If Everyone Cared

By: RoCkIn' RoBiN

BOOM! BAM!

"MOVE TROOPS!"

I know weird way to start a story but, now that I've got your attention, this story's good.

Gracia Stevens ran down the streets of Port Royal with the other troops in her unit to look for a certain person.

Cutler Beckett (not lord yet)

He'd been wanted in every town and two countries. He robbed, killed, and raped. Knocking down anyone in his path.

Gracia's unit was the best unit for the job and her unit had him right where they wanted him. They found him huddled up in a chicken coop with an egg in his hand. Gracia sighed thinking about how his life must have turned out this way.

"Want one?" Cutler laughed nervously extending the egg out into Gracia's face.

He looked terrible! His clothes were ripped and dirty from looked like years of wearing them everyday, and his face was a long, dirty brown hair.

"No thanks," Gracia sighed helping Beckett onto his feet, "let's go."

Gracia then felt a knife against her back and a heavy breathing.

"You aint taking me that easy, love," Beckett whispered in her ear. (He had to stand on his toes to do so) (He's 5'5!) (LOL!)

Grabbing the knife and knocking him to the ground, Gracia sighed and leaned down and said coldly, "I'm not a messenger, I'm a deliver."

Beckett gasped and looking like a girl about to be kissed by a jerk he replied, "you won't dare!"

Laughing at his expression and his remark, Gracia yanking him off the ground looking into his eyes and yelled into his face angrily, " WANNA BET?!"

"GRACIA!" a voice yelled coming down to the little chicken coop. It was her best friend private Ray Norrington. Gracia was a colonel and was supposed to be mean to him but she treated him like a brother and best friend.

"Hey Ray, look what I found!" Gracia cried pulling Cutler in front of her.

Walking down the hill to the coop, Ray laughed and grabbed Beckett by the arm and looked him over for anything suspicious.

"Bravo Gracie," Ray said clapping and laughing hard.

"Let's go Cutler Jean Beckett," Gracia replied grabbing his other arm and dragging him along with Norrington.

Getting him on the ship was the hard part through. He had a fit! He would bite, curse, sip, and cry. Until, Gracia couldn't take it anymore and knocked him off with a her pistol.

Cutler hit the ground like a ton of bricks.

"Ouch," Ray said picking him up and dragging him on the ship.

"Uhhhh," Gracia groaned getting on the ship as well.

But, something caught her eye, a ship.

A ship with black sails.

T.B.C.