The gulls screeched over head as a young girl watched the water glide past the old pirate ships bow.
" Watch ou' for da wa'er sprites," joked Bartholomew Smee, "they only get seen by the young'ns, so don't go chasin' any faeries ya see!"
"Darling Meg, stand away from the edge please," called her mother anxiously, "you might fall in."
"No need to be so touchy Anne, she can swim and it's not that deep," protested her father. Jennifer stared at her father, short goatee, ocean blue eyes, hook on his right hand. Captain Killian Jones of the Jolly Rodger was indeed more well known as Captain Hook. To some he was an enemy, to others he was a friend, but to most an enemy.
They landed on shore and was meet by many people, thugs, rich ladies with parasols, beggars and pick pockets. All there for different reasons. Some more than others.
Two years passed and Anne was expecting a third child, more people were trying to lock Killian up but over all it was a great time for a seven year old, oblivious to the many things around her.
Then everything changed.
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A Pirate's Daughter
FantasyWhen Margaret Jones's mother and siblings die and her father goes missing and is presumed dead, Margaret, a determined headstrong seven year old goes in to hiding. But every one knows hook has a daughter, but where is she now. Many people make claim...
