Hey, ShreeBee here! This is a fiction I started a while back. I originally wanted it to come out the day the third movie came out but, oh well. This is mostly about Raiyne my original character but you'll also see Captain Jack and other character from the movie in the story. So without further ado...

Disclaimer: None of the Characters or locations of Pirates of the Carribean are mine but the Crew of the Sea Stallion... all mine.


Hardship:

The story of Captain Raiyne Jacqueline the true pirate queen

Chapter 1

Now Introducing Raiyne Jacqueline

"Stupid smelly ship…" she muttered to herself as she scrubbed the deck.

Raiyne was stuck scrubbing the floor, again! Raiyne was 19 years old and a pretty good pirate in her opinion. She also refused to wear a dress or skirt, like most girls of her time. That's why she wore her dirty, grimy, khaki knickers, a fluffy white shirt she borrowed from one of the guys, worn to death brown shoes, a tattered red and white striped cloth tied around her forehead to keep her hair (and sweat) out of her eyes, and some gold jewelry adorning her ears and arms, which she stole. Of course!

Raiyne was sick of cleaning the floor and spat on it. She stood up and looked around on the boat to observe the crew. Raiyne was friends with almost everyone on deck. She was very well respected by most of the crew and could very well be captain. That was the exact reason she wasn't.

The ship's current captain was Captain James B. Grear. He hated Raiyne. To him she was a smart-mouth youngster whose reputation was exaggerated and was liked by the crew too much. Besides a girl could never be a captain, it was bad luck. This was also the reason the crew never got the nerve to form a mutiny, for fear of the bad luck that might come to them. So, to keep Raiyne "in line" and out of his sight James Grear stuck her with one of the worst jobs, scrubbing the deck. Raiyne glared at the captain as she threw down her brush.

"Where in heck are we going!" she yelled at him.

"Nun yer business, ya little lass," the gruff captain stared back at his compass.

"It becomes my business when I haven't eaten all day!" Raiyne retorted at Captain Grear. Other crew members grunted and agreed. Grear folded a bit, "We're headed for a port, so shut yer traps."

Satisfied Raiyne pushed back her slightly curly dark brown hair that reached her waistline. Her hazel eyes scanned the wooden vessel for a crew mate she knew had a drink on him. "Cutter," she called. No one really knew his real name. It was forgotten when he gained the nickname of 'Cutter' from some circumstances dealing with a cutlass.

Cutter looked like he had gone through hell and back. He had messy strawberry-blonde hair, light brown eyes, torn and worn rags that he called clothing and a huge scar from a sword down the center of his face.

"Ya got any rum or a non-contaminated drink?" Raiyne asked the ragged man.

"I got a bit o' rum," he tossed her the bottle. She caught it, "Thanks Cutter!" Raiyne took a huge swig and tossed it back to him.

"So, what are ya doing?" she asked him, "I'm stuck cleaning the floor again."

"I'm lookout," Cutter replied with a grin. Though Cutter looked ragged he was a young 25 years. He looked 5 years older than he actually was, but when he smiled he looked his rightful 25 years.

"Lucky ol' pirate," Raiyne reluctantly went back to her brush and bucket. The rum was satisfying, but always left you wanting more, the downside if you wanted your thirst quenched. Sadly, that day was one of the days the whole crew was wishing their thirsts could be quenched. The ever bright sun was beating down on them and the sweltering heat was almost unbearable. Everyone (even the untouchable captain) on the ship was sweating profusely. Sure, you could say it was a hard life, but Rainye loved it. She felt free on the open sea and couldn't live without it even if she was 'bad luck'.

"Land ahead!" shouted the guy in the crow's nest named Ashiton.

"All prepare to pull into port!" yelled Captain Grear.

Raiyne was glad to go to her post and abandon her duties cleaning the hard wood deck. Her other duty on the ship was to man the sails with the help of another crew member. As usual it was Corin. He was a quiet guy, but also very sensitive about his name (being a lass's name). He attacked anyone who made fun of it. Rayine learned of this the hard way a few years ago.

Raiyne grabbed on to the steering part of the sail and pulled it this way and that until they ship finally landed into port. Raiyne usually hated going onto land because they always had to look out for the government army and navy trying to hang them. Even if you hadn't committed a crime, being a pirate was reason enough.

Raiyne smiled when she saw this particular port. She loved the crazy, drunk pirates here.

"Tortuga," she smiled slyly while saying the words.


Well I hope ya'll like the start of my first fic. That's all for now! -SB