A/N: This was a random idea I had and I just really like the idea of pirates so I just mashed two of my favourite things together. I did a bit of research to get the pirate terminology right but if guys spot something I got wrong please tell me and I'll fix it.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Gravity Falls' it belongs to Alex Hirsch and his amazing team. I am not making any money from this fic.
Enjoy!
What a find day for sailing. Wendy thought sarcastically as she ran from the mizzen mast to the main mast to help with the sails. The rain was beating down hard right into her face, her hat useless because of the wind direction. Her eyelids blinking rapidly trying to keep the rain out so she could see. The strong wind was also making her eyesight blurry. The life of a pirate was never easy but in the middle of a freak storm – a hundred times worse.
The day had started out normal enough. The sea was calm, the sky clear and the sun bright. And then the storm happened. There was no warning. Dark grey clouds rolled in quicker then you could say 'land ahoy', the heavens opened and the rain pelted anyone unfortunate enough to be outside and the sea churned and bubbled throwing the ship in all directions.
They couldn't run for cover though. They had to pull the sails in to protect them, the only had one spare set in the hold and it wasn't complete. Sails were expensive, especially complete sets. They did have spare pieces of canvas but a patch job would slow them down. Not that they were in any particular hurry but they were chasing someone.
As she ran, her eyes were up doing a quick head count. Most of the crew was above on the yards trying to control the upper sails. The lower sails had already been pulled in and the mizzen and fore masts hadn't been loosed so that was in their favour but the upper sails were the large ones that needed a strong hand to control at the best of times.
Seeing that everyone was accounted for; Wendy herself started to climb the rigging to reach the drenched yards, they were slippery even in good conditions and she prayed that everyone's life line was secure.
Grenda was controlling one rope of the large sail by herself. Her strength and size were very beneficial in times like these. Candy; Robbie; Tambry; Lee; Melody; Nate; Thompson; Tats; Tad; Toby and Soos were all closing the sails and they were struggling. The ropes themselves were thick and heavy making them hard to grip. The raining assaulting them didn't make it any easier. The wind howled making it hard to hear anything anyone said so they relied on hand signals but again they needed their hands to grip the ropes. It was a difficult battle but they would manage. They always did.
The crew was practically family and they all trusted and understood one another. Wendy knew there were no others she would rather face the seven seas with. She had just reached the yard Tambry and Robbie were on when the wind whipped the rope out of Tambry's hand. With one of its anchors gone the sail was pulled further out taking Robbie with it. Wendy didn't waste any time in jumping forward to grab it. It was a stupid idea as she could have slipped and fallen to her death but she rather it was her than any other.
Tambry and Robbie shot her a quick smile of thanks before all three of them turned to the task at hand. In perfect synchronisation they pulled the sail in together. They tied it down securely and moved upwards to help with the other sails. With all of the crew in synch the job was achieved in no time.
Wendy gave to hand signal to head below deck. The storm was still raging and they needed to change into dry clothing. No one could afford to be ill. They were a small crew on a vast ship, everyone needed to be ready at all times.
As Wendy hit the deck she saw Old Man McGucket cackling to himself as he struggled with the ship's wheel. He'd lost his mind long ago but he was the best navigator Wendy had ever met. He always seemed to get them to their destination without much trouble and his crazy stories were always hilarious. They were mostly at his expense and he didn't understand why they were laughing half the time. He was currently a battling a raging storm but he looked like he was having the time of his life. Wendy smiled faintly; in all honesty he was one of her favourite people.
Wendy entered the galley and proceeded to shed her overcoat, shirt and hat; leaving her in her undershirt, trousers and boots. She rung her long ginger locks out by the door and twisted it up into a bun to keep it out of her face. She sat down at the table in the middle of the room and observed that everyone else was in similar states of undress. Lazy Susan pushed a bowl full of her best soup towards her which Wendy dug into greedily. As she swallowed she could feel it warm her body down to her toes and through her bones. She gave a joyous sigh and saw the beaming smile spread across Lazy Susan's face.
