Oi mates! So this is my very first fan fiction (*cheers and applause*)! Pretty please leave a review tell me what you liked or didnt like and all that fun stuff! I'll try my darndest to update regularly but you know how it goes... Right? That's not just me right? Anyway, Ill update as soon as I get ATLEAST one review... *hint hint* ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: as much as I wish I did, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Charlise Siren glared at the back of the soldier in front of her. She had to resist the childlike urge to stick her tongue out at him. The group rounded a corner and the gallows became visible and Charlise gulped, her hands were tied with a rough rope and that left her wrists raw and sore. She shifted her hands again, trying to loosen them.
"Stop that!" Charlise rolled her eyes at the soldier, but stopped none the less. Her little entourage had reached the gallows platform and she was unceremoniously shoved up the steps. She let out a curse worthy of a pirate and saw the soldier on her left grin. She scowled.
The platform was old and creaky, every step she took sent a shudder through wood. Would it collapse if I jumped on it? She thought. She gave an experimental little jump, ignoring the stares she got from the crowd and the soldiers. The wood bounced but didn't break. She stopped her efforts as she was yanked to the center of the platform. Just like a stage! She thought, resisting the urge to say something stupid or to recite some line of poetry. Charlise's eyes scanned the crowd, catching familiar faces and new ones, too. Everyone was jeering at her, as if they wanted her to die. She did a retake, they probably just didn't care. She was an orphan after all. She snarled at the crowd and watched with satisfaction as several of them took a step back. The town clerk cleared his throat and began listing her crimes.
"Sneaking slaves off ships, stealing a man's chickens and another's dog..." Charlise heard someone suppress a laugh behind her and her head whipped around. The soldier was about her height and his hair was tucked up into his hat, his hands had several rings on them, which she thought as strange, since the red coated soldiers usually didn't wear jewelry. Her eyes roamed back to his face, he was tanned and he had a mustache, his beard was split and braided into two parts. Charlise frowned, Soldiers were supposed to be clean shaven. The soldier noticed her frown and winked. He winked. She stuck her tongue out at him, hey, if this was going to be her last few minutes alive she was going to indulge herself.
The town clerk finished his overdramatic rant and moved to take his place next to the Commodore. Her eyes shifted to him.
The Commodore was a tall, thin man, and although he wasn't overly handsome, he had a certain likeableness about him. His one defect, Charlise thought, was his enjoyment of hangings. She racked her brain for his name. Commodore David Aide, she remembered. That was it!
"Anything youd like to say?" Aide questioned.
She pretended to think for a moment. "No." She decided.
"Very well then." He raised his hand, a signal for the soldiers to put her neck in the noose. Charlise looked up as one of the red coats stepped in front of her. It was the strange one, she noticed, the one with the rings. He smirked at her, checking her wrist bonds as another looped the rope about her neck. She all but snarled at him and she saw a bit of shock worm its way into those brown eyes.
Charlise felt something cold press into her palm. The brown eyed soldier moved away, taking his place to the left of her. She glanced down at her wrists and a manic grin crept over her face.
Tucked in between the ropes, right where she could reach it, was a small, jagged knife.