A/N: So I probably shouldn't have started on another story when I have one that I only posted one chapter on so far. But I couldn't help it this idea popped in my head and I began to write and couldn't stop. Hopefully a new chapter for my other story will be posted this week. Obviously this story is going to be extremely A/U but it should be fun. I really like the idea for this one. = )

Chapter I

She stood in the crow's nest looking out to the never ending blue sea, the same color of her eyes. Her rich fiery red hair tied back in a braid. She wore a white blouse with a dark green corset over it and black pants with brown boots. She adorned many weapons. A sword hung at her hip, a sai in each boot, and a knife was concealed under her blouse on each wrist.

She had a scar that ran from the corner of her left eye to her ear, and one that was quite visible that ran from her collarbone to the middle of her chest.

"Captain!"

She peered down at the man below then back at the sea. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Listing to the sounds of the wind, the ocean. Smelling the salty sea and the scent the wind brought to her nostrils. She reopened her eyes and began her descent down from the crows nest.

"Captain?" The man asked as she approached him, she gave him a smile.

"We continue forward, there will be no storm."

The man gave her a nod and started shouting orders to the rest of the crew on her ship.

She headed to her cabin and paused at the door, hearing nothing on the other side she opened the door. The room was dimly lit by a single candle the shades on the windows drawn tight to keep out any light.

Her cabin was large and spacious, colored in light green and earthy brown colors. It was richly decorated, with beautiful scenery paintings on the bare walls. There was a comfortable couch near the windows, a large mahogany dresser, a large chest, a writing desk, a vanity mirror with a table and a tub. There were even soji screens to provide privacy in case she had company in her room.

Lastly there was her bed big enough for three people to fit comfortably and at the current moment had a frail old man sleeping in it. She sat down in the chair at her writing desk and watched the sleeping man.

He had long grey hair that matched his equally long beard and mustache. His skin was leathery and golden. "You're staring at me." His voice was soft.

"I thought you were a sleep."

"Hmmm." He began to cough violently, which caused her to immediately get up and get him a glass of water. He took a large gulp of water and cleared his throat. "Thank you."

"We're heading to Chesse." She told him.

"The storm they warned you about?"

"Idiots. No one can read the weather."

"No one but you."

She smiled. "Yes, well…" She took his hand. "We're going to find the cure Kenta."

Kenta nodded. "I've lived a long life."

"Seventy is not long."

"Not long for you." He coughed again. "Do you remember when we first met?"

"Of course, you were a stupid 15 year old boy."

"Stupid but deadly." He grinned his almond shaped eyes holding a glint of happiness.

She smiled, remembering when he had snuck aboard her ship and killed about five of her men not a single scratch on him. He knew a fighting technique that was unheard of to her men and two sais as his weapon. The way he moved was like a dance, something she found her self desperately wanting to learn. It was only that and the way he acted towards her that made her spare his life.

He slit the mans neck and turned to his next opponent. She had her sword drawn with other men around her in a guarding stance, that they would protect her meant she was the captain of this ship. His eyes filled with surprise at the fact that she was the one he was sent to kill. The captain of The Siren was a woman. Her skin was alabaster and her hair looked to be on fire. He had never seen such a beautiful women before. Though he was a slave to his master and did everything he was told without question or hesitation he had never killed a woman before.

He had never heard of a woman being a pirate, a captain at that. He had always heard men thought women were bad luck on ships. Causing many a men to sink to their watery grave.

His arms relaxed and he dropped his sais immediately falling to his knees and bowing to her. He knew at that moment what his purpose in life was. To follow her to his grave, whether that'd be now or in years. "Forgive me Goddess. I did not know."

"Goddess?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Her men rushing to attain him while his weapons were down.

"You're beauty can not be described and your courage and strength is of no woman I have ever met. You must be a Goddess."

She chuckled deeply. "I am no Goddess."

"You freed me that day." He told her.

"You freed me in a way as well." She smiled sadly. "My men were not happy I allowed you to live."

"Do you regret it?"

"Never. I have had many men a part of my crew. Many have died, and many have simply left. You are the only one I have ever told my secret too, the only one who has blindly followed me. You are my dearest friend."

He smiled. "You know I won't live forever."

She closed her eyes feeling the water begin to push behind them. She took a deep breath and blinked the tears away before they could fall. "I know, but I can try and keep you alive for as long as possible." She patted his hand. "Rest now. I'll get Salty to bring you some soup." She got up and headed to the door.

"Ariel."

She paused with her hand on the door handle. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She opened the door and left.