A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short…the other's aren't, I promise!!
Her hands gently carressed the smooth wood of the ship's wheel, her rich auburn hair rippling around her shoulders in the cool Caribbean air. Her sea green eyes surveyed the vast, blue sea before her, and the deck of her ship.
20-year old Emma Elizabeth Morgan Turner was the captain of the ship, The Scarlett Moon, and one of the most notorious pirates in the Caribbean. Her ship was also one of the fastest, and so she was always in competition with Captain Jack Sparrow, and his ex-haunted ship, The Black Pearl. She was also cousin to William Turner, who had also become a pirate, but she had lost contact with him a long while back, and did not know what had become of him, nor what crew he belonged to or what ship he was on.
I looked out over the sea, knowing how smoothly my ship was gliding through its cool, crisp, blue waters, watching the red sun sink under the horizon, when Isabella, my first mate and second-in-command came up on deck.
"Dinner's ready in the galley, captain, when you're ready," she said to me.
"Right," I replied, letting one of the cabin boys take the wheel, and following Isabella below deck, where the rest of the crew were already eating. I grabbed an apple, a small loaf of bread and a bottle of rum from the cupboard, and sat down with Isabella next to Pip and Cutter.
"So, where are we headin' again?" Cutter asked a bit drunkenly. "I always forget..."
"Oh, for god's sake...Tortuga!" cried Pip. "For the millionth time!"
"Right!" shouted Cutter, raising his bottle and smiling. "Cheers to that, mate!"
"Aye!" said Bowen, another pirate at the next table.
"I heard the Pearl is coming into Tortuga as well," whispered Isabella in my ear. I smiled slyly.
"Well we'll show them who's the better crew in the Caribbean, then, won't we?" I said, chuckling. "I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time." I fingered the ring on my hand absentmindedly. My mother had given it to me as a baby, though at the time, it, of course, did not fit my small fingers, so I wore it on a chain around my neck until it finally fit me at 13. Ever since then, as my mother had warned, I never took it off. I always thought of it as a normal ring, but my mother warned me that the event of it falling into the wrong hands would lead to catastrophic consequences. The silver ring was set with a jet black stone, and watching the flames of the fire flicker wickedly across the smooth, glassy surface was mesmorizing.
"What if we meet them on the way?" asked Isabella.
"We'll blast them to bits, is what we'll do!" shouted Pip, who had leaned in on our conversation. "What a hearty entrance that will make when we pull into Tortuga!" she laughed, exchanging sly smiles with Isabella.
"Well, maybe not..." I replied playfully. "What's life in the Caribbean without a little competition?"