ATTENTION: General warnings apply for language, spoilers, and violence. Future warnings will apply as needed for that chapter.
Title: 'Shining Silver'
Series: Treasure Planet
Ship: Female Silver x Jim Hawkins
Premise: Just another take on Treasure Planet with a gender bent Silver and a little more violent adventure.
A/N: I have never written one of these before and as always it is a little nerve wracking starting out! I'm excited to see how this goes and to anyone who reads, thank you in advance. Constructive criticism is always welcome! Hopefully it will not only improve this story but can also help me work on my writing as a whole. All I ask is please do not flame me or your fellow readers!
"I do not own Treasure Planet"
Chapter 0
Prologue
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"We should attack now captain!"
"Yes take 'em dem before dey even know whad hid 'em!"
"Why do you hesitate?"
"Silence fools." The quiet yet strong voice sliced through the air, snapping attention to the lone figure standing at the helm. The polished black boots hit against the smooth wooden steps as the captain descended, fingertips running across the oak railing. The faded crimson red pants, white flowing shirt, and black trench coat came into clear focus as the eerie figure slunk out of the shadows.
Captain John Jay Silver emerged into the moonlight as she continued to saunter toward her motley crew. She stood at average height with skin the color of rich coca, wavy raven black hair, and piercing dark brown eyes that could make a grown man shrink back in fear. A cold malicious demon who leads her crew of assorted creatures into countless raids and one of the most feared living pirates in the entire known galaxy. Her and her men would take everything from their unlucky victims, including their lives.
Cold sharp eyes settled on the old spider like crabbed legged alien who, to his credit, only jumped slightly. The aging alien had a nasty habit of questioning his captain and his tongue would often get him a severe beating. "Scroop front and center," she ordered in a smooth tone. Her call like that of a siren's deadly lullaby.
The alien stepped anxiously forward. Unable to find the courage to look his captain in the eye as he approached the demon. The rest of his comrades took a collective step back while some of the veterans of Silver's crews snickered at the crab's misfortune. Bone heads would always question the captain's authority and it was always quite fun disciplining those who stepped out of line. What was more entertaining? Watching her personally punish difficult subordinates.
Poor Scroop. A veteran indeed and yet always pushing the pirate queen close to the edge. The alien stopped just a little way from the young woman; eyes casted down toward his claws, as though trying to find the courage to look up into those dark eyes. Her hips swayed slightly as she closed the distance between them, delicately pulling out a jagged dagger from her coat. "Questioning my resolve once again?" she purred as she caressed the blade against her fingers tips, all the while glaring at the man.
"I was simply stating a question Captain. No disrespect meant." The poor creature's voice quivered under the pressure exerted by the unpredictable woman before him. Silver was well known for her short temper and ruthlessness. Despite being merely a human she had gained an infamous reputation for the torture, massacre, and looting of hundreds of unlucky ships.
"Tell me are you truly brave enough to question me or-" her eyes flashed as the blade soared just inches from the man's face and embedded itself into the mast a few feet behind the alien. A small cut appeared just below the creature's eye and began to bleed. "-do you have a death wish?"
Her sharp glance turned to the rest of her men, not giving the tormented alien a chance to respond. "I am your captain and you bastards are lucky. I spared your miserable lives and offered you a place in my home and how am I repaid? Through questions, taunts, and disrespectful snarky comments. You are all miserable piles of shit and I do not have time, nor the patience to deal with damn idiots. So, for all you who think they know better than me."
She grabbed the alien's thin neck, and swiftly swept his six legs out from beneath him. The creature was sent face first into the deck and a strangled pathetic cry escaped Scroop as pirate queen smashed the heel of her boot into his cheek. She grinned down at him, pearly white teeth glowing eerily in the lantern lights as she jeered down at the alien. "I will gladly throw ya my ship."
Nobody dared move or breathe as the young woman released the gasping alien and began to make her way back to the helm, her black coat flowing behind her with every step she took. An ominous and commanding aura surrounding her. She turned back to the peculiar group. The only family she had ever known. People she almost truly cared about yet her distant, cold, and rather violent demeanor would say otherwise.
No.
