A Pirate's Life For Me (Mary Read X OC Fanfic)

Chapter 11

A/N: IM SO SO SO SO SO SO SOOOO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER IS TWO DAYS LATE. I FEEL SO BAD!!!! It's kinda a long one so I hope that will help makeup for it being late, but I'm so sorry! If you're curious why it's late it's because I haven't been able to open any documents on my laptop for several days due to a virus :/ But I hope you enjoy the chapter!

            Mary and I walk onto the dock, and almost immediately we see Mark and Bennet. They're unloading some crates from a ship, probably something Bennet's boss has him doing. "Should we see if they need help or leave them alone?" I ask Mary, making eye contact with her. "Why don't I show ye my ship first then we can see if they need help?" Mary responds, already pulling me towards what I assume is her ship. All I say is okay, and we walk off.

We stop in front of a decently sized ship, not the largest I've ever seen but definitely not the smallest. "Ladies first." Mary says chuckling, gesturing to the side of the boat. I jump up and pull myself onto the deck, and look around. Mary is right behind me and she grabs my hand once we're both on the deck. "Oh! Ye haven't met me quartermaster and good friend, Anne Bonny, have ye?" Mary asks me, pulling me towards the helm of the ship. I see a woman with fiery red hair and a pink flower behind her ear standing next to the wheel, and she's ordering the crew around. When she sees Mary she smiles, but looks at me and her smile widens. "So this is the famous Jane I've heard so much about." Who I'm guessing is Anne says to me. "This would be her. Jane, this is Anne, my quartermaster." Mary says to me, and Anne and I shake hands. "It's nice to meet you." I say, smiling back at her. "So Mary, what did ye need?" Anne asks, turning her attention to my beautiful lover. "I wanted to show Jane the ship. We were gonna be at the docks anyways because Jane's mother may be coming in, so I thought we'd stop by." Mary tells her, lacing her fingers with mine. Anne notices this, and smiles. "Also, ready the men in case we have to make a quick escape. Jane's mother warned her they may have to leave quickly but I'm sure our vessel would be much more capable than many other ships." Mary adds. Anne nods, and yells out to the men; "Be ready in case of a hasty escape lads. Captain's orders!" Almost all at once the crew starts to move, and ready the ship. "Mary, you know you don't have to do anything for me or-" I'm cut off by Mary waving her hand. "Don't be silly lass." I just sigh and lean against Mary.

"Do ye want to see my cabin? It looks lovely with the new painting." Mary tells me, pulling me down the steps. "That sounds lovely." I say, and she opens the door for me. I step in and instantly I'm shocked at how big it is. It's definitely bigger than my room, I didn't expect it to be very big because it was on a ship. Mary shuts the door behind us, and she shows me to a chair.

The room has a queen sized bed in the corner, with a crimson blanket on it. The walls have relics and maps from Mary's adventures, and on the wall to my left the painting I did for Mary is hanging on the wall. The walls and floor are simple wood. There's a table with a map and rum on it in the center of the room, with two chairs. There is also a dresser and a small, dirty, mirror on the opposite corner of the room from the bed. There's also a bookshelf leaning on the wall. Mary has a chest at the foot of her bed, and I'm guessing that's where she keeps her weapons and/or anything special to her.

I sit down in the chair, and Mary sits across from me. "Rum?" She offers, and I'm almost tempted to take her offer but I know I shouldn't drink since I'll be with my parents in an hour or so. "I don't want to be tipsy when my parents arrive" I say, laughing a little. "Aye. Makes sense." Mary laughs a little too, and puts down the bottle of rum. "So, ye haven't told me very much about what yer parents are like." She says, leaning her elbows on her knees.

"My dad can be the real jokester, but is serious and strict when he needs to be. Dad is one of the best blacksmiths in France, and we may not be nobility but he makes more money than some of them. My dad is strong, he was the one who taught me how to use a sword and pistols. He isn't rude to people, and doesn't brag about his wealth. He never knew his parents, and he always told us that he doesn't want us to feel like he did. He can be overprotective and strict, but as long as you stay on his good side he will treat you like one of his own kids." I say, thinking about how when Evelyn got married he welcomed her husband with loving arms. "What about yer mother? You seem very close to her..." Mary asks, trailing off at the end. I smile, and start to tell her about my mother.