Pirates Of The Carribean: The Journey For The Golden Music Box

you'll remember the day that you were captured by Captain Jack Sparrow

     Readers Pov

     I scurried through the bakery, smelling the burning bread escaping from the enormous stone oven. I had been working at the bakery for as long as I could remember. Today was the day that marked my twenty first birthday. I smiled as my mother agged on about how I shouldn't be working on my birthday, but I knew she needed the help since Father had been executed for mutiny for helping hide a pirate, taking the blame for all three of us. Mother hadn't been the same since.

     I folded my (h/L)(h/c) hair behind my ears as I kneaded the bread. The bottom of my palms were aching, but I pretended that I didn't mind, although it was one reason I hated working in a bakery. Mother was off in the back, most likely making the birthday cake that she made every year. It was always so simple, but it meant so much more. She was the only living relative I had, and I deffinitly didn't want to run the bakery on my own.

     Mother was humming through her work. I listened to it intently as I set the unbaked bread aside to rise for a later batch. The sweat beaded down my face unbelievably fast, another reason I hated working in the bakery. I made my way towards the mixing area to make some more dough, although it seemed that business was slow today and I had already made many loaves beforehand.

     The sound of the bakery door opening and closing brought me out of my thoughts, I quickly turned with a smile on my face, even if I didn't really look that presentable to be giving the customer a smile, it was still common courtesy. The man seemed to look as though he hadn't washed in quite sometime. If I didn't know any better... This man was a pirate. I thought to myself.

     I quickly threw the thought away as I greeted him. "Hello sir, what can I get you today?" he eyed me with a low scowl, he wasn't much of a man, but he still looked like he was in a great mood. "I'll be taking a loaf of bread and some goat cheese, missy." he stated tiredly. I nodded quickly before fetching the things he desired; rather quickly, might I add.

As I placed the groceries on the counter I looked to the dirty man. "Will that be all for you, sir?" I questioned. "That'll be all, except for you, lass. My captain be wanting to see you." he grinned wickedly before he grabbed me and tried to pull me over the counter. There was no way hell I'd be getting taken by a pirate, so I did what any person would do, I kicked and smacked at the man, my limbs going everywhere.

My movements were useless, this man had a good grip on me, I struggled against his strong arms, body odor filling my nostrils as I tried not to breath through my nose. "Well be going 5o the captain now, miss." he stated before he snuck out the door with me over his shoulder.

It was then that I had realised that my whole town was being scavenged and destroyed by a band of pirates. Fires were started, people screaming. No wonder this pirate was here. I was so stupid. "Why are you doing this?" I questioned, I hoped his answer wasn't going to be what I thought.

"The captain only told me to get a descendant from Charles Vane." Charles Vane? The pirate?! "I'm not related to a pirate, mister! I promise!" the man's face turned to a scowl as he listened to me speak. "But you are! Master Gibbs had made that perfectly clear. You're Charles' great great granddaughter."

I pondered on this New information for awhile. So what if I was Charles' great great granddaughter? Why woukd they need me? I don't know the man... "Aye, there she is captain. Miss (Y/N)." "she's a beauty Master Gibbs, certainly has Charles'  eyes doesn't she?" two men were talking, the one who seemed to know me had seemed familiar, but plenty of people have come into my mothers bakery. He was greying and had wrinkles, he was a wide man, but he had a kindness to his eyes. The other, the Captain, seemed to have been staring me down, disgusting. I'm not an item to be stared at like I'm a piece of meat. "That she does, Jack."

"So sorry for this darling. But we must be going now. Take her to my quarters. Master Gibbs, lets be on our way to this 'him' so we can get our map." Oh boy, I'm going to die surrounded by disgusting men that haven't bathed in months, maybe even years. I thought as I was taken to my holding place.