NOTE: I did not write this story. My friend, rua Mouse, wrote and published it on the fã fiction website. I amor disney pirate stories and I really like this one so far, so I wanted to share it. She gave me permission to post it on here for you. I hope you guys like it, too.
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jasmim was starting to segundo guess her decision to go after James. She had spent a few days on the ship and she had to admit being out on the ocean frightened her. She had never been on a ship before and hadn't known what to expect. It was rocky and small and made her feel completely unsafe. When they finally docked, jasmim was grateful to get off the ship.
They were on an island called Tortuga. It was known to be a non-governing, lawless place. There were people everywhere and jasmim couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She needed a crew who wasn't afraid of ghost stories and she had been told this was the best place to find that crew, but she was having doubts. No one that she saw seemed even remotely capable of running a ship.
A few feet away from jasmim a window broke and two men came flying out of it. They landed in front of jasmim and she came to an abrupt stop.
"Liar!" one of them shouted. They started fighting and jasmim quickly got out of their way.
She continued on her way, not sure where to even start. Every man she passed eyed her hungrily. She kept her eyes down and hugged her casaco tightly around her.
"Hey, princess."
jasmim froze. Someone recognized her. What if they worked for her father? Were they here to take her back home? She turned towards where the voice had come from. To her surprise she saw a woman leaning against a lamp post. She was wearing a ripped saia and a corset that was partly untied. Her messy brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders and her lipstick was slightly smudged. But despite that she still looked pretty. jasmim had never seen a lady of the night before, but she was certain this woman was one.
"How do you know me?" jasmim asked.
The woman slowly smiled at her. "I don't know who are you. But, you've got 'princess' written all over you. I mean, look at that silk vestido and all those jewels. Only a princess would come to a place like this dressed like that."
jasmim looked down at her appearance, not sure how to respond to that.
"What brings you here?" the woman asked.
"I'm looking for a crew."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you're going to find what you're looking for here."
"I was told I could find a crew here to help me. Do sailors not come here?"
The woman gave her an amused smile. "Sailors? No. You're only gonna find pirates here."
jasmim suppressed a gasp. This was definitely a bad idea. There was no way jasmim could cadastrar-se a crew of pirates. They were all dishonest and dirty. She now suddenly wished she hadn't come. Maybe she should just leave now.
No. She couldn't turn back. James needed her.
"Not what you were expecting...?" the woman guessed.
jasmim shook her head. "No. Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I need a crew who isn't afraid to look for the missing princess and I was told this was the best place to find such a crew."
The woman's face became serious. "They say the place her ship went down is haunted. No one goes there; not even pirates."
"My fiancee did and now he's missing. I have to find him."
"You're crazy. Someone like you shouldn't be out chasing ghosts. You'll get yourself killed."
"I have to find my fiancee," jasmim repeated, sternly.
Now the woman laughed. "That's pretty Valente talk coming from a princess in an evening gown."
"I don't have anything else to wear..."
The woman shrugged. "Well, good luck. No one's going to take you seriously, princess."
"Can you help me? I can pay you."
The woman bit her lip in thought. "All right. I think I can get you some new clothes. But, that's all I can do."
"Thank you," jasmim told her. "What is your name?"
The woman pushed off the lamp post and started walking down the street. "Megara." She glanced back at jasmim over her shoulder. "But, you can call me Meg."
"I'm Jasmine."
Meg didn't say anything until they came to a run-down brick building. There were only a few of windows; most of them were dark and one of them had shattered glass. Meg pushed open the wooden door and motioned for jasmim to follow her. jasmim took a deep breath and stepped inside. It was so dark inside, jasmim could hardly see.
"Megara, who is this?" a male voice demanded from the dark.
"This is Jasmine."
"Is she going to be joining us?" the man asked.
"Not a chance. She just needs a change of clothes."
"This isn't a store, Megara."
"It's just one outfit."
The man lit a match. When he held the match up to his cigar, jasmim caught a glimpse of him. He had a long face, with a pointed nose and sharp teeth. His yellows eyes met Jasmine's and she felt uneasy. He reached over and lit a candle with the match and then shook it out. He was dressed all in black and he blended in with the shadows.
Meg took Jasmine's hand and led her away from the man. They walked up a dimly lit staircase and down to a room. Meg lit a lantern that hung from the ceiling. The room was small and only consisted of an unmade cama and a dresser. Meg walked over to the dresser and started rifling through the drawers. She handed jasmim a pair of black pants, and an under bust corset and a white peasant camisa to wear under the corset.
"Put these on," Meg instructed. "You'll fit in better."
jasmim took the clothes. She waited for Meg to leave so she could change, but Meg stayed put. jasmim hesitantly undressed and put the new clothes on. jasmim had never worn pants before and was uncomfortable in such tight clothing. Meg laughed at Jasmine's awkwardness and handed her a pair of calf-high, heeled boots.
"Is this where you live?" jasmim asked Meg as she laced up her boots.
"I work here," Meg replied.
"And that man downstairs..."
"That's Hades; he's my boss."
jasmim took some money out of her coin bolsa and handed it to Meg. "Thank you for your clothes."
Meg tucked the money into her corset. "Don't mention it."
