Alright. This is the sister story of The Captain. It is the Pearl's point of view. I know that is a bit odd, and note: this is an AU with possible OOC.
If you do not like, do not read.
I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I just own this story and its sister: The Captain.
Please enjoy!
My Captain
The Pearl groaned as her sides was pelted with cannon fire. She could not believe that the usurper would take them into such dangerous waters without her captain's permission. She barely understood why her captain could not sail on her decks. But there was a reason, and that was enough for the hybrid.
Ever sense he stepped onto her decks, she knew that he was her's. No matter what happens. Nor who commands the crew on her boards. He was her Captain. She couldn't take him on voyages or take him away from his pain. But she could sail for him.
Yes, every man who stepped aboard her was only a tool after all. She was freedom. His freedom. She would sail for him even when he dies. But no one would command her away from him. Never. She could fight against, and fire at the pathetic vessels which dare to try to claim him. But never him.
He could order her burned, and she would rise and still sail for him. She would not let go of the only person who connected with her so well. Her Captain.
Her's. Not that lunging pile of wood that tries to mock her with its numerous cannons and men. She does not worry. Her Captain will not fire at her. They were a team after all. He may betray the men on her boards, but not her. She is his as much as he is her's.
So when the men on her boards fire on that pile of scrap wood, and she feels no return she is glad.
Her trust is not unfounded. But how could it ever be? He was her Captain. A pirate in chains.
Her Captain Cutler Beckett.
