Chapter 3 Lucas My arm felt like it was on fire. How in the world was Jacqueline that strong? “Are you okay, Lucas?” Charlotte said after the men left us. The room they had set up was nice for a room on a pirate ship it had three beds...that's it . “I guess,” I replied, feeling hurt that Charlotte hadn’t shared such a big part of her life with me and Sam. “Look Lu Those people are not my family. They never have been and never will be. They are criminals who should have been hanged a long time ago—especially Jacqueline and her so-called father.” I was a bit shocked at those last words. Jacqueline looked to be my age; how could anyone want to hang an eighteen-year-old girl? Even if she was a pirate, if she grew up in it, it was probably all she ever knew. She probably could be saved and rehabilitated into society. “But she's your sister! What did she ever do to you?” I asked, recalling the look of sadness on Jacqueline's face when Charlotte didn’t hug her. It was a face of someone who was lonely, someone who felt like no one cared about them. I knew that face very well; I had seen it in the mirror a lot when I was younger, and it made me want to show her that she wasn’t alone—that I cared. “She took my mother away from me,” Charlotte said. She had no tears in her eyes, but I could tell she was holding them back. “When I was seven, my mother was taken by pirates. It took almost a year to find her, but when they did, she didn’t want to come home. I saw her standing on that ship, holding a baby. She had fallen in love with the very pirate that took her. That baby was Jacqueline. She wanted to stay so she could live her new life with that pirate and that baby.” Charlotte was crying now, but not from sadness but from anger. “I don’t see how that’s Jacqueline’s fault. If it’s anyone’s, it’s your mother’s. So why should you and Jacqueline’s relationship suffer because of something your mother did? Look, you have this new family,” I said, sitting down next to my brother, who was still knocked out. “And from what she said, she is not as lucky as you are. She’s alone, Charlotte. She may have all these men who serve under her, but workers aren’t family.” Charlotte was quiet. “It’s not like we have a choice anyway. But fine,” she said, sitting down next to Sam. “Good. Now I’m going to ask Jacqueline how the heck she did that flip thing, because that was awesome.” I said, walking out of the room. Surprisingly, there were no men guarding it. I walked down to the main part of the ship. No wonder there was no one guarding the door; everyone was out here raising the sails, adjusting the rigging, and doing other things to get the ship going. And there she was, at the wheel, shouting orders as she steered the ship away from the dock. I walked up to where she was steering. “Hello,” I said, unsure how to approach her. I mean, the last time I did, I ended up on the ground. “What's up?” she said, turning to me. I was pretty sure she should have been steering the ship, but I kept my mouth shut on that thought . “I was just wondering if you could teach me how to do that flip thing you did to me earlier.” I was kind of nervous about how she would answer. “Sure, just as soon as we get farther out to sea. Don’t want any guard ship tailing us,” she said. Now that I was closer, I could see she had lots of scars on her arms and neck, including a small scar over her lip and another on her cheek. I could also see she had a lot of tattoos on her arms, which was kind of cool. I wondered if I could get one on this trip.
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