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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2006 13:51:00 GMT
eagerly I started munching the grapes. Since this was my first meal after the 'lunch' I had yesterday I was happy that I could stop my stomach from growling for a few hours.
While I was eating I glanced at the boy a lot. He seemed so quiet but I could see that in his head he was talking to himself.
The way he looked didn't give away much for me, since I had no idea what type of people were out here in Tortuga. Sure, he wasn't a wealthy boy but that didn't mean he was less then me right ? I bet his mother wouldn't sleep with guys for money, I bet his mother would miss her little boy. So in many ways he could be better off then me.
Eventually it is me again who breaks the silence "Never knew stolen grapes could taste so good" a small smile creeps onto my face and I stare at the boy. "I'm Giselle....what is your name?"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 4, 2006 13:57:52 GMT
I'm about to sputter my protests, to claim that these grapes weren't stolen, when I look up and my gaze meets her smile. The sight of that gentle smile calms me down. The girl -Giselle- doesn't seem to have any bad intentions.. She doesn't seem to want to tell on me. And besides, she shared the grapes so if she'd rat me out she'd get herself in trouble too? I feel myself calming down more, and I even smile a little after she introduced herself. Maybe she's not an enemy, but a friend after all.
"Jack." I reply, and I whipe my hand clean on my trousers as good as it gets before I extend it to shake hers like real introductions.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2006 14:01:18 GMT
I chuckle and shake his hand. He sure does have some manners. he's not as bad as he looks, I tell myself. Never judge a book by its cover.
I pull my hand back again but keep my gaze fixed on him. Jack .. the name suits him I suppose, he looks like a Jack. Roguish and a bit bad. Him stealing things only prooved to me that his character might be like that.
"are you from around?" I ask carefully, not sure wether too many questions would freak him out "I've never seen someone like you"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 4, 2006 14:11:09 GMT
"Uh huh." I nod, no longer afraid now that I realized she can't do anything to hurt me. After all, she won't betray me to those merchants. I point towards the direction of the alley's exit, "I live on the edge of the town." I explain. I'm not sure why I tell her that, but I suppose I want to hint that I *have* a house. Kids usually tease me because I 'live on the streets'. But I don't. I just like it better here than inside the cottage with my father. But nobody understands that, and that's why they tease me. They all have their families, their mommies and daddies who like them and give them dinner and tuck them in at night.. I have none of that. I only have myself, and I can *be* myself when I'm nowhere near my father. That's why I'm always on the streets.
"What about you?" I ask her, because I can't figure that out.. she seems wealtier than me (at least cleaner), but that makes no sense if she'd want stolen grapes..
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2006 14:15:49 GMT
I shrug, not sure wether I should tell him this. My story is rather emberassing now isn't it?
"I live here too.." I nod and then take a deep breath 'pretty near, few blocks away...' I tell him.
Right now I think that's all he needs to know right ? He told me where he lives I told him where I live, simple as that. The fact that I can't go home because there are strange creepy smelly guys making out with my mother everywhere, that's something I don't want to tell right away...
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Post by Jacky on Jun 4, 2006 14:21:13 GMT
"Oh.. I never saw you." I reply, and I shrug my shoulders a little. I look over my shoulder to the end of the alley, where people are passing by in the usual pace of those who just return from the market. I look back to Giselle and doubtfully point at the street "Do you wanna go and see whether there's more to eat?" I ask, because I'm still hungry and judging on how she ate those grapes she is too.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2006 14:26:47 GMT
I glance at the people who walk by the alley. Could I be just like Jack ? WOuld I be able to steal food? It's not a question of wether I wanted to. Hell yeah I wanted to, my stomach was still growling and eventhough I could go home now I know there's no food there either, not untill after my mother would get her money and do some shopping.
Eventually I nod "Yeah I do...." I mumble "But ... you gotta help me" I say eventually "you gotta teach me". Even if I'd never see Jack anymore after this, IF he'd be able to teach me how to steal food then I myself could run away from 'home' !.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 4, 2006 14:33:33 GMT
"To steal?" I look at her curiously and tilt my head to the side a little, wondering why she would want to learn that.. maybe she's not any better than me? Maybe her parents don't have the money either to buy any supper.. or perhaps don't bother to worry 'bout her either? Somehow I can't imagine it. She looks too nice for that. I bet nobody would call her 'streetrat' or 'dirty thief'. She's just a little girl like so many others.. why would she want to steal?
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 4, 2006 14:39:39 GMT
I nod and stare at him with big eyes. WHy would he not want to teach me ? He HAS to teach me!
"I know you can...." I tell him "I ... I really have to learn..." I mumble. If I have to tell him why then I will...that's why I'm praying that he won't ask me.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 4, 2006 14:43:27 GMT
But I don't ask any further.. I know how it is to be in the position where you have to steal to be able to live. And if she's in the same state then I guess she doesn't want to explain why. I shrug my shoulders and then look from the street back to her. She really looks too friendly for this. But I suppose looks can deceive. "I.. I can try." I promise her, though I'm not sure how much I could teach her. After all, I get caught every now and then too..
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