(Billy isn't in this chapter but he will be shortly. Assuming any of you enjoy this xoxo)
The rough ocean pounded against the ship sending it undulating at great velocity through the angry sea. Blood slid down the smooth boards in rivers as rain shattered against them. Bodies, mangled and slain, laid mercilessly across the ship. All but the main mast had been crushed by the blow of cannons and toppled down onto the deck. What was left of the ship journeying from England was a disaster. A ghost of such a horrible massacre.
The door to the hold was boarded shut. The only light that came through was from the small slits in the wood but not even the light could chase away the fear that resided in the lone survivor of the incident that took place moments ago. She was a small shell of a girl. Only about 18 at the time. Her golden hair was caramelized with blood that didn't belong to her. It smeared across her ivory skin and stained her ripped dress. She sat as far from the door as possible knowing that someone was bound to enter. Her shaking knees were drawn to her chest. She never wanted this to happen. Who would? She was a girl looking for a way out of her dismal life as a maiden. She wanted adventure and freedom but not like this. She shouldn't have run away nor hidden on an unchartered ship. She feared what the crew would do if they ever found her, not once did she weigh what would happen if pirates found her. But now that was inevitable. As the boards creaked outside the door and the light shining through vanished she swallowed back whatever fear she had left
A knife clutched in her battered hand so tightly her palm was bloody. But she was prepared for the fight that could be her last. Suddenly the door blew open and the young girl threw her hand out and lunged forward. Plunging the knife and her hand into the chest of whoever was there. Instantly he collapsed back and she kept digging the knife deeper into his chest cavity over and over until even more blood spilled out over her. It was warm and sticky as it flooded through her clenched hand. Gasping for breath she fell off of him and glanced around. Dirty blood stained men watched her with angry lusting eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as she raised her trembling hand again. Knife dripping with the dirty blood of a pirate. The man she could only assume to be the captain pushed through the men and bent down in front of her. He had red facial hair and stormy green eyes that silenced her screaming just watched her carefully reaching out his hand. He didn't want to harm her, All he did was slip the knife out of her fingers and gently, Briefly,Smiled. Unbeknownst to her he was the key to her survival. And in the instant where he chose to let her live instead of taking her life for the crew member she had just slaughtered, she knew this was only the beginning. Stories would be told of the girl who survived.
Captain Flint was an honorable man, although one of the more feared captains he respected women especially ones who could defend themselves against the most fearsome of men. He saw something in the young girl that not many could grasp on to, Survival. It stained her porcelain demeanor. It Was all her wide, bloodshot eyes knew. Although petite, this specific girl had single handedly taken down one of his men. God only knows what else she did to survive whatever bloody battle took place on the decks of The Haveral. He escorted the girl into his office. She was still clearly shaken with fear. "Tell me girl" he started "how did you survive" his green gaze was hard against her weary lavender eyes. "There was so much blood and It wasn't my intention to hurt anyone. I hid. Thats all I ever did was hide. I dont want any trouble" her unsteady voice cracked as a single tear glistened in the corner of her eye. she was so breakable. Although uncomfortable, He felt something for her. He just couldn't decided what it was. After talking with the girl about who she was and how she ended up here he noticed a familiarity in the way she carried herself. A younger (much younger) representation of himself. She was no pirate, thats for sure, but she wasn't all that harmless. And with no other reason than intrigue, he decided to take her with them. It was only a short journey back to the island and once docked she could be on her own. it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had