My Story Part 1 {The beginning of a LONG story}

Ok, NOW I'm inspired. Let's see how this goes. I'm just going to write down whatever pops into my head, ok? Ok. Let's go. Btw, this is Bonnie, so NOBODY has the right to go back and change anything I've written, savvy? Ok then. Here we go.

The air was cool, the sea was calm, and the docks were covered in swirling mist. The morning was only just waking, the sun still absent from the sky on this lonely island port off Jamaica. The shops and ships were dark against the mist, and nothing on the dock stirred to shatter the silence. Nothing, that was, except the silent figure standing by a lonely shop who watched the sleeping town through narrowed green eyes. She was wearing dark brown pants, a white shirt, a black vest, and a leather jacket. Her straight, blonde hair hung in a long ponytail. She was short, thin, and small, but her size allowed her to wait by the shop, unseen, unnoticed. She breathed in the cool air, her eyes sweeping the docks once more, searching...waiting... The longer she stood there waiting, the more she began to grow fearful and a bit apprehensive.

Suddenly, a form sidled up beside her with a flourish. She nervously turned to look at the new arrival. She was also a girl, dressed in similar attire, but with a sword and two daggers strapped to her colorful belt and her hair tucked underneath her leather hat. Her eyes were green now, with a tint of grey. Her body was tall and had a stronger build. They said nothing and stayed still, except for a slight nod of acknowledgement from the first figure as she calmed down. The second figure pulled her leather coat tighter around her when a gust of wind passed by them.

The seconds passed by, and the taller girl began to grow restless. She took out her dagger and began toying with it, tossing and catching it rapidly. The small figure continued her sweeping gaze around the port, her nerves rising continually. Come on... she thought to herself. Five minutes. Ten. If he wasn't here soon they would leave without him. As she thought about that possibility, the taller form silently grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground. Someone was coming. They crouched near the base of the stone building and held their breaths. Two figures, outlined in the mist, walked past. They were both carrying rifles. Soldiers! They waited until the soldiers disappeared into the mists. The girls exchanged glances. "Time to go," The tall one said quietly.

"Can't we just--" began the short one, but was interrupted by gunshot from the direction the soldiers had gone. The girls lept to their feet. The tall one drew her sword, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. The short one pulled out a hidden pistol from her belt, looking nervously around. They stopped for a moment, looking to each side of them, then stared at the sky. Silence. They found themselves holding their breaths again. BOOM! A firework erupted, showering the port in shades of red with sparks flying everywhere. The short girl began running, the tall one following her with a wide grin on her face.

They made their way to a large moored ship nearby, a Spanish galleon that looked almost radiant in the morning glow. The words Golden Dawn were painted in bright red letters on the bow. The two girls began clamoring aboard at once, the whole crew jumping to life and getting the ship ready. After helping tie a few ropes they were ready to lift the anchor. "He's not going to make it!" said the short girl. The other was leaning over the edge of the railing, staring at the dock.

"Don't bet on it," she said, a small smile still on her face. Looking over the rail, both girls could see shapes erupting from the mist. A boy was running toward the ship, two soldiers chasing him. He wore dark boots, light pants, a red belt with two pistols and a sword, and a brown shirt. He had a dark jacket and a hat as well. He ran strangely, dodging this way and that, occasionally swerving left or right in case they fired. Trying to conceal a smile, the small girl raised the anchor. The other stood near the wheel. The running boy jumped into the water just as the soldiers began firing. The girl nearest the anchor threw him a rope, which he grabbed. A few minutes later he had joined them on the deck, his brown hair ruffled from the wind.

Both girls hid their smiles. He moved to stand beside them at the wheel.
"Captain William Robin, I do believe you're late," said the girl who was gripping the wheel tightly. Her face was hard and serious.
"I'm so sorry, but I made a little side-trip," he said, holding up a fine knife with an emerald embedded in the handle. She scowled but greedily eyed the blade.
The other girl said softly, "Did you get it?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object triumphantly.
"Whoa," she said, her eyes glittering. It was a small stone, a sparkling green color about the size of a grape. The girl at the wheel asked, "So, where to?" The boy paced behind her.
"Well, we don't know much about it. We know that this was the only thing Chung stole, and he left everyone alive...there has to be something special about this. I have no idea what that is, though. So that only leaves one option..."
The two girls stared at him, one with a smile and the other with concerned paranoia.
They said together, "Tia Dalma." Will nodded.
"Bonnie, if you would be so kind," he said, "Isla de Murtagh, please." The girl gripping the wheel nodded, still smiling, happy to be sailing the sea again. She began humming a sea shanty as she spun the wheel in the correct direction.

The other girl followed Will to his cabin. The room was large and well lit with oil lanterns and a few candles. Charts and maps covered the table and the windows were large and dark; since captain's quarters were always below deck, they could see fish swimming around in the water.
"Charity, I need your brainpower. Think with me. Why would a notorious pirate like Chung Pea attack the governor's ships only to steal this?" They both looked at the gem that Will placed on the table, enchanted by the way it glittered.

Charity took it and held it up in the latern light. The light reflected off it and bounced in every direction, bathing the room in several shades of green. "Wow," Charity said softly, "I've never seen anything like this before! I've never read about it, either. Perhaps he stole it to sell it, but that doesn't makes sense because there had to have been more jewels and wealth than just this on that ship." She placed it on the table and glanced up at Will. "I guess we'll just have to wait until we get there." She sighed.

"I'll go help the cook with dinner," she said.
"Good idea," he agreed. They began to walk back up to the main deck when they suddenly heard the sound of hurried feet and shouting. When they reached the deck they saw that Bonnie had tied the wheel in place and was standing in the center of the ship, amidst the running crew members, sword held ready.
"Will! Charity! Pirates!"To be continued...