Hi! So this is my first new fic in a while. I was too eagerly listening to the POTC soundtrack and this happened. So, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!
Prologue
"Bring her about!"
Rain washed over the captain, water soaking to kiss his very bones. His grip on the ropes unyielding as his second-in-command yanked on the helm ramming it hard to starboard.
"She's hard over!" Yelled his fuchsia-maned, rain-sodden companion.
'Shit! This storms too strong!'
"Ishida! Are the cannons loose?!"
His black-haired gunner only grimace from across the deck, equally as sodden.
"All cannons are loose, nothing else can weigh her down!"
"Have we dropped anchor?!"
"Aye! Nothing's holding her!"
'Shit. My crew!'
Captain Kurosaki Ichigo could only look on at his ship, each and every man sodden from the rain, arms bulging trying to keep the sails at starboard, he himself on the banister pulling with all his might. Yet the storm was relentless, the seas were too strong and his ship too fragile. He'd been sailing the mighty for five years now, the youngest Captain to have ever sailed in the Royal Navy, and now, they were to die at sea, no way to inform his family. His crew to be lost.
'No'
He flung his head to the tumultuous sky, the clouds black, lightning crashing in the distance.
'God, please! If you are about, please, just save my men, save my crew, anything!'
For a moment the sky continued, but a small opening appeared and light shone upon the sea behind him.
'Jump? No, I cannot! I cannot lose my men!'
Ichigo Kurosaki was a man of honour, he would never abandon his crew. Besides, he was a sailor, and superstition ran rife. He'd heard the tales of Mer-witches, eager to grasp young men in their clutches, and then drown them at the bottom of the sea after they had finished with their prey.
'Not a chance'
Thunder crashed, and a flash of blinding light burned his eyes, the rope in his hands was torn from his grip, he felt a sudden explosion in his chest, a breeze and a rush of cold before something slippery grasped his burning remnants of his ship plastered his vision as he felt the sensation of floating.
"Well well . . . What have we here?" A smug, wind-chime voice sang in his ear.
The next moment, he saw black.
So just a quick one, hopefully to set the scene! Thanks for reading! :D
