It was dark. And misty. You could barely see anything beyond the heavy fog.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho
Through all this a boat sails across, carrying important passengers.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
A girl with brilliant blonde hair, so bright it almost appears silver, stood at the front overlooking the dark seas.
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho
A pirates life for me
We extort, we piller we filch, we sack
Dri-
She gave a startled gasp as someone lay a hand on her shoulder whirling around to see who had disturbed her.
"Quiet, missy!" a man with brown hair hissed. "Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, now do ya?"
"Mr. Dareth that'll do," another voice interrupts.
Dareth turned around and pointed to the girl. "She was singin' about pirates! Bad luck to sing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog. Mark my words."
The man, with black shaggy hair and in a formal sailor uniform showing he was one in a higher rank nodded. "Consider them marked. On your way."
"Aye lieutenant."
As Dareth walked past the lieutenant he added, "Bad luck to have a woman on board too. Even a miniature one." The last part he muttered to himself as he chugged a bottle of wine.
"I think it'd be rather exciting to meet a pirate," the girl said.
The raven-haired man smiled faintly and started walking towards her and looked at the horizon. "Think again, Miss Borg. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag, and who wears a pirate band, gets what he deserves." He smiled and looked at the girl again. "A short drop and a sudden stop."
She looked at Dareth with confusion, her eyes asking the question for her. Dareth had a rope around his neck and tugged at it, making a strained look with his tongue out.
The girl gasped and looked to the lieutenant again with wide eyes.
"Brookestone, I appreciate your fervor, but I'm concerned about the effect this subject will have upon my daughter." A man with spectacles and smooth black hair said.
"My apologies, Governor Borg."
The girl smiled at her father. "Actually, I find it all fascinating."
"Yes, that's what concerns me…"
He walked away and the blonde looked back to the sea. She saw an umbrella, a lady's umbrella floating in the water below. It was a strange sight, leaving the girl to wonder how in the world it got there. Its handle was sticking into the air as it harmlessly floated across the side of the boat. The girl followed it as she looked at it over the side of the railing. She stopped when it disappeared from her view. She looked to where it came from and her eyes widened.
"There's a boy! There's a boy in the water!" She shouted, getting the attention of most sailors including her father's, the lieutenant's, and Dareth's. They immediately went to the railing and saw that there was indeed a boy in the water, floating on a wooden board.
"Man overboard!"
The lieutenant looked back at the sailors. "Man the ropes! Fetch a hook! Haul him aboard!"
The poor girl tried looking amidst the chaos to see what they were doing to save the poor child she saw.
Before long, they carried him into the boat and laid him down.
Brookestone looked him over. "He's still breathing."
Dareth's mouth hung open as he stared at where the boy- and umbrella- came from.
"Mary, mother of God…"
The blonde looked to where he looked and so did the other sailors. A boat was covered in flames, slowly sinking to the abyss of the ocean as its contents laid floating around. The main topmast fell to the murky waters as the fire continued to consume it.
"What happened here?" Governor Borg voiced everyone's question.
"Most likely the powder magazine," Lieutenant Brookestone answered. "Merchant vessels run heavily armed."
Dareth shook his head. "Lot of good it did them. Everyone's thinkin' it, I'm just saying it." He looked to the lieutenant and the governor and back to the scene in front of them.
"Pirates!"
Borg scoffed. "There's no proof of that! It was probably an accident."
The blonde girl walked over to the boy and looked down at him. He had pale skin and platinum blonde hair, almost appearing white.
Brookestone was all business at this point. "Rouse the captain immediately. Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats."
"Aye sir"
Ropes were pulled and smaller boats were dropped as people continued shouting to one another and giving out orders. A man came and carried the boy away as the girl watched. Governor Borg came to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Pixal, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him"
Pixal nodded and followed the man.
Men paddled towards the wreckage scanning the area for more survivors.
Pixal once again studied the boy. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. She pushed a strand of hair from his face. The boy gave a short scream grabbing her arm making Pixal jump. Her green eyes met with bright blue ones. She could clearly see that he was scared. He's breathe came in quick shallow breathes as he panicked.
Fighting back her own panic, she attempted to calm him down. "It's okay. My name's Pixal Borg."
The boy took a few breaths as he fought his panic before answering shakily, "Zane Julien"
Their eyes never broke contact.
Pixal smiled. "I'm watching over you Zane."
Zane's slowly leaned back before falling unconscious once again.
Pixal watched his face a few more seconds before something around his neck caught her eye. It looked like a necklace of some sorts. She slowly removed it from his neck and realized it was more of a pendent with interesting carvings in it, most being triangles around making a sun-like appearance.
But what really caught her attention was the skull in the middle.
"You're a… pirate!" She said in realization.
"Has he said anything?"
Pixal gasped and whirled around, hiding the pendent behind her back, to face the lieutenant.
"His name's Zane Julien. That's all I found out."
Brookestone nodded. "Take him below."
Pixal walked away from the crowd of sailors to the back of the ship. She cautiously looked around, before looking at the pendent again. She brought it up to eye level and stared at it, before she noticed a dark object floating away in the distance.
She immediately realized it was a ship. Her green eyes widened at the symbol of the flag. A skull with two swords crossing each other…
And that's the prologue! I hope it made sense, and I hope you guys like it. Plz tell me if there was something I did wrong, Don't worry Star Wars will be out soon. I just need to fix some things.
And I'm SOOOOO very sorry if chapter one of If Only I Could Cry is coming out late. Things are harder to write down and easier to imagine.
Just so you guys know, I forgot to mention that I'll be also making a ninjago AU of SHERLOCK HOLMES! Woohoo! So see ya then! Thx so much for all the constructive criticism and for the confidence and all that stuff.
Razena out!
