A/N

Hey guys!

Not sure what this fic will turn out to be like, nor where exactly I plan to take it. I just realized that there weren't nearly enough pirate AU's in fanfiction, and thought I'd do my part!

I wasn't sure of whether to do a Fem!Bilbo or just a normal Bilbo, all I knew was that I wanted a love story, female representation from a NON Mary Sue character, and of course Bilbo. So this is what I got.

Also, I'm not sure what to name our Fem!Bilbo. Bilba? Bella? Billa? Belladona? or even just Bilbo? What would you vote for?

Let me know what you think!


By his own right, Thorin was a decent person.

To some extent.

Well, depending on the day.

Please define decent.

To be fair, the Mirkwood ships always had vast amounts of treasure, not that they needed it in the first place. Everyone knew that elves were cowardly rich folk, not inclined to give even a penny to the less fortunate.

"You shouldn't have done that." Gandalf's tone was condescending as the party of dwarves examined their loot on the deck, each claiming their own piece of fortune from the Mirkwood merchants. The elves had been easy enough to steal from; they were quite willing to give in when Nori had pulled the makeshift bomb out of his pocket. Dwalin had by now steered The Company well out of range from any Mirkwood canons.

"It's only a few tokens." Gloin said, gleefully examining the several new rings that adorned his fingers.

"I'm ashamed to have joined you on this quest!" Gandalf said, and Thorin rolled his eyes.

"We did not ask for your company, wizard. You came without any suggestion." He said.

"I will not condone your cowardly actions, but I will warn you that all of this plundering is wasting time. We could be at the island already if you hadn't taken so many detours."

Thorin snorted. "There is not a person in the Sundering Seas that knows of that island. It's hardly as if anyone will reach it before us."

The wizard rubbed a hand over his face. "This is not just."

"You are not my keeper." He replied.

"C'mon Gandalf!" Dori said, a simple grin on his face. "It was only a bit of foolin' around. It's not like they needed these jewels, anyways."

"And you do?" he asked.

"Sure!" Bofur said from where he leaned against the railing. "We dwarves are of simple pleasures. Anything shiny will do, really."

"We could always just steal everything on the ship." Fili said.

"Or just kill the merchants, that's what Dain does." Kili added in.

Gandalf shook his head. "Your greed will destroy you all one day."

"But not today!" Gloin said, and they all shared a good laugh.


"Get the first mate up here, now." He growled at a worried looking Kili, who quickly bounded off to find his older brother. With a grunt he turned the wheel as harshly as he could, eyes darting about as he searched for clear skies. Nori had been the first to alert him of the oncoming storm, something he only noticed after the first debris from a ship wreck began to float their way. Night was a particularly difficult time to sail, and the fact that they were nearly headlong into a typhoon was enough to make him swear loudly.

He could see the crew emerging onto the deck, most still in their nightclothes, all looking rather afraid. With a shouted command from him they all got to their stations. Thorin heaved a breath as he continued to pull on the wheel. They needed to get out of there, and quickly.

"Uncle, what's happening?" A familiar blonde had approached him.

"There's a storm on our tail." He said, "Make sure our supplies are secured below deck. This one looks to be nasty."

With a nod Fili darted off. Thorin cursed again to see that, even after the ship had turned, the storm was quickly approaching.

"Thorin!" someone shouted from behind. He turned to see Gandalf, the old man looking shaken in his disheveled robes as he climbed the stairs. "Thorin there's no way we can outrun this!"

"And what do you suggest?" he shot back, panic beginning to edge at him.

"Captain!" he heard a shout. Thorin let out an exasperated sigh as Nori waved to get his attention. "Man overboard!" the lookout bellowed.

"Dwalin-" he called, and the taller of the two was at his side nearly immediately. "Take the helm." He said. "I need to see who's down there."

The sea spray was cold and harsh against his skin as he ran towards the main deck. Over the railing he could see several chunks of wood bobbing up and down from the ship that had supposedly capsized in the storm.

"He's there, near the barrels." Nori said, and Thorin followed his pointing finger to see that there was, in fact, someone waving to them and shouting from where they gripped a slab of wood. With a loud curse he began to pull off his heavier clothes, as well as unbuckle the sword at his side. Thunder sounded nearby, making him all the more nervous.

Before he could think much else, a shout came from the other end of the ship, and he nearly blanched to see that Kili had jumped in after the sod. He watched in fear as his nephew fought against the ever powerful waves to reach the stranger. He knew that if they didn't get to the ship soon, they wouldn't get to it at all.

"Kili!" Fili shouted, nearly jumping off the railing in full gear. Thorin grabbed him in time and yanked him back onto the deck.

"He doesn't know what he's doing!" Fili exclaimed.

Thorin pushed him back further. "Neither do you!"

He looked up at the slowly approaching storm, and then back to Dwalin at the helm. He shook his head in frustration, took a breath, and jumped.

The water was colder than he had anticipated. This surprised him, seeing as he had been at sea for several years and had come to anticipate nearly everything. He inhaled sharply upon surfacing, immediately searching for his nephew. A few yards away he could see Kili and the stranger, each clinging to the makeshift life raft. With a grunt he started to move towards them, doing all that he could to fight the waves that continuously pulled him back.

"Uncle!" Kili shouted to him, and Thorin barely had enough time to take a breath before a wave crashed onto him from above. The sheer force of it had pushed him down several feet. He struggled to surface, and when he did he felt a strange sense of panic flood him when he could no longer see Kili or the stranger.

A shout from his right caused him to turn. Swimming towards him was the stranger, the one that had caused all of this in the first place. Not having the time or energy to be angry, he reached out a hand, and he, no- Thorin noticed- she took it. With an iron grip on her arm he began to look for his nephew amidst the water that grew more chaotic with each second.

"He's over there!" the stranger shouted next to him, pointing back towards the storm. Upon squinting he could see the shrinking shape of his nephew, shouting to them as the water pulled him towards the typhoon.

A rope hit the water beside them, and thinking quickly he guided the stranger to it. Pushing the rope into her hands he said, "Hold on to this, and don't let go."

He didn't wait to see if she understood before taking off towards the storm. He couldn't lose Kili.

With exhausted muscles and adrenalized veins he swam forward, growing more and more desperate with each stroke. It seemed that every time he pulled himself forward the water would pull him back, and at the same time push Kili away. He spluttered as an unexpected wave hit him in the side, but kept moving regardless.

The thunder was nearly above him now. He knew that with each forward stroke he was less likely to get back to the ship, let alone survive. He strained his muscles and continued swimming. He couldn't lose Kili.

He glanced back briefly to see that the ship was quickly leaving his sight. The rain had begun to poor now, taking away whatever hope was left in his body. He spit out some saltwater and began to swim again, only to mistake a large piece of wood for a wave, and suffer a black out from the impact.

He couldn't lose Kili.