Synopsis: This is based loosely (and by loosely I mean if it was a pair of pants it would need a belt to hold it up) on Pirates of the Carribean and my old OLD story King of Pirates.
Disclaimer: I OWN KINGDOM HEARTS! YES! I'M RICH! Kidding. It's those corperate demons of Square Enix who own Kingdom Hearts.
A Pirates Tale
By Seig Terajima
Chapter 1: King of Hearts
Captains Log Entry, the fifteenth of August, the Third Age
The First Mate's tellin' me we're approachin' a little world, we shall arrive in naught a half an hour. It'll be good to land somewheres, we've been runnin' low on supplies, and the mates are growing restless. They could use a bit 'o fun, eh? Besides, the ships in need of a bit 'o repair ever since we have that meetin' with them bastards who fly under that red flag of theirs. I swear, I'll blow their ship in to the depths of space a' fore we meet again. Aye, they embarrassed be that day, and it had an effect on the crew. I can see it when I walk past, they stop their mumblin' and move on workin'.
Land ho! It's good to hear those words again. We've arrived faster than I expected, but I ain't complainin'.
Captain Sora of the King of Hearts
The captain pocketed his little leather-bound log in a pocket in his black short-sleeved, hooded coat. Seizing his sword belt from its prone position hanging from his metal wall, he clasped it around his waist, and moved towards the door to his cabin, which slid aside with a metallic hiss!
Black boots clanked across the metal walkway of the King of Hearts, as Sora made his way to the cockpit of his glorious vessel. He was quite proud of his ship, it was once an Intergalactic Fleet gummi ship, but he had personally hijacked it along with....well, he didn't particularly want to remember who he had stolen the craft with. Too many memories went along with him...good, and bad. Another door slid out of his way, and he made his way in to the dome-like cockpit.
"Mister Ansem, report!" He said briskly, and his first-mate turned to his captain from his position next to some monitors. More than twenty years older than Sora, Ansem was also at least two heads taller, with silvery-white hair and piercing red eyes.
"Just approaching the world now, captain. Mister Phips says the world is called the Destiny Islands. Very remote, sir. It appears that our encounter with the Highwind earlier had knocked us off course, because we're on the far north-west corner of the charts."
"Oh well, no matter." Sora said, brushing the matter off. He scanned the view screen, surveying the only three islands on the planets wondrously blue surface. "Take her down there." He said, pointing to the second largest island. "We want to avoid the large island here, it's probably a city of some sort. We don't want to attract the attention of the Fleet."
"Sir," Ansem interrupted. "We're far out of the Fleets view, why not take the chance?"
"Mister Ansem, you know that if we were forced in to a crossfire with the Fleet we would be easily shot down, and I'm not in the mood to come hand to hand with them." He glared hard at the man. "Are you questioning my judgment?"
"No sir!" Ansem said stiffly. Sora's eyes were locked in Ansem's dark red eyes for a few more seconds, and then he stood upright again, ran a hand through his spiky brown hair, and turned to the rest of the crew.
"Now remember, you sacks of monkey nuts, this is only a re-supply mission, and as soon as we stock up and make the repairs to the ship, we're getting' outta there. I don't want nobody makin' any trouble while we're down there, ye got it?"
"Yes sir!" Was the resounding response from the crew. Sora gave each of them in turn a powerful glare with his brilliant blue eyes, and turned to the man at the controls.
"Take her down, Mister Phips."
The Destiny Islands was by far the most beautiful place Sora had ever seen in his entire life.
"In my entire 17 years of existence...I've never seen something like this..." He said quietly, and Ansem nodded beside him.
"Aye captain...this place is a beaut..."
The island looked something like out of a fairy tales Sora's mother used to read to him. The houses were small compared to the skyscrapers he was used to see in space ports, and they were metal, not wood. Instead of a paved road, a dirt strip weaved in between the quaint houses. Still, all this was a welcome change for someone who had been in deep space for 14 months with a group of pirates.
"All right, stock up on drinking water, and find some stores to get our food!" He waved a hand outward. "Now, GET MOVING!" The men all gave a half-hearted 'yes sir!' and ran off in opposite directions. Sora dug his hands in the pockets of his black pants, and started moving down the road. He wanted to get a better look at this new world.
"Mister Ansem," He called over his shoulder. "Make sure those bastards get what we need, and don't let them get out of control."
Ansem gave his captain an evil glare before turning on his heels and stalking off.
"...aye aye...captain."
Ansem stalked down the dirt road towards the beach, where the gigantic, blood red starship sat in the shallows. He was surprised that it didn't attract a lot of attention. Of course, they could have just as easily landed in an actual dock in the city...but that suspicious little whelp had to make things complicated...
Finding the group of rough looking men leaning against the crafts side, he beckoned them with a gloved hand.
"C'mon boys...let's get the others and have ourselves some fun."
(Authors Note- well, that's it for the first chapter. Yes, it is small, but its just setting things up for the rest. I promise the next one will be more productive. Anyhoo, R&R, lemme know what you think. Of course, this is a fanfic, so if you've got ideas for it, put em up and lemme know. One can never have too many ideas. Keep rockin.)