Wendy gazed around the room again and noticed some people missing. Soos was undoubtedly in the hold looking for rope, canvas and other tools to repair the ship and any damaged sails when the storm stopped. Gideon was treating any scratches and other injuries in the infirmary, he was insisting that they needed to make port soon to replenish his stocks. Pacifica was indisputably in the ammunition cabin patching any holes so that her precious gunpowder didn't get wet and therefore unusable. Guns were great but Wendy preferred to get up close and personal with her enemies.
And the Captain; the Captain was doing what they did best, bossing everyone around without showing their face. Wendy alone knew what the Captain looked like as she was the Quarter Master and was able to make decisions without the Captains approval and all of the Captain's orders were relayed through her. No one dared question it out of fear, for a Captain that never showed their face must be horribly disfigured beyond imagination. That was the assumption and Wendy scoffed at them as she knew the truth. It was nowhere close to what the rest of the crew thought but it was funny to hear their theories.
Wendy jumped from face to face thanking the gods above that they hadn't lost anyone. Every person was important to her and she didn't know what she'd do if someone died. It was a risk of course and she'd witnessed it before but she hoped she'd never see it again without just cause.
She finished her bowl and handed it back to Lazy Susan, taking another for the Captain. She yelled her goodbye over the various chatter as she left. She ambled down the narrowed corridor and opened the door to the Captain's quarters without knocking.
The room itself was large but with not a lot of room due to all the clutter. A bed was pushed against the far wall and it remained unmade from that morning. Clothes were thrown all over the room, with a small mountain at the base of the open wardrobe. Parchment was balled up and scattered, most of which under the desk that was pushed against the wall opposite the bed. The Captain was situated here in their chair hunched over a map that they were studying in the candle light. Other maps and various pieces of parchment were pinned in the wall above the desk. To the left of the desk was a small animal bed that held a very round pink pig.
The pig oinked at Wendy as she entered and the Captain grunted indicting that they were aware of Wendy's presence.
"Well, this storm sure appeared out of no where huh Captain?" She stated as she put the bowl and spoon on the desk, careful not the cover the map or hit over an inkwell. The Captain grunted again and reached for the spoon without a word. The only sounds for the next few minutes was the Captain eating and mumbling to themselves, the pig shifting around in its bed, the wind roaring and the rain pounding the small window above the bed. Wendy sat herself on a barrel in a corner as she waited for the Captain to finish, listening to the rain.
The Captain dropped the spoon back into the bowl, echoing in the silence of the room. Wendy knew what the Captain was mumbling about and wanted to say something but she was unsure if it was her place to.
Bollocks to it. Wendy thought. I'll say it anyway. I don't care if they yell at me.
"We'll get him Captain. I swear if it's the last thing I do. I'll give you his head on a silver platter." Wendy spoke softly knowing the Captain could hear her over the howling wind outside.
The Captain locked their eyes with Wendy's, chocolate meeting green. In that one stare Wendy felt the Captain's desperation and she meant what she said. She would do it or die trying.
"That siren thinks he can get away from me," the Captain said quietly but their voice was filled with vengeance as they turned back to the desk to pick up the dagger that lay there. They ran their finger up and down the blade as they spoke. "He's got another thing coming; we had a deal!"
The captain then stood abruptly and with deadly accuracy threw the dagger with all of their strength at the opposite wall. It was lodged deep in the wood that had a roughly drawn picture of a siren. There were several dents and chips in this part of the wall. The Captain was breathing heavily in anger and Wendy walked over to them slowing, putting a reassuring hand on their shoulder.
"I know Captain. We'll find him." And then as an afterthought. "Both of 'em."
A/N: I've been working on this one for a while and I'm so glad to finally post it. I've also got a new story called 'Shelter' posted for Gravity Falls as well and I am also planning the third fic to my 'In Time' series. Check those out if you like this one.
Reviews appreciated. All my love!
