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A/N:Well, never thought that I'd be putting this one up but hey things can change ^_^ The full summery will be put below this author note. This is just to see what you guys think so this probably will not stay up for long... Only for about a week (maybe 2) to see the reception of this story and if I should change anything. Thanks for sticking with me ^_^

Paige.

Full Summery: Lady Alexis had a secret... That secret was something that only those who were close to her knew... Now that she's old enough to understand the implications of said secret she gets the help of her best friend who will help her reclaim her inheritance... Her Pirate Inheritance.

The Angeletti's Captain.

Prologue: The beginning of an adventure?

My life, no matter how stupid it becomes seems to lead to one place... Port Royale's one and only gallows. Now I know exactly what you are thinking, and I for one wouldn't blame you for it is true... In a round about sort of way, that yes I am and pirate, and yes, I do own a ship, but you would be totally wrong about the brand that is supposed to be on my arm and the fact that I hold the title of Lady in Waiting to Her Royal Highness Princess Lillian Evans added to the fact that I'm not a full pirate. Haven't been since I was a child.

The reason I haven't been a pirate since I was a child will be told to you very shortly but there's a bit of back ground information that you need first. My parents, Nikos Angeletti and Francesca Bonetti, were not married. Not many people wanted to marry two pirates, not that my mother was a pirate she was more of a cook on the ship that my father owned, and so I was born out of wedlock. With me so far? Good because it's about to get loads more complicated than my pirate-yet-not-pirate parents.

I was named after my mother's sister, who had died as a child, and took my father's surname, that meant I had the respect of the other pirates. You see my father was the Captain of the most fearsome pirate ship, after Blackbeard's and Davy Jones' of course, but we were still feared and respected even by them. Now I say was because my father was hung at Port Royale's gallows, yes the very same one I mentioned before, when I was a child...

Let me start at the beginning...

My mother and father met when she was taken after one of their raids on a town and she was sent to become the cooks assistant, that's what I've been told. She was 14 at the time and was only just entering into the woman that she was to one day become, at first my father ignored her only interested in what other town he could pillage and plunder so that his crew would stay happy, but over time they began to interact more with each other.

When the cook died my mother became the main cook, and had to serve the Captain, that was when they began to interact more and a few years later I was born. It was supposedly the most joyous day on the ship, the other women that were there helped with the safe and swift delivery of the Captain's child and the partying went long into the night... So I was told when I was old enough to understand what they said. I grew up under the tutelage of my father, the crew and my mother, so I knew how to run a ship, fight and everything a woman needed to know. I know I spent a lot of time with mother fixing the crews damaged shirts, cooking for the cabin boys and navigating the ship while my father watched. I was happy with the knowledge that I would one day be the ships Captain and the crew were happy that they'd have a lovely Captain once more, but that was never to happen.

I was 8 when my father was caught and sent to hang at the gallows, the crew fled knowing that there was no way out of it this time and the ship was placed in the hands of Captain Riddle, the head of Port Royale's Navy. Mother managed to get me and her a place to stay and away from the carnage, and even as much as I wanted to bust my father out of jail my mother kept watch over me so I couldn't. It seemed that even she knew it was impossible for him to escape this time.

The day before my father's hanging, my mother managed to stop one of the carriages that ran through the streets and pulling me she opened the door and shoved me inside, all I did was cry and scream for her not to leave me. She said a few words to the shocked occupants and closed the door, the carriage belonged to the royal family and they did as my mother had asked. Taking me to their palace that lorded over Port Royale, I was stripped of my clothes, cleaned and placed in new garments that I hated, that I still hate to this day. I refused to talk, even when their daughter came to play with me, she was older and knew that I wouldn't talk and yet she had stayed giving me company.

The day after my mother had left me was the day I made an appearance at the gallows to watch the hanging of a pirate, I knew that the King and Queen realised that he was my father and that my mother would have been somewhere within the crowd but I was not allowed to show this... Especially with the cold finger's of Captain Riddle digging painfully into my shoulder. My father died a proud man, he didn't once plead for mercy or forgiveness, his pirating ways were the only way that he had to support his family. No one would hire the son of a pirate, everyone knew it and that was why the children of pirate's became pirate's themselves.

I never cried, screamed or even flinched as the platform disappeared and my father dropped to his death, I could see my mother crying as she turned from the scene of her love dying and even as she left I knew that she had done the right thing, making sure that I had a life and not one of running and hiding. Only when I was completely alone did I allow myself to grieve.

It was when I was 11 that news reached the palace of my mother's passing, of course I already knew and even with the sugar coated version of her death all I felt was the hatred towards the one person that took everything from me, Captain Riddle. The only reason I knew what had happened to my mother was because I had come across him torturing her on one of my escape attempts. I had always known, even if the royal family didn't, that my mother had never left Port Royale, she just knew how to blend in.

Being an orphan wasn't too bad, it was the lessons that I had to endure that was the problem, I had to re learn everything. My walk, speech, writing, manner's... Even the way I held things had to be changed, I had to become a Lady in Waiting to the Princess – who wasn't as stuck up as everyone believed – she was a kind person who had waited months before I spoke to her properly and then it was only because of a word that she had written wrong.

It took a while but the Princess and I became friends, I told her tales of my childhood and she listened, we even sneaked out of the palace a few times to mingle with the children that stayed near the docks listening to their tales of the ships that came in and out of port. We learned of the new Captains and ships that had taken the place of my father's, some even knew of The Angeletti and called me Captain, they even spoke of the ships that I knew from my days with my father, but all too soon we both grew up and state affairs became and issue with us both and all thoughts to my father's ship and contacts were pushed aside.

It was just after I became 18 that the Princess decided to help me escape the upcoming marriage to Lord Lockheart, although I had a feeling it was because she also wanted to escape her own marriage arrangements to a Lord Pettigrew, that and the fact she wanted to help me reclaim my inheritance. We fled the palace with the clothes the cook had given us, and two packs of food provisions, at the docks we met up with the young men that we'd stayed in contact with. They said that new ship was to sail that very night and after a few obstacles me and the Princess were aboard and sailing away from all that we had known, it was only when we were about to change hiding spots that we were spotted by one of the crew and immediately bound and gagged, I remember glaring dangerously at the muscled man before I blacked out from the hit to my temple.

I just hope that this isn't the end of me and the Princess trying to reclaim my rightful place as Captain of The Angeletti.

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A/N:Well what did you think? Personally I really don't like this chapter, it could be because I didn't in a POV that I struggle with... I'd rather do a 3rd person POV but the prologue definitely needed to be in 1st person. Or should I completely change this to 3rd person? Read and Review and depending on the feedback I may attempt to change it into 3rd Person... It shouldn't affect the main story by much if I do have to change it... ^_^ Anyway thank you as always for giving me feedback and criticism... Oh and all Flames are welcome too ^_^

Paige.