A/N: I love Pirates of the Caribbean so much I decided to create a story with it! Here it is! It may have some references to the NEW POTC movie, Dead Man Tell No Tales but not so much since I'll be taking a different turn from what the plot of the movie has. So here it is! So excited to be starting on a new story!
The night air was quiet. The waves flowed back and forth in a rhythm that rocked the ships gently which were docked at multiple ports. Lanterns were lit along the path of the wooden posts to help passersby to see where they were going. Tonight was peaceful in the Blackpool Port. That is until a girlish scream broke the silence followed by a giggle in one of the ships.
"Darling, I told you to be quiet. Unless you want to be shushed the hard way." A male voice said. They had boarded onto one of the ships since the crew had visited a nearby tavern. Which gave the two the perfect opportunity to be alone without interruptions. His muscular arms caught the escaping red headed woman and pulled her back into her arms. She let out a playful scream but didn't fight back. Her slender body turn toward him, pushing her bosom against his chest with a giggle.
"What if I do want it the hard way?" She asked, drawing an invisible circle on his dimpled cheek and over his scar as well. He raised a brow and pulled her face towards him, locking lips. While their arms explored each other's body, meanwhile a light appeared in the hallway outside of the room the couple was in. The lantern was brought up to reveal a fine but tense face of a woman. Her soft brown hair was framed around her face, creating shadows from the lantern. Her clear hazel eyes looked over to the next room and she followed the noise. Her strides were silent as she neared the room. The squeals and protests were getting louder.
"Thomas!" The woman holding the lantern hissed when she came inside. The couple broke apart, eyes wide and face flushed. Thomas flashed a cheeky dimpled grin, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. The scar above his cheek moved with his smile. His shirt was opened halfway, revealing the tanned muscular chest. The woman was in a tight fitted dress, pushing her bosom together. The woman suddenly felt conscious and crossed her arms, wondering who the mysterious woman was.
"Who is she?" The red head asked. Emmaline said nothing as Thomas threw her a surprised look. She only leaned against the table that held jars and boxes of herbs for medical purposes and cocked her head slightly to the left side.
"You don't know who she is?" He asked. The red headed woman shook her head. She was a bit annoyed their play time was rudely cut short by this woman. However, her hazel eyes and the two swords were becoming familiar to the red headed woman.
"Evenin, Emmaline." He spoke. The red headed woman's face paled upon hearing the name. Emmaline, the most fearful female pirate who was known to single handedly fought a ship that carried the name of the East India Trading Company with her two swords. She looked at Emmaline, who as if she knew, gave a satisfied smirk, knowing the name helped her memory.
"Captain," Emmaline added, lighting the room with her lantern. They were in the cellar, more specifically the storage cellar of the ship. There were barrels, carrying water and rum lined up against the wall. There were piles of trunks stacked upon each other further in the back of the storage cellar. It could possibly contain the riches that Emmaline and her crew had gathered from seizing ships.
"What are you doing? You're supposed to be going over inventory." Emmaline said, shifting her weight onto one foot while crossing her arms. Her two swords that were on both sides of her hips caught the light and twinkled. The woman must have noticed because she tensed up the minute she spotted the famous weapons. Emmaline looked at the woman to the right and looked back at Thomas. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his excuse.
"Ah, well, I apologized. But, I can't help but be indulge in the nightlife of Blackpool. After all, it is my home." Thomas replied. His handsome face smiled back at her, showing his pearly whites.
"Every port is your home when they have women there. I better see you doing what you are supposed to be doing when I come back." Emmaline said. She then moved her eyes to the woman. She was looking with fear. Good. Emmaline nodded her chin to the door, signaling the woman to leave. The woman slipped out of the room in a hurry, avoiding eye contact with Thomas and Emmaline. Her heels clicked on the wooden stairs as she go.
"You always have to ruin my fun," Thomas said. He raked his fingers through his short black hair and buttoned his shirt.
"I have to. I am the Captain. And you are my right hand man." She reminded him. Emmaline looked out to the window that gave her a view of the open ocean. "The ship will be arriving tonight. Does the crew know what to do?" She asked, still looking out. Thomas nodded, "Yes. They are already in their positions. Ready to attack on your command, Captain." He replied. They had arrived at Blackpool Port because of a rumor that a slave ship was heading this way. Emmaline made her crew stopped at Blackpool the night before the ship would arrive so she can free the slaves. As for the people who captured and sold the slaves, they pray she will be in a good mood to have mercy on them. Rapid footsteps echoed above their heads and became increasingly louder as it neared the storage cellar.
"Captain!" It was Gimly, one of her crew. Emmaline turned around and waited to hear the news. "They've arrived. They're already auctioning the slaves!" He managed to say between breaths. Gimly had been a loyal member of the crew for years since Emmaline was 15. Although his physical body couldn't keep up with his feet, he was always the first to know of any news or updates and he wastes no time to tell his captain. Emmaline and Thomas looked at each other, bewildered. Auctioning at a time like this?
"Let's go." Emmaline said, walking out of the cellar first. Thomas followed behind and then Gimly who let out an exhausted groan but followed after as well.
"Sold! To the gentlemen for 30 shillings!" The auctioneer announced. The slave that was bought, bounded, were escorted off the stage as the next slave stepped onto the platform. A huge crowd had gathered at the auctioning. A hooded cloak pushed through the crowd, making sure their weapon didn't touch anyone. They stopped halfway near the platform and looked up. It was Emmaline with a grim face. A figure appeared beside her and pulled down their hood, revealing to be Thomas.
"We were too late," Emmaline said, watching as the slave was bought by a burly man.
"They are ready on your command," Thomas said. He looked around and his eyes looked far back to glance at some of the areas the members of the crew were hiding from.
"Now, for the next slave. I have two actually." The auctioneer said. His glasses glinted by the lights of the lantern. "Bring them out!" He yelled. Two heads bobbled and peeked as they went up the stairs. Their silhouette was revealed as they ascended the platform. Emmaline's jaw tightened looking at the two people on stage. They were males. One was a young man, about Emmaline's age with chocolate brown hair and tanned skin. He was a bit shorter than the man standing next to him. The other male had long dreads with shells tied to some locks. His forehead was covered by a red bandana.
"Oh no," Emmaline said, looking particularly at the man with the red bandana.
"If anyone buys me, you'll have to buy my friend as well. He's still fresh meat in the business, eh?" The soothing voice said to the crowd. Thomas almost let out an annoyed sigh but stayed still.
Emmaline crossed her arms, her lips thinning in a frown. "Captain Jack Sparrow."