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Claimer: I own the plot for this story and the characters you do not recognise :)
The Last few chapters are under re-write.
Chapter 1
Captain Teague and his crew made port in Tortuga late one Autumn evening to look for additional crew members and to stock up on food and rum. They had sailed across the ocean, battleing with other pirates and had finally reached port. Captain Teague was the first to step off the Troubadour, closely followed by the rest of the crew as they headed in seperate directions around the village of Tortuga.
The rum-soaked pirates crowding the loud and busy streets hadn't changed. Whores stood in two's and three's on each corner, rubbing themselves upon their victims as the pirate looked at them with lustful eyes. Wooden billboards hung lopsided from the stained bricks of the lively buildings, and windows hung open for the rowdiest of pirates to be thrown from; pools of mud lay waiting underneath for that specific occasion. The occasional fire was started around the towns and the roads, and the general atmosphere of the streets was lively, jolly and each day and night was a cause for celebration.
Teague headed straight for The Faithful Bride with his first mate Buck and as they pushed open the bullet-holed door and stepped into pub, they were greeted with the familiar rum smell, and loud and drunk pirates. Teague crossed the room towards an empty table in the corner whilst Buck went to the bar to order two bottles of rum.
The dark brown eyes of Captain Teague scoured the room, taking in the well-missed sights of his favourite pub in Tortuga, the drink-stained wooden floor, the remnants of a previous fight that broke out not too long ago still remained, and drunkards occasionally collapsing over empty barrels of rum. Teague recognised the majority of the pirates there, although there were a few unfamiliar faces. Two of the bartenders were new and there were generally new, dirty faces dotted here and there around the pub.
It wasn't much longer until Buck came back with the rum, and Teague accepted his bottle with a gracious nod of his head before taking a long swig.
"Cap'n, it seems as though we stayed away from Tortuga for too long." Buck stated, looking around The Faithful Bride. "There are plenty of new faces 'ere."
"Aye," Teague replied. "Plenty of young new faces." He took another swig from his bottle before placing it on the chipped wooden table. "I'm sure some of them would be good enough pirates to join me crew."
"Aye." Buck agreed, gulping down a mouthful of rum. "Where too next then, Cap'n?"
Teague looked to his first mate before replying, "It's looking like we'll be stocking up and then going to find her."
"Helping out Jack?"
"Aye." Teague nodded, "I need those four rings if Jackie's goin' to get the Black Pearl back."
Buck took a long swig from his rum bottle, "Aye Cap'n. But Jack can think for 'imself...got an intelligent head on those shoulders of 'is."
Just before Teague could take another swig of his rum, a fight broke out in the middle of the pub. Several men from his crew began throwing fists and smashing bottles causing glass fragments to scatter across the already dirty floorboards, "Oi!" The landlord shouted, "Take it outside!" The fight failed to cease, and as the landlord lost his patience and reached for his double-barrel shotgun, a brunette appeared from under the pile of pirates, closely followed by the slim the body as the girl crawled out from the bottom of the pile. She stood up and dusted herself off before picking up whatever she'd dropped and ran into the dimly lit, rowdy streets outside the pub.
"She's gone!" One of the pirate's pointed towards the swinging door, alerting the others that the girl who had caused the fight had escaped. "After 'er!"
As the group of pirates dispersed from The Faithful Bride, the landlord sighed and placed his weapon back on the shelf before gesturing towards one of the two grotty looking barmaids to go and clean up the mess that had been caused by the rioting pirates. Captain Teague and Buck glanced at each other before finishing their bottles of rum and getting to their feet, dodging the occasional whelp and whore as they made their way out of the pub.
In an alleyway to their left, they heard shouting which was remarkably louder than the rest of the street. Believing it was the rest of the crew from the Troubadour they turned their heads towards the noise to see what the commotion was about. Their crew who had caused a scene in The Faithful Bride drew their cutlasses and cornered the brunette who had previously escaped from them. She had her hands up in surrender and she was looking around for a way out. Just as one of the pirates ran for her, she turned quickly to the side and tripped him up - sending him sprawling to the ground - his cutlass flying from his hand. The brunette then kicked the hilt - tossing the blade into the air so that she could catch it and then turned to face the other pirates, meeting another blade with the one she had taken.
"Captain Teague!" One of the pirates called, running towards Teague and Buck, his cutlass still drawn in his hand. "The girl stole Nigel's wallet!"
Teague shrugged and leant casually against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He stated, "I'm sure the seven of ye can battle the one of her."
