The Beginning
"One stormy day all was quiet upon a ship in the Caribbean, the people upon this ship were very thirsty and needed to come into port and there captain was agreeable into going to port but one crew member had a different plan and wanted to stay back, so the captain took his sword out and slit the man's throat right were the man stood because nobody was to question Captain Jack Sparrow and....."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK ...
"DINNERS READY!' my mother screamed out.
"Coming Mom!' I set the book on the edge of the bed and run down the stair to get my bowl just then a THUD "shit" my book fell on the floor again. I quickly ran back up the stairs to put it back. I loved that book even if it is just a kiddy story but it's the last thing my father gave to me before he was hung. We are pirates you see and as a pirates we know that they are real adventures that Jack had but the port men don't like him so they put it into the stories were Jack never gets away but every pirate knows he does. He gets away with robbing, slumming, dealing, heartbreak and murder maybe if he got the chance and if I could meet him just once I would....
"Rosita!" my mother screams "come down here or I will skin your hide!"
"Yes mom!" I replied unscarred, she says those things all the time but I put the book down and ran down the stairs. Mmmmm.... That smells good. My mom made her noodle and lamb stew, it's great but my favorite thing she makes is her Tequila Rose Cake mmmmm that is so good just thinking about makes my mouth water up and in case you didn't know Tequila Rose is a sweet, spicy and zesty drink like rum with more style.
Just then my mother looks at me and yells "Stop playing with your food I cook for too damn long for you to waste it! and get your hair in control it's about to go in your food put it up or something!" She walks away and I start to pull my hair up and dig in but my mother's food is always good though. Once I'm done eating I help my mom with the dishes and go back to my room and look out my window. It's Saturday and all the pirate ships come into port for drinks and supplies. There's a new ship in the water though, one of a kind I guess, I couldn't tell the difference from here anyway. So I go away from my window and go to the bathroom and the bad thing about my room is that the boards creak like crazy!
Creak! Creak! Creak!
Oh my Gosh! I need new boards for my room. As I walk to the shower I stop by my mirror and take a look, my black curly hair all proofed up from where I slept, my tired blue eyes, and all with dark circles underneath and my arm with the big white scar on my darkly colored body. I got it when I was little and my dad was helping a buddy of his out when people with swords came into our house trying to arrest us but my dad and his buddy fought them all off but one of them swung a sword while fighting and cut my arm. My father saved him for last so he could kill him slowly and painfully for what he had done to me but not soon after the friend left more people came to the house and my dad finally went with them, I never saw him again after that. I can understand why that happened now but when I was little I had no idea and I was always wondering when dad would come home but.... I need a shower. I have got to get these things out of my head or I'm going to cry. Ah a shower one of the many things in life I love because it's like the water washes away all the sins or all the bad things you have done. Anyway as I got out of the shower and got dressed I couldn't help but wonder about that book. I mean how much did they change or lie about in the story? Is he this old and boring pirate they make him out to be or is he a really swarthy, dashing and dangerous person I hear about on the streets? What do they say about him? Who is he? What's in his past? Who can I see? I want to know...
"Rosita!" My mother yells at me. "Time for Work!"
Oh woohoo a bunch of damn work I have to do. Why can't she just go and do it. All you have to do I serve men drinks and drinks and more drinks. They get so drunk they can't move or see or do anything! Grrrrr I really don't want to go but a job is a job so I yell back,
