Title: An Unlikely Love
Author: Tormented Dreamer
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Style: Original Characters, PotC; romance
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Will Turner, Commodore Norrington, Elizabeth Swann-Turner, Jack Sparrow, Port Royal, and The Black Pearl are all owned by Disney and the makers of "Pirates of the Caribbean". No copyright intended. The only thing that belongs to me is Captain Rayen Jordan and the ship The Deathblow who is owned and ran by Rayen Jordan, the only female captain who ever sailed the seven seas . Oh! And the scenarios are mine. No stealing! .;;
Author's Note: I don't know how good this is going to turn out, so please forgive me. This is my first romance story and my first PotC story... you must forgive me... bows Hope you like. Please r&r.. Huggles, kisses, and sour skittles...
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Chapter One: Port Royal
A girl of eighteen years of age stood at the prow of the ship, staring off into the foggy abyss. Now, normally, a female would not be allowed on board any ship at all - it was said to be bad luck - but what did she care? She was a pirate, was she not? A pirate belonged at sea, did they not? She took in a deep breath of the fresh, salty, sea air. Her hair was a shoulder length black and she had dark green eyes that were beautifully accented with the thick lining of kohl she had on. The sun was just barely peeking over the broadening horizon, painting the sky a gorgeous pink and blue.
"Cap'n...?" called a strong male voice from behind her.
She turned slowly, "Aye?"
A salute, "We be reaching land in 'bout an hour,"
"And?"
"Yer orders?"
An annoyed sigh, "Full speed ahead,"
"Aye aye, cap'n!" the first mate retreated to the quarters to alert the rest of the crew of the ever fast approaching land.
Rayen walked to the captain's quarters and unrolled a map, studying it carefully. Something didn't add up. The nearest land would've been Port Royal, and if that was the case, they should've been there yesterday. She shrugged it off and pulled out a leather bound journal she had kept since she started her voyage. The eighteen year old grabbed a pen, ink well, and began to write down some random thoughts:
5 November, 1672
It has been many-a month since I have seen land and I wish not to see it again. The sea has become what I am use to and I fear that if I set foot upon land, I shall have forgotten how to walk. The sunrise this morn' was as gorgeous as it was the day before. It were pink and blue today. The crew has been acting strange lately. Everyday day they say we are about to reach land and we ne'er do. Something is amiss. Fear a mutiny.
"Land ho!" rang out on deck. Rayen poked her head out of the cabin and sure enough, there was Port Royal. Her mouth stood agape for a moment before she remembered that she had to give out orders to her crew. Rayen sauntered over to a nearby crate and hopped on top of it.
"All right, mates… We be at Port Royal… one of the richest ports in all the world… hence, be on yer best behavior, aye?" Rayen winked seductively at them.
"Aye!" cried her crew of ten.
"Take only what you can carry and no, and I mean no, prisoners. First one of ye to bring a prisoner on board shall be placed with the Black Spot or you will be shark's bait. If ye wan' to get serviced by a hooker, do so on land. I will have no whores upon my ship. Understood?"
"Aye."
"Now be gone wit' ya!" Rayen jumped down off the crate and stepped into one of the lifeboats along with four other crew members.