The girl knocked back three of the seven pirates before she was finally disarmed. The cutlass flew from her hand and into the mud a few feet away from her, but just as she was about to be restrained, she grabbed hold of the washing line rope leading from one building to another - littered with dirt ridden clothing - and swung herself upwards - catching the closest pirate too her under his chin with the toe of her boot. She clung onto the loose tiles of the windowsill and pulled herself up onto the roof; a few tiles shifted and fell to the ground beneath her.
"Amazing." Buck stated, "if only the crew could do that." Teague nodded once, his muddy brown eyes following the brunette as she disappeared over the other side of the mossy and cracked building. Taking that as a sign that he could go after her, Buck ran off. Teague kicked himself off from the crumbling wall of The Faithful Bride and casually walked back past the entrance to the pub and into the rows of rundown, brown bricked houses just a little ways down the bustling street. He walked calmly and patiently along the dirt and cobblestone road before stopping at the end of an alleyway obscured by the view of the packed rum-soaked streets, and waited.
It wasn't long until the female thief appeared and as Teague pushed himself off the wall and stood in her path, the girl skidded to a halt infront of him. Her hair was muddy brown and scraped back into a messy bun tied with a blue ribbon, her eyes were as blue as the ocean and her skin was that of a porcelain dolls. She wore a white blouse, black and white vertical striped breaches and a pair of dark brown laced boots. A silver locket hung from her neck and a leather belt was slung around her hips (missing was her cutlass) and on her left forearm was a white strip of gauze.
She stared at Teague wide-eyed as he just stood there. He had a cutlass and a pistol - yet he had failed to draw them. His deep voice broke through the silent, cold air. "I hear ye've taken a wallet from one of me crew?" It was more of a statement than a mere question, yet the brunette felt as though she was meant to answer it so she slowly nodded her head. Teague chuckled quietly, "What's ye name, kid?"
"I'm not a 'kid'." She scowled at him, gulping. "And why would I give you my name when you haven't given me yours?" Her hand rested on the wallet attatched to her belt, trying to obscure it from his view and to show that - if it were her cutlass - she would draw it.
Teague's eyes sparkled menacingly. "Forgive me," He stated. He then heard the rushing footsteps of his crew members, and knew the girl had heard it too as her eyes darted behind her and back again; anxious to get away before she was caught by the rest of the crew. "I couldn't help but notice how well ye handle a sword." He complememted her, "and that ye footwork is quite unusual. Do ye belong to a crew?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to show his interest. The girl shook her head in response and Teague smirked. "Well then, let me introduce myself," He took off his hat and brought both his hands to his chest. "I am Captain Edward Teague."
"Keeper of the Code." The brunette whispered in shock.
"Aye." His smirk widened, "and I'm in need of some able bodied pirates."
The footsteps of Teague's few crew members grew louder before eventually coming to a halt behind the brunette. The girl turned around and came face-to-face with eight silver blades, she gulped - knowing that she wouldn't escape this easily. "You want me to find you some worthy pirates?" She questionned, warily.
Teague shook his head, "I'm offering ye a place aboard the Troubadour...on the condition that ye give back that wallet." Without a second thought she tossed the pouch of coins over to the man she had taken it from earlier. Captain Teague smirked again, "Now, what's ye name?"
"Vikki, Captain." The brunette replied.
"Short for Victoria, I imagine?" The girl nodded again. "Buck?" Teague looked into the remaining few members of his crew to find his first mate.
"Aye, Cap'n?"
"Take Victoria back to the Troubadour and show her around."
"Aye, Sir." Buck gestured for Nigel to come with him, and as the red haired man re-attatched his wallet onto his belt and shifted his eyepatch into place again, he left with the first mate and the new crew member.
"The rest of ye will gather the supplies we need, and I will look for..." He looked at the brunettes' retreating back, "Worthy pirates...to join my crew."
As Buck and Nigel led the girl back to the ship, Vikki apologised to Nigel for stealing his wallet and the pirate grunted in response. "I suppose yer only sorry because ye were caught."
Vikki chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear nervously, "I suppose you'll forgive me now I'm part of the crew?"
Nigel turned to glare at the girl, but upon seeing her young, innocent face he chuckled and asked curiously, "Ye must've been stealing for a reason, Stripes." Vikki frowned at the nickname but nodded to convey he was correct. "Ye have any family 'ere?" She ran her hand behind her ear although there was no hair which needed tucking behind it and shrugged in response. "How old are yer? Ye don't look a day older than eighteen."
