Disclaimer: I do not own Jack, no matter how much I wish I do.
I stopped at the edge of the ship and looked out at the ocean in front of me. It was a beautiful sparkling blue and stretched out for as far as the eye could see. The sky was a soft blue and a small little wisp of a cloud was slowly being pushed out of view by a slight breeze. I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air and let out a smile. I loved the ocean and all that it had to offer me, adventure, fame, riches and, most importantly, freedom was out there, waiting for me to reach out and grab it.
I've always loved the ocean. My father, Hugo, was a thrill-seeking pirate and began taking me with him on voyages when I was five, shortly after my mother's death. On the very first voyage, I fell in love with the sea. A life of piracy seemed to be the best option for me. I hated the rules forced upon me by society. So, when I turned twenty, my husband and I took off and I began my pirate career (his had already started some time before.)
Do not talk to me about my husband, unless you want to die. I don't really like the ma, I used to love him, but things changed. Mainly, I realized that he was a cowardly fool and he was the one stealing all of my rum. The last time I saw him was thirteen years ago when I abandoned him in Tortuga. Where he is now, I don't know nor do I care. He could be dead for all I knew. (That's what the rumors are saying.)
I had my ship and (mostly) a good crew. That was all I needed. I certainly didn't need a husband hanging around to complicate things, and, trust me, that's what he would do. Complicating things was what he did best. Anyways, if he was here, he would most certainly try to take control of my ship, the ship I worked so hard to get. There'd be no way I'd let him destroy all of my accomplishments.
"Cap'n Franzen," one of my crew members, whose name I could not remember, said as he approached me, "there's a small dingy 'proachin' wif two people on i'. They would like t' come ont' ye ship." He paused for a moment and then asked, "What sha' we d'?"
"Let them board the ship," I replied. "We'll take anything of value that they may have and we'll send them on their merry way."
"Alrigh' Cap'n," he said, smiling, "will d'. I'll le' ye know when they boar'."
"Thank you, John," I said, finally remembering his name.
He nodded and walked away, leaving me alone once more. I resumed looking out at the ocean. I had no clue where I was going to go next. I'd probably just stay out on the ocean for a while, stealing from the other ships we'd meet. When I would decide to get off of the ocean, I'd probably return to my hometown of Shipwreck Cove. I'd drop in on my father-in-law for a quick visit. Even though I did not like my husband, I thought that his dad was a nice person, and completely different from his obnoxious idiot of a son.
I heard footsteps approaching from behind me and assumed that it was John, coming to tell me that they had the two men on board.
"Some toothless chap told me that you were the captain of this fine vessel," a voice said before I could turn around. It wasn't John's voice. It was a voice that I heard a million times in the last fifteen years, mostly in dreams or memories of my past.
It couldn't be him.
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