The pirate(temporarily on hold)

Chapter 1-Starvation or salvation

Warning slow updates!!! I hope you enjoy this story.The captains personality will be similar to hook from once upon a time(and I mean he'll be sarcastic and a flirt other than that they will be different) Picture of captain above

My parents died when I was 17 leaving me alone to fight for life in this harsh world.We were poor barely on the edge of starvation.My mother and father got sick with a terrible fever.Their health wasn't ever the same and when they caught a cold their bodies couldn't fight it and they died.

That was 3 years ago and I now lived on the streets.I used to able to find small jobs here and there but times are tough.I realize I must go to a new town and hope there are more jobs there.Maybe I could be tavern maid or a laundry assistant pretty much anything will do as long I don't have to sell my body.

My stomach grumbles.The last time I ate was 2 days ago.I decide to go beg for scraps from the tavern.They don't mind as long as I go to the back and don't disturb the other customers.I walked into the tavern.The delicious smell of food greeted me and the fire warmed my bones

The taverns owner ,George,approached my table."Hey George how are doing.Got any left overs for me?"I smiled up at him.He didn't smile back just looked down at the ground with guilt "listen Anastasia I'm sorry to do this-"He was interrupted by the sound of a group of men entering.

They looked like sailors but I didn't really pay attention to them.George resumed"Anastasia I'm sorry but you can't come here anymore.You know times are tough.I'm sorry.""oh of coarse.it's okay I uh understand."Of course this was happening.George was a nice man but like he said times were tough and he couldn't feed me free food even if they were scraps.

I stand up and walk towards the door."Hey there pretty lass."I hear some one say and turn around.He must be the captain because he is dressed differently from the others.It's one of the sailors I roll my eyes and start to walk towards the door again.One of the other sailors laughs.I see than man give him a glare before I turn and leave.

I walk out side and breath in deeply the cold misty air.I walk back to my little "home" made out of broken pieces of crates and old newspapers.When parents died I took their other pair of clothes (the only other pair of clothes they had) and wore them for extra warmth in the harsh winters.I settle down to try and sleep but I can't.I am trying to figure out how I will get a job I know I have to leave to find one but how can I? To leave you have to have money.To have money you have to have a job.

I ponder this for hours.Then I hear people come into the alley.Its the sailors from the tavern.They are talking in hushed voice and keep looking around them.I assume they are planing something illegal.I scoot in closer to my crate hoping that they don't see me.They don't because they continue talking.

I strained my ear to hear them."-where are we going to go next captain?We can't stay here for long people might recognize us."said the man who had laughed at my rejection to his captain."Don't worry we will spend one more day here.Then we'll seat sail for Spain at dawn.I hear that Spain is doing quite well and you know that means there will be plenty of ships full of jewels,fine cloth,and expensive spices."the captain said.His voice was deep and strong.The voice of a commander that however was not made me listen closely.First of all was that they were pirates and secondly they were headed for Spain.I knew it would be dangerous hell even stupid but I was going to hide on that ship and go to Spain.Even if it meant possibly getting killed I had to try or else I would die from starvation if I stayed here.