Prologue

"He has scarlet fever! Get that blasted child out of here!" Those words, they kept plaguing my mind. Echoing through my scull. I was only 10 at the time. My father was about to die, my mother's dead. I'll have no one to look after me. Most 10 year olds think that they can take on the world, not me I get weak in the knees even thinking about it.

"Wait," my father mumbled before they shoved my out the door, "Liz, my little Lizzie, take this." he said holding out his fist. I put my open palm under his fist and he dropped it. It was cold and heavy. As soon as he did...he was gone.

Without even looking at what was on my hand I ran out I couldn't stand looking at my deceased father laying on that bloody bed from the doctor trying to cut the disease out of him. I ran through the small town, no one even glanced at the little brown haired, crying, pirate, they where too busy with what they had to do. I ran to the port, there, there it was my father's ship The Emerald Gemstone otherwise known as the Emma it was now my ship. Now I had to get over my fear of leading.

I opened up my fist and looked at what my father had given me. A necklace, gold, with 3 diamons randomly placed in it one particular shiny one in the direct center.

This is no ordinary necklace, it was my mother's imortality necklace passed on from generation to generation. I fidled with the rough chain trying to unclasp the link, finally it did rusted on the edges, but it cold stil hold the pendant. I placed i around my neck and made a vow, that those tears would be the last tears that would come from me. From now on I will take my father's place as captain. Captain Elizabeth Jones of the Emrald Gemstone.

Chapter 1

"Capim their gaining on us!" My first mate Maria hollered running up to me tripping over her own feet, "Do we turn and fight?"

"Aye." I said and practically yanked the wheel off I turned it so fast. "Load the guns, grapples ready!"

"Your so sure of yerself?!"

"No." I mumbled. "I'm never ready." I glanced up at the black ship coming closer to us every second. A huge mist of fog was trailing closely behind it. Not good.

"Prepare to board!" I screeched. I knew that this would either be the end of me and my ship or the end of my ship. "Fight till the end! Live together, die together!" I hollered. That was my inspirational speech every time we went into a battle. Though it doesn't seem like much, it kept them going.

The ship was so close through my rusty old telescope I could see their Capitan standing at the bow. I took a deep breath and my crew descended over to the Black Pearl.

How did this happen? H-how?Gone their all gone. I thought looking at the new home I was in, of course I was in the brig being the captain 'n all. The most valuable thing on the ship next to gold and supplies of course. Unless this was a ship with a crew of the living dead who don't need to eat. That sent a shiver up my spine.

I had grown up a lot since ten-years-old. I'm a leader, a prankster, and above all I will not show fear.

I fiddled with a loose string on my sash that goes across my waist. The little orange red string ripped off. I sighed again remembering about the situation I was in.

"Miss," came a voice from the doorway. There was a man wearing a big faded blue hat with a feather on it. With an over coat that went to his waist, polished boots, black or dark blue pants, and a white sailors shirt. He had a strap with pistols on it going across his chest.

"May I help you?"

"Whats yer name girl?"

"Uh..E-Emma, Emma.. Ballomy, sir."

"Miss. Ballomy," he said eyes me up, "Do you know how to cook?"

"Aye sir I do." I said as politely as I could.

"Good, ye will start tomorrow."

"Under one condition," I sad walking over and placing my hands on the cool bars of the cell, "I get let out and I get my own cabin." He was eying me up again.

"Ye better cook good then." He said and reached into his pocket, pulled out a ring of keys, and unlocked the bars.

My cabin was small just a hammock, a chair, and a lot of candles with nothing to light them with, except for me.

Prhaps I forgot to tell you.. Im a witch.

If I got anything wrong please tell me it would be a big help. Thank you. (And no shes not related to Francis Bellomy the man who wrote our national anthem or pledge one of the two)