Okay, it's been a couple of years since I've written a Fanfiction, but I absolutely love Stranger Things especially the whole Mileven ship as well. I thought this would be a good chance to get back into writing as well. This story is set in the late 1700's there are definitely some elements of the show, but there is also a lot of heavy influence from one of my favorite books Bloody Jack.
This will definitely be a Mileven story, but I really needed to set up the story first, so please give it some time, I promise it will only be the first 3-4 chapters before they come together.
Enjoy! And I do not own Stranger Things nor Bloody Jack.
Chapter 1: Captain
Rain crashed down heavily upon the restless sea as it swirled and crashed, a never ending dance in the unforgiving water. The dark sky above was letting loose a fearsome roar. Lightning webbed its way across the thick clouds illuminating the everlasting darkness.
Down below as the waves churned and crashed a large English frigate fought its way through the barrelling sea. Men of various ages ran about, some grabbing lines as others knotted and tied the ropes to the belaying pins neatly placed on the side of the ship. Midshipman yelled across the raging storm, barking orders to the able bodied sailors, as they desperately fought to keep their ship afloat.
"Open the mainsail!", "Keep that rigging tight!", "Don't just stand there, get to your post!" were shouted out to the men of the ship.
Taking in the sight around him, the captain stood humbly on the quarterdeck his eyes raking across the deck as he watched his men move hastily about, his hands resting behind his back. "Captain, orders?!" officer Powell comes to stand hastily next to the rugged man his breath heavy with anxiety.
The Captain looks ahead of his ship as he takes in the storm around him, he has no worry about the storm, no, what he is concerned about is the part of the ocean they are about to enter, the Bermuda Triangle.
He looks over to his commanding officer and lets out a sigh, "Keep the Hawk, as stable as she be, this is just the beginning, we need to get her to the center of the storm" he says leisurely as he makes his way down the stairs leading to the main deck.
The ship keels sharply to the left, men sliding from their positions as the drenched deck provides little grip for them to stay stable. Some men not so lucky as they are sharply cast over the railings being claimed by the sea. The Captain barely lays his hand down to steady himself as he positions his body to move with the ship, years of practice has made him one with his mighty vessel.
Powell stumbles behind him, just righting himself as he stands behind the Captain. "Sir, this is mad, we cannot face this storm, at this rate we will lose more men overboard then what's ever in the damn center of that dreaded sea!" he shouts.
The Captain merely chuckles as he easily makes his way past his officers and chaos that fills the ship. He climbs the next set of stairs leading to the fo'c'sle and pulls out his long glass, aiming it forward to the center of the storm.
There he sees the clouds thicker and darker than he had ever seen before, lightning rains down in thick bolts a warning to most, but for the Captain it is merely a challenge.
"Steady forward, we have to make it there, for the sake of our country" the Captain commands to Powell who looks at him in shock.
"B-B-But...Captain, the men….t-t-the ship…" Powell stuttered nervously until the Captain turned harshly and grabbed Powell by the collar of his suit. "They all knew the dangers of coming on this ship" the Captain hissed into Powell's face. "You know the King's order, there aren't many of us blessed with a ship like the Hawk, and this is where we need to go before it gets any worse!" he barks as he throws Powell back.
Powell looks at the Captain with wide, fearful eyes "How do we know this is where it is coming from?" he asks shakily.
The Captain turns back to Powell slowly before giving him a harrowing stare "We don't, but it's the best we have to go on, now, direct this ship towards the center of this storm before I keelhaul you myself!" he shouts as he turns sharply away from Powell making his way back to the quarterdeck.
Powell looks over the crew who have momentarily stopped their onslaught of movements as they heard the Captain yelling over the ferocious storm. Powell eyes them narrowly as he raises his voice against the storm "You heard Captain Hopper, aim the Hawk to the center of the storm!"
The men look warily about but quickly pick up their movements once again as they aim the ship towards the dark eye of the storm.
Captain Hopper looks over his crew once more as the ship turns sharply, cutting across the savage waves. He reaches between his lapel and pulls out a long golden chain, where a circular, blue locket rests in the center. He opens it carefully with one hand and stares at the pictures nestled inside.
Two pictures, one of a lovely blue eyed lady and the other a blue eyed and blonde haired girl. He caresses the little girls picture softly, and sighs. "Keep us safe Sara" he whispers to wind, as he hastily closes the pendant and re-tucks it back under his lapel. His eyes scan the horizon once more hoping it is not the last time.