
That helped me a bit. But i still kept my glare.
"I ain't your love. What do you want??"
He smirked, leaning down to whisper in me ear. It kinda tickled
"I know your secret."
Me eyes got wide, and i felt meself starting to smile.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::
Well....How was that for the first chapter?? Hmm?? And no, though it may have seemed like it, Jack is not into little girls. Nonono, they're going to be just friends. For now.
Until she's a bit older.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
hahaha!!