Stolen Heart

Stolen Heart

Chapter ~1~

Caine pov

I walked down the dingy corner of the shopping market, there were old men guffawing and women in their days best looking like they were wearing a sodding chicken on their head! Twits. I hopped into a puddle staining their white dresses, the ladies in waiting society was supposed to stop by the ophanage a week ago and they yet to do it. Lying rats! As the dingy water hit the skirts they screamed, I trudged on in my boots and trousers. My ruddy white shirt wrinkled and my waistcoat open. I left my jacket open to as the salty breeze was welcome. I closed my eyes and went on through the streets.

"Caine! Where the bloody hell have you been?!" Elizabeth yelled, she was the orphanage mother.

"Around..." I sigh

"Well I've had enough of the rubbish you've been slinging here!" the ophanage mother scoffed

"What should I do then?"

"Get out!"

I pushed past and took my things and packed them in my tatty bag. As I closed it I turned and saw Mary staring at me, we were so alike some thught us twins...

"Caine... Where will you go?"

"Mary I'm free and I'm going to go somewhere amazing and sail around, when I'm a good person I'll come straight back for you, so until then swear by the queens name you'll be good!"

"I swear! I swear!"

I nodded and kissed her forehead and walked out the doorway. I left toward the harbor and had to pass through the tavern area, perfect area for blaggard drunks... I saw a man with a sword by his side and a shilling pouch and rings. I bumped into him and he helped me up.

"begging your pardon sir." I mumbled looking shamed as appropriate.

"Not a problem m'boy" I felt a bit bad as this man was a bit kinder than most of these drunkards... I bowed a bit and turned to leave.

"oh by the way I would like my shillings pouch and rings back..."

"begging your pardon sir but you best rest that head of yours, I have no royalties on my person..."

"oh really?" he grabbed my wrist and touched my arms checking my sleeves then one hand creeped to my stomach and down to my front trouser pockets, when they came up empty he touch my arse! I yelped as he squeezed my buttocks and then my thighs. I wouldn't let him have anything after this, his hand crept up to my stomach and continued it's higher accension.

"stop it you sodding tosser!!!" I bellowed

"what's your name?" he grinned

"Caine."

"Your real name..."

"...Catherine"

"Well m'lady, Catherine, welcome to the crew of the infamous pirate captain Jack Grimm.