So here's a story I started on a whim! I love this game, but I hate the girl character, so I made her badass. The female charater I imagined is sort of like the picture I have up... just curlier hair, black, longer bangs, and more scars.

So yeah, hope you like it! If you don't play the game you should! Or look it up! It costs a few dollars on the voltage app but it's worth it. Please review, and tell me if you think I'm interpreting the characters right! I'd also like help on pirate slang on drunk people talk... I can't do that very well. BTW there will be underage sex and mentions of rape, so be warned! And the lemons are going to be quite a few chapters in.

Morgan swaggered through the small port town as he looked for something specific. The man Morgan had heard about was tall, with fair hair and pale blue eyes. Which described about half the people in this region. The fact that he was a lord made it a little bit easier, but not so much. He hoped the others were having more luck than him. He smiled at a few young ladies in one of the stalls near him, and watched them swoon. Another time… he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something glint. Turning his head slightly he saw a man that matched the description he was looking for, near a jewelry stall, buying a shiny gold ring for some maiden. He was a lord… he was tall and blonde… it had to be him. Morgan inched closer to hear their conversation.

"Darling, would you like this? It suits you very well." The man was saying.

"Oh, yes! It is very lovely… as lovely as you, Lord Taylor." The lady answered in a light voice.

Yes, there he is. Morgan grinned, and was about to leave when the woman turned around. Morgan had to physically keep his mouth shut as he observed her. Her hair was long and curled gracefully. It's dark, black color reflected the sunlight and contrasted greatly against her pale cream skin. It fell in waves down one side of her face, only leaving one eye visible, but the beauty showing on her face was still evident. Long black lashes framed a pale grey eye, and her lips were a pleasant coral color. Her pale blue gown was adorned with lace and jewels, but more notably was her delighted smile as the Lord placed the ring on her smallest finger.

"Oh, it's very magnificent. This gilding; is it 17th century, perhaps?" she was asking the jeweler. "I'm assuming late baroque?"

"Madam has an excellent eye." The jeweler answered, obviously impressed. The lord grinned and paid the vendor. "Yes, she is very intelligent. I always bring her with me; she often knows more than the vendors themselves do!"

Morgan smiled and turned away. So the Lord Taylor was here. And the woman with him had to be his finance, or some relative. Lord Taylor was renowned for having an extensive collection of jewels, treasures, and artifacts. And one of his mansions was conveniently located on the hillside on the west end of the town. In that mansion, was something Lord Taylor never travelled without: the Crown of Pervious; an ancient artifact loaded with jewels, and a clue to the Island of Pervious, where the crown was rumored to have came from. If such a crown came from an ancient island, then that island was sure to be loaded with wealth.

Tonight the Sirius crew would acquire that crown….

As Morgan walked back to the ship, stopping to chat with ladies, he couldn't get the image of that beautiful lady out of his mind though.

Night

The Sirius crew moved like shadows as they crossed the mansion grounds. Eduardo stayed outside as a lookout; and Morgan, Nathan, Thomas, and Russell slipped in through an unlocked door. Careless rich people…

"Well," Morgan whispered. "Where would it be hidden? This place is huge."

"Should we stick together or split up?" Nathan asked.

"We should stay together; it'd be easier and quicker than having to look for each other again if we find anything."

The pirates began cautiously searching room-by-room, pocketing anything small and valuable they came across. After a few hours, they stopped to regroup in the sitting room on the lower floor.

"We haven't found anythin'!" Russell growled. "This place is huge, and it's probably hidden somewhere in some secret room."

"No, Russell, it's hidden? Why the hell would they hide it?" Morgan spat sarcastically. They had looked in every nook and cranny, and had even found a few secret doors and compartments, but no treasure. Morgan glanced at a grandfather clock in the corner and sighed. It had been two hours already.

"Well, let's keep searching, either way-"

Click

All the men froze as the sound of a gun being cocked filled the room. Morgan heard Thomas whimper behind him.

"What's this? When have pirates resorted to low life thievery? Is making a living on the seas that hard now-a-days?" A woman's sarcastic voice sounded from behind them.

Morgan turned around slowly and inhaled sharply at the sight he saw. It was the same woman from earlier, or mostly the same. She wore a deadly serious gaze as she held a gun against Thomas's head, but that wasn't the only thing different about her. Her hair was loose in black waves and curls, and it showed it her whole face. Her right eye was covered with an eyepatch, not the kind Eduardo wore, but a white one medical one, made from leather. She was wearing a light blue and white camisole, with white bandages wrapped near her left shoulder and left thig. Still, he could see in the bright moonlight that scars covered the majority of her body. This woman wasn't a noble like he had thought…

"You're looking for the crown?" She asked. The men remained silent. Her finger on the trigger tightened and she shoved it against Thomas's head. "I asked a fucking question, if you'd rather, I'll kill him right now."

"Yes, that's what we came for." Morgan answered finally. How the woman had managed to sneak up on them without anyone noticing was beyond him. He could see the knives attached at her thigh now also, and it worried him. Who was she?

"I'll tell you where it is." She stated boldly.

"What?" Morgan asked, his eyes widening in shock.

"I'll give you the crown. But I'm asking for a favor in return."

Morgan's eyes narrowed. "What does a girl like ya' want from some pirates?"

"Your ship."

Her blunt reply had the whole crew muttering.

"My ship for the crown? What the hell do you want with my ship?"

"I just need a ride, to the North East . I'll give you the crown if you drop me off at Murmansk."

"Why?" Nathan asked. "Why go through all the trouble? Why not just ask them to take you?" He gestured upstairs towards the bedrooms.

"I don't need to answer that. I'm not asking why you want the crown, am I? These people are nothing to me, I've befriended them and they've been making plans to go to Russia, but it's been nearly a year, and I've lost my patience. I need to get to Murmansk, I need a ship. I'll give you whatever the hell you want from here if you take me." She looked pointedly at Captain Morgan. "You don't really have a choice, Captain. I'm holding the gun here."

"Hmph, I like ya' spirit, but I'm not sure of your motives… either way, we really don't have a choice. So I agree." Morgan's hand stayed near his holstered sword however.

As Russell sputtered a protest, she barked directions to get the crown, in some elaborate hiding spot behind a bookshelf on the top floor. While Nathan went to fetch it, they stood in awkward silence. "I need to get my stuff." She said finally. "Come with me?" She waved her gun at the Captain to follow her upstairs.

Figuring she didn't want them to take off without her, he followed her to a guest room on the floor above. She began shoveling things from drawers into a black canvas bag, and finally pulled on a silver silk dressing gown and black boots.

"So what's your name lass?" Morgan asked. She stopped and looked at him curiously.

"…Marie. But we should really save formalities for later, the cook gets up around this time."

"Ah…"

Marie and Morgan raced silently down the stairs and met up with Nathan.

When they left the mansion, Eduardo was waiting with an incredulous expression. "What the Hell? Why's there a girl?"

"She gave us the crown after she almost killed me!" Thomas chirped.

Marie grinned at Eduardo from over her shoulder. "You got a problem?"

"Why the hell do you have an eye patch?"

"Why the hell are you wearing an eyepatch when you don't need one?"

"What?" Eduardo growled. Morgan smirked from his position in front. This girl… whoever she really was… was going to add some excitement to their ship.