Disclaimer: I own nothing of Pirates. Alexis is my original character but I think I borrowed the last name from somewhere, not sure where though.

This Wasn't Supposed To Happen…

Chapter 1: Drifting

"What do we do now Commodore? Nothing has gone far as of yet."

The Commodore was absorbed in maps lain out on a desk in the Captain's quarters, trying to pinpoint their location. Commodore looked at Lieutenant Gillette and sighed. He stood from desk and removed his powdered wig, tossing it to the bed.

"I don't know. All we can do is wait." Commodore did not say what they were waiting for, but the air among the crew said they were all waiting most likely for starvation.

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The Dauntless had been out at sea for a week already, just floating. They got caught in a storm and the mast had snapped, with a fair bit of damage done to the ship. They had no way to move, merely floating with the waves. The crew had been going about business keeping them afloat in the meantime, patching holes. The Commodore was growing restless, though the Dauntless was the fastest in Port Royal; it obviously had now been the best built. Norrington knew there was nothing he could do, but he itched for something to occupy him. He paced in his quarters pondering what to do about the situation.

"Commodore! Ship approaching fast from due north!" a runner said out of breath as he burst into the chambers.

"Excellent! Put up—"

"That's not all sir, it waves pirate flags."

Norrington's eyes went wide. They were sitting ducks. They had lost much of their cannon ammunition in the storm, as well as a few members of the crew. He ran outside and grabbed an offered spyglass and climbed partway up the roped still stable.

"Load all cannons on port side! Prepare for attack! Wait for my command!" the crew scampered to do his bidding.

After some deliberation he gave another order, "Raise a neutral flag."

One of the crew stopped, "But sir, they're pirates, we're bound by law to—"

The Commodore cut him off, "In other situations yes, but we are not very well off to do battle at this very moment now are we? Raise the flag."

"Yes sir." The man ran off to raise the neutral flag. It meant that the ship did not mean to fight but would defend itself if attacked.

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A young girl stood at the helm of a ship. Her dirty hair was held back by a band. Her hands were calloused and her skin was a weather beaten dark tan. She wore shirt and breeches that were both too big for her. A sword was at her side attached to a large black belt and a pistol rest in a holster on her other side. She wore a beaten but sturdy brown leather jacket which came down to her mid thigh.

"Their mast is down, they wont be able to maneuver. We head in circle around the front so they wont be able to get a shot at us. Load all cannons; we'll see what we've got here."

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Norrington groaned. The ship had taken a long path around to come to a stop directly in front of his ship. They were defenseless if the other ship decided to fire.

Commodore returned to his quarters and composed himself; he put on and neatened his powdered wig, and straightened his beaten red coat as much as possible in its current condition. He then returned to the deck and moved to the front of the ship where the pirate vessel had lain out boarding planks. He motioned for the crew to step back but be ready for the worst.

He stood waiting alone at the head of his once prized ship.

A small figure made its way across the plank followed by a few of the crew. They made their way to stand in front of the Commodore. The figure bowed with a flourish and held out a hand to Norrington. "Captain Alexis Gestalt, a pleasure to meet you."

Norrington took the hand, hiding his surprise at the manners and stature of the said captain. "Commodore Norrington." He shook her hand and gave a slight bow.

Alexis took a look around at the ship. "It seems you are in a little bit of trouble with your ship here." She said, pointing out the mast, in case he hadn't noticed it. "Might I offer a deal then?"

The Commodore thought it over. They were in need of this girls help. He was not overly fond of making deals with pirates, but it didn't seem they had a choice.

"Why certainly, it appears we have no other options. What deal would you propose?"

"From the ship it looks as if you're stationed in Royal? In trade for you ride there, I get to keep anything I want on this ship."

The Commodore knew he had no choice but to accept, but he appeared to be thinking it over. They didn't have much left intact after the storm, and the ship was going nowhere, so, "We accept your terms," he said and held a hand to shake on it.

"Right then, we will have to ask you to drop all your weapons and I'm terribly sorry, but we must have you locked in the brig, can't have you seen on deck, what would it do to my reputation. Though I must admit, ours is a very lovely brig in comparison to a few I've had a stay in."

The Commodore smiled and accepted though he was thinking all the while how bad it was of him to be dealing with pirates in any form. He and the crew were ordered to drop weapons and were lead at gunpoint into the brig while the pirate crew sacked the ship. The crew was separated into three large locked cells, five in each, while Norrington was lead to a smaller cell, all to himself.

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Night had fallen and the ship had stopped, laying down anchor for the night.

Norrington started from his resting place as heavy footstep could be heard from the stairs. Alexis came into view carrying a basket and three rather sizeable jugs. She tossed a load of bread to each of the crew and unlocked each door passing in a jug to each cell.

She then turned to Norrington, "Would you be so kind as to join me for a meal?"

Norrington, ever the thoughtful man, deliberated, if he declined he would get a bread and water meal. If he ate with the captain he would get a proper meal, but he would have to share a table with a filthy pirate.

"I'd love to," he lied.

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First chapter in a new story, review, tell me how you like it. Please leave a review with questions comments or ideas. If you feel the need, email me at mechawashu2@mailcity.com. Oh, I figured out where I took the name from. It from an anime called Gestalt, so I don't actually own Alexis last name if that's proper wording.