Secrets of the Sea

Chapter 1

           Hi! :D This is my first story I'm posting on wattpad and I really hope everyone enjoys it! If there is anything you want to say about it, please comment, like about how ou felt at a certain part or if something doesn't realy make sense so that I can go back and fix it. Thank you! Also, in the cast, where it says Leonardo DiCaprio as Peter, I mean the YOUNGER version of him, not his current version.

        PS. Keep in mind that these chapters ARE NOT edited, and that this is only my first draft.

PLEASE READ THIS NOTE!!!!!!!! 

I added the prologue after the few chapters, because I didn't know I would write one because, really, who ever reads the prologue? (A lot of people, apparently, and recently I have too) So I've added a prologue, and you will find it after chapter 10! I am sososososo sorry for the confusion!!!!

          My pale blue skirt rustled and I felt my bun bobbing against the back of my neck as I sashayed down the rows of tables, a tray full of food balancing in both of my arms. The smile I plastered on my face was starting to ache.

            It was bright and loud in Tom's Tavern. Waitresses, like me, bustled about, ducking under arms and around costumers. Rowdy men banged their empty beer tankards on the counter in the bar while others swapped stories of how they bravely fought off huge sea monsters or vicious pirates to anyone that would listen to them, which mainly included young, new sailors, wanting to fight monsters and pirates themselves.

I didn't believe them of course; the sailors telling the stories were always either slobs, stick skinny, or fat. How could someone like that fight off a "vicious" pirate? Or any kind of pirate at all? Only a few looked as if they were actually capable to do something as heroic as the stories they told were.

            I placed the trays on the tables and left. The people I set the trays in front of ignored me, of course. I was no beauty like Molly, who dropped trays off at the tables next of me. Their eyes were fixed on her now. Her golden hair shone and her angelic blue eyes swept her table of young men. She always got the good looking ones. It wasn’t fair.

             A story teller enticed a group of sailors in the corner. He used big hand motions and every once in a while his animated voice would rise above the other ruckus. Suddenly, all the men roared with laughter. One of the sailors, a big, unkempt looking one, was in the midst of gulping down his drink. Ale sprayed out of his mouth. His friends laughed again. I shuddered in horror and turned away. I have a long night ahead of me.

***

            After dropping off a new set of trays, I made my way back to the kitchen. Meg's loud, authoritive voice reached my ears just before I pushed open the door. It swung back into place behind me.

            "Molly, this tray goes to Table Three and that tray to Table Seven." Molly pushed past me while holding the trays above her head.

            "Terri, these are for Tables One and Five."

"Yes, Ma'am," and with a slight bob Terri was gone, too, her green skirt swishing and barely missing getting caught in the door. The last time it didn't miss and poor Teresa went tumbling down, spraying the Soup of the Night everywhere.

            ''Sam, get yer' slimy fingers out of the cornbread bin! No dinner for you or any of the other stable hands 'till each and every stall is sparklin' clean an' each horse is smooth an' shiny!"

            "Awwwwwwww!" Sam's freckled face, half covered in his messy blonde hair, complained before ducking out the back door.

            I sighed. Meg will never change. She is the ultimate boss of Tom's Tavern and if something is done wrong or isn't right, you should expect to be smacked for it. But even though Meg's strict demeanor overwhelms new workers, they soon realize that Meg is just trying to make things right and teach them lessons. Even with her attitude, she still mothers all of her misfits.