"I'm twenty-five." She replied, scowling slightly. "And yes, I steal for a reason. Which is because I have no money, and I need to live off of something."
Nigel nodded, "It's what pirates do, Stripes. Have ye ever been caught before?"
Vikki nodded her head, "I was in Port Royal a few years ago and was caught stealing from one of the gentlemen...I didn't know he was a merchant for the East India Trading Company. Infact, he was the man who ran it."
"Beckett." Buck stated. "He's dead now, ye'll be pleased to know." Vikki nodded her head in response, rubbing her thumb over the gauze on her forearm. "Have ye been on a ship before?" He asked.
Vikki nodded, "My father was a sailor." She replied. "He taught me a lot, and I joined a crew when I was eighteen. I sailed the Caribbean for five years before I was left in Tortuga. Been here since I was twenty-three."
"I couldn't help but notice ye say yer father was a sailor." Nigel stated, running his fingers through his tuft of ginger facial hair.
"I don't know where he is now." Vikki replied. "I have no idea if he's still sailing or if he's dead."
The conversation fell into silence after that, and as they reached the Troubadour and stepped onto the main deck, Nigel and Buck began showing Vikki around. They took her onto the helm where the wooden wheel was painted a glorious gold. The wood of the deck, railings and mast were polished and kept nicely. The first and second mate then pointed out the dark wooden door to the Captain's cabin before taking her below deck to show her around there. They went into the galley first, and then the stock room where a deck of cards was scattered across the wooden table in the centre of the room and several empty bottle racks stood against the starboard wall. Vikki assumed the crew had stopped in Tortuga to stock up on rum. They went down another flight of steps and into the crew's sleeping quarters where hammocks were strung up around the room, ten either side of the walls and two more rows above them, Vikki guessed that about sixty pirates could sleep in these quarters.
"Ye shan't be sleeping in 'ere with the rest of us." Nigel began, "Tis not proper. Although pirates, most of us are gentleman at heart-"
"-What he's trying to say is that there are a few...sleazy members of the crew." Buck interrupted him, getting straight to the point. "A couple are a few years older than ye and one or two are old enough to be ye grandfather!"
Grimacing at their warning, Vikki looked around, "So...where will I sleep?"
Buck smiled, "Do ye like cats?" He asked.
"Cats?" Vikki shrugged, "They're alright. I haven't really been that close to one before."
"The deck below us is where the cat resides. The Cap'n bought it aboard in an attempt to be rid of rats, but it don't do nothin' but sleep and lounge around."
"The Cap'n didn't have the 'art to be rid of it." Nigel added. "There's an 'ammock down there, I'm sure Boots won't mind sharing with yer."
"Boots?" Vikki asked.
"The cat. Nigel named it." Buck rolled his eyes and grumbled something along the lines of 'getting soft'. "Come on, we'll take ye there now." The two pirates left the crews quarters and took the next flight of stairs down, into darkness. Nigel lit the oil lamp at the bottom of the stairs and carried it over to a room in the corner, where he opened the wooden door and placed the lamp on a shelf just inside the room. "Boots is there now." He chuckled.
Vikki stepped into the room and thanked the two pirates for showing her around before bidding them goodnight and closing the door behind them. The first thing Vikki did once she was in the room was check for spiders and snakes - she despised both the creatures and was known to scream upon sighting one. Once the room was in the clear, the brunette looked around her new quarters. There was a three-draw dresser in the corner with a dusty square mirror hanging on the wall just above it and a small wooden bedside table with an un-lit oil lamp sat ontop of it. Instead of a hammock, there was a cot with - suprisingly - clean white sheets. And finally, Boots, a black cat with white feet was sitting on the bed; watching Vikki's movements with a slight twitch of his long and fluffy tail.
The brunette stepped towards the cat and held her hand out in greeting. Boots curiously sniffed her hand before rubbing his head on it gently. Taking the gesture as a sign of friendship, Vikki began to pet his head and, alas, a friendship was formed.
Hi, I'm new to writing Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction and this is my first fic!
I would appreciate a few reviews, but I will ask for no flames. I already know there's going to be a chance that Vikki is going to be a Mary-Sue :) Also, I know I have Jack's age wrong in this, but I'm going by the films, and to me he doesn't look any older than thirty, so that's what I'm going by.
I follow my own plot in this story, and is set after On Stranger Tides. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I will enjoy writing it :D
Also, my notes at the end of each chapter will not be as long as this one! XD
Please review :) xx