"I guess I'll be on my way."
Meg walked jasmim out. "Good luck, princess. You're going to need it."
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jasmim was starting to segundo guess her decision to go after James. She had spent a few days on the ship and she had to admit being out on the ocean frightened her. She had never been on a ship before and hadn't known what to expect. It was rocky and small and made her feel completely unsafe. When they finally docked, jasmim was grateful to get off the ship.
They were on an island called Tortuga. It was known to be a non-governing, lawless place. There were people everywhere and jasmim couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She needed a crew who wasn't afraid of ghost stories and she had been told this was the best place to find that crew, but she was having doubts. No one that she saw seemed even remotely capable of running a ship.
A few feet away from jasmim a window broke and two men came flying out of it. They landed in front of jasmim and she came to an abrupt stop.
"Liar!" one of them shouted. They started fighting and jasmim quickly got out of their way.
She continued on her way, not sure where to even start. Every man she passed eyed her hungrily. She kept her eyes down and hugged her casaco tightly around her.
"Hey, princess."
jasmim froze. Someone recognized her. What if they worked for her father? Were they here to take her back home? She turned towards where the voice had come from. To her surprise she saw a woman leaning against a lamp post. She was wearing a ripped saia and a corset that was partly untied. Her messy brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders and her lipstick was slightly smudged. But despite that she still looked pretty. jasmim had never seen a lady of the night before, but she was certain this woman was one.
"How do you know me?" jasmim asked.
The woman slowly smiled at her. "I don't know who are you. But, you've got 'princess' written all over you. I mean, look at that silk vestido and all those jewels. Only a princess would come to a place like this dressed like that."
jasmim looked down at her appearance, not sure how to respond to that.
"What brings you here?" the woman asked.
"I'm looking for a crew."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you're going to find what you're looking for here."
"I was told I could find a crew here to help me. Do sailors not come here?"
The woman gave her an amused smile. "Sailors? No. You're only gonna find pirates here."
jasmim suppressed a gasp. This was definitely a bad idea. There was no way jasmim could cadastrar-se a crew of pirates. They were all dishonest and dirty. She now suddenly wished she hadn't come. Maybe she should just leave now.
No. She couldn't turn back. James needed her.
"Not what you were expecting...?" the woman guessed.
jasmim shook her head. "No. Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I need a crew who isn't afraid to look for the missing princess and I was told this was the best place to find such a crew."
The woman's face became serious. "They say the place her ship went down is haunted. No one goes there; not even pirates."
"My fiancee did and now he's missing. I have to find him."
"You're crazy. Someone like you shouldn't be out chasing ghosts. You'll get yourself killed."
"I have to find my fiancee," jasmim repeated, sternly.
Now the woman laughed. "That's pretty Valente talk coming from a princess in an evening gown."
"I don't have anything else to wear..."
The woman shrugged. "Well, good luck. No one's going to take you seriously, princess."
"Can you help me? I can pay you."
The woman bit her lip in thought. "All right. I think I can get you some new clothes. But, that's all I can do."
"Thank you," jasmim told her. "What is your name?"
The woman pushed off the lamp post and started walking down the street. "Megara." She glanced back at jasmim over her shoulder. "But, you can call me Meg."
"I'm Jasmine."
Meg didn't say anything until they came to a run-down brick building. There were only a few of windows; most of them were dark and one of them had shattered glass. Meg pushed open the wooden door and motioned for jasmim to follow her. jasmim took a deep breath and stepped inside. It was so dark inside, jasmim could hardly see.
"Megara, who is this?" a male voice demanded from the dark.
"This is Jasmine."
"Is she going to be joining us?" the man asked.
"Not a chance. She just needs a change of clothes."
"This isn't a store, Megara."
"It's just one outfit."
The man lit a match. When he held the match up to his cigar, jasmim caught a glimpse of him. He had a long face, with a pointed nose and sharp teeth. His yellows eyes met Jasmine's and she felt uneasy. He reached over and lit a candle with the match and then shook it out. He was dressed all in black and he blended in with the shadows.
Meg took Jasmine's hand and led her away from the man. They walked up a dimly lit staircase and down to a room. Meg lit a lantern that hung from the ceiling. The room was small and only consisted of an unmade cama and a dresser. Meg walked over to the dresser and started rifling through the drawers. She handed jasmim a pair of black pants, and an under bust corset and a white peasant camisa to wear under the corset.
"Put these on," Meg instructed. "You'll fit in better."
jasmim took the clothes. She waited for Meg to leave so she could change, but Meg stayed put. jasmim hesitantly undressed and put the new clothes on. jasmim had never worn pants before and was uncomfortable in such tight clothing. Meg laughed at Jasmine's awkwardness and handed her a pair of calf-high, heeled boots.
"Is this where you live?" jasmim asked Meg as she laced up her boots.
"I work here," Meg replied.
"And that man downstairs..."
"That's Hades; he's my boss."
jasmim took some money out of her coin bolsa and handed it to Meg. "Thank you for your clothes."
Meg tucked the money into her corset. "Don't mention it."
"I guess I'll be on my way."
Meg walked jasmim out. "Good luck, princess. You're going to need it."
"Good luck, princess. You're going to need it."
