Jessie Bentley's Story

Maverick/Jessie
Maverick jumped up as soon as he hear the captain’s voice making sure everyone was at their post doing what was necessary, to get them sailing.

“Get your nose out of the book and pull that anchor up!” he called t Jessie who was reading lounged n a few crates on the deck of the boat eating his apple.

“You got it boss man.” He smirked as he started to reel the anchor in. For a small guy he was pretty fast at it. As soon as the anchor was out of the water he quickly started getting the sails into place. After his work was done he grabbed a drink before sitting lounge back in his spot, waiting for more orders.

Maverick simply rolled his eyes, he nodded to his captain when he told him to set sail so he could speak to their guest. They always had captives and he was used to it, but there seemed to be something different about this girl, her voice seemed so familiar. He ignored the thought, he didn’t care much about the captives in the first place.

“So what’s the deal with the new one?” he said casually as he lend against the wood railing of the boat watching Arron clean the equipment. Everything seeming to calm down a bit seeing as they were a bit always from the Spanish docks now.

“Alright, Alright.” Maverick smirked getting a very bad Idea but going with it as he took the flintlock from Arron. Casually walking over to where Jessie had fallen asleep shooting the gun off a few time next to him. Causing Jessie to practically jump of his skin.

“Works great!” Maverick smirked

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jessie yelled throwing his half eaten apple at the Lieutenant.

Maverick laughed as he walked back over to Arron tossing him the gun. “Any other guns you won’t me to test maybe I’ll actually hit Jess this next time. He could use it” he said as he made his way to the cells where they were keeping the new captive under the deck. The moment he saw her he knew exactly who it was Her amber eyes, blonde hair and fair skin...it was Alice Turner. His best friend growing up, he was a few years older and he would always tease her.

He walked over to the captain standing next to him looking at the girl before smirking “Oh God, how did you manage to get yourself in this mess Princess?” he said calling her by the nickname he had given her back when they were kids.

Maverick listened to his captain “You know I’m with you no matter what Joe, but I know Miss Turner’s family personally, we have to be carefully with her.” He said casually before agreeing to stay up for the night and watch over the crew. “Dawn it is cap.” He smirked as he sat on some crates eating an apple he looked to Arron “Well go get her boy!” he smirked “She’s got fight, I’m sure she’s coming after me.” He rolled his eyes knowing exactly how she was.

Jessie laughed “Ha, Arron’s got wench dutie!” he said fixing the sails.

Aaron sighed when he was told his orders. "Aye" he said. He looked at Jessie and rolled his eyes."Yes I'm in charge of the one woman on this ship and your dealing with anchors and sails. Clearly you have the upperhand here my friend." He put the gun away and made his way to the cells. He looked at the girl happily, his smile was geniune and wanted to follow orders as he was told. "Let Ms. Turner out and show her to a bunk, she won't be a bother, she just needed a breather. Your going to be her best friend while we're out her.". He pulled the keys out and opened the door and walked over to the girl. "Hello again miss." he said "Looks like the captain said you're allowed to roam the ship a bit and he assigned me to show you around a bit." he held his hand out to help her up.

He didn't want to come off as a brute like most of his crewmates were but he also didn't want to come off as a weakling. He nodded to the woman and smiled again. "It's alright I don't bite." he said lauging sightly.

Jessie took a breath as he rested both his hands on the railing of the ship looking out into the water. He hadn’t seen Alice in forever and seeing her made him miss his little sister. He closed his eyes saying a small prayer to himself. He hoped she was doing okay, he took another small breath, before feeling a small pat on his back.

“You okay mate?” Jessie asked curiously. He may be a bit out of his mind and the one crew member who always kept to himself, but he wasn’t stupid, he could tell when something was wrong and his crew mates were like his family.

“Hu…oh, yeah I’m alright” he said glancing to Jessie “Just thinking.” He said calmly.

Jessie nodded “Alright.” He sighed as he went back to his spot reading with his candle.
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Awen couldn’t sleep, and by the looks of the moon and the lighting it had to be very early in the morning. Everyone in her village was still asleep and would remain that way for the next few hours at least. She quietly made her way out of her families large tepee. She hoped her brother and sister wouldn’t here. As soon as she got out of the tent she went to her horse, petting him gently for a moment before jumping on and softly clicking to him. She didn’t know where she would go she had a bad feeling about that spot that was ever growing larger on the horizon and she couldn’t do anything about it. She made her way to the shoreline where the oceans waves meet with the sand. She jumped off her horse, taking in the ocean.

“I don’t know what to do, but I…have to try.” She whispered to herself.

"I'm sorry he's already went to bed and he isn't one to get woken up I'm so sorry."

Alice fought to keep the anger off her face and maintain her big eyed tearfulness, but this man was being exceptionally difficult. Alice was use to just having to bat her eyelashes and get exactly what she wanted. 

"No! I have to see him!" Alice felt her frustration get the better of her and she stood up, storming along the corridor past Aaron and up the stairs onto the deck. It was windy up on deck and it whipped through her blonde hair, blowing it back and tousling it. Her dusty white and slightly torn dress whipped around her knees, also dragged back by the wind.

She stormed across the huge deck. Tiny invisible drops of water hit her cheeks and she could hear the waves gushing against the side of the boat. It was dark outside and the moon hung ominously over them. To the right she could see Maverick stood by the edge of the boat looking into the waves. Another pirate sat, reading by candlelight to the side of him. But she didn't have time for them right now.

She stormed across the deck. "Where is he?!" she screamed at no one in particular. "Where's the Captain?! I need to see the Captain!"

She began banging on any doors that lead off from the deck. Her fist pounded against them angrily. "Come out and speak to me!"

She tried the handle on a door, twisting it viciously in her hand. It had big grand carvings above it and a gold handle. It was locked. This must be the Captain's quarters.

She banged again, harder. The sound of her fist on wood echoed around her loudly. "Come out and tell me what you did to my father!" she shouted in the direction of the door.