She would never admit to the small twinge of guilt she would feel when she would punish her men otherwise they would believe she had gone soft, and that is the last thing a woman in this world must deal with. If the men sensed any weakness they wouldn't hesitate to rebel, and mutiny was the last thing she needed to deal with on her quest. She needed them. They are pawns to manipulate and control for the sake of getting one step closer to the loot of a thousand worlds. A legend some would say, but a lifelong obsession for her. She would get this map from that old turtle Bones. No matter the cost.
Reaching the helm, she turned to her men once more. A spine chilling grin crept onto her face as she drew her sword from its sheath and lifted the blade into the air. "Men, to your stations! Time to go hunting!" Her order met roars of approval as the crew began scrambling to their posts. Eager to sink their teeth into battle and spill blood once again.
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The sounds of explosions and ringing of metal clashing against metal filled the air as the pirates wreaked havoc on the ship. Men everywhere fighting for their lives against the wild animalistic beasts known as Silver's crew. Talons lashed out slicing into yielding flesh, soldiers beaten down by wooden clubs, and blood spilling out of victims.
One by one.
She drew her own blade as she boarded the impressive ship and began stalking toward the captain's cabin. It was very rare that she would take part in a raid but oh how close she was to getting her hands on the map that would lead her to Treasure Planet. She just couldn't sit still and trust her men to retrieve the sphere and bring it to her.
Besides, she needed to ease her blood lust.
A man rushed at her. Well-built with a sword raised high above his head, he screamed a fearsome battle cry as he closed the distance between them. The blade swung toward her in a deadly arc as the pirate captain was within striking range. She raised her sword to meet the boy's and the sheer force of her counterattack made the man stumbled backward in surprise. She quickly swung the sword around in a low circle and sliced through the man's stomach. Crimson red sprayed out in a bloody mist as he crumpled to the ground. She glared down at the twitching moaning mass of muscle before delivering a swift strike to the man's neck.
Silence.
Her steel eyes narrowed as more men began to swarm the female pirate, seeking to avenge their fallen comrade. "You are in my way," she growled as she raised her sword to greet the group. The blade seemed to dance in the air and around her body, followed by streaks of crimson.
The final body fell to her feet which she looked down at with distain before continuing closer to the cabin. How dare those fools try to stand in her way. "Revolting vermin," she muttered to herself before striking down another man and kicking the smooth wooden door down. The turtle like alien creature flinched at the sound before turning to her. Glaring up at her with a gleam of defiance shining in his eyes while her own brown eyes locked on the chest he held closely to his chest.
"I will give you two choices Billy Bones," she said with an ominous tone as she stalked closer to the creature. "Hand over the chest and I may let you live or resist me and die."
"It's me map," he wheezed angrily as he drew his own sword from beneath his cloak. "You'll have to pry it out of me cold dead fingers before ye get me chest."
Her brown eyes narrowed dangerously and she lifted the blade closer to eye level. "That can be arranged," she replied curtly before charging straight at him. She slashed at him in a cold fury as the surprisingly agile turtle held his own against her. How dare this heaping sack of shit stand in the way of her and her treasure. The riches of a thousand men was to be hers, hers and no one else's.
Something was off.
The old timer was keeping up with her movements perfectly, his strikes and pars as flawless as her own. Nothing like the stuttered movement one has when age begins to consume you. Something was wrong, that's what her gut was screaming and yet her heart was filled with thoughts of her dream. She slammed her sword down in a vicious arc, sending the old turtle tumbling on to his back. Completely helpless and yet holding onto the chest like a life line.
"Give up old man," she hissed as her blade rested against the turtle's pulsing jugular. "It's over."
"Oh is it now?" he croaked in response.
One final glare and her blade sliced through his neck. Blood didn't spill out as the turtle's severed head rolled across the ground and the pirate captain was rendered speechless. A soft ticking noise could be heard as she continued to stare at the body. On closer observation she realized it was an animatronic. A faint red glow could be seen from within the endoskeleton and as she looked closer, it became clear exactly what it was. A simple digital clock reading two second before zero.
Her eyes widen as the bomb went off and the world erupted in white hot flames.
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AN: Thank you for reading!