If The Crows Nest Could Talk
It was sunset, and a figure could be seen running across the main deck of a currently docked ship on the coast of Tortuga. It was apparent they were securing cannons, and then quickly untying the mast. The ship was small, nothing fancy or anything, but still large enough to be considered a ship. The figure had long, curly blonde hair that reached the middle of their back, with cloudy grey-blue eyes that kept peering over the side of the ship cautiously.
From the face it could be easily seen that the figure was a female. Although she was dressed in men's attire, consisting of dark brown pants tucked inside black leather boots, and a puffy, off-white and whiskey stained shirt, with a bright red sash tied around the waist, creating a more feminine figure.
Shouts broke the silence which had before only been disturbed by the figures panting, and the waves hitting the sides of the ship. The figure immediately stood strait, and it could clearly be seen that a small group of drunken pirates were running, or stumbling towards the ship.
Laughing loudly, the woman ran up the stairs and to the helm, and steered the boat which had already begun to sail from the docks, out towards the see. The boat may have been small, but it was clearly built for speed since it was small width wise, and made of a light weight wood.
From the docks you could clearly hear the drunken pirate call out to the woman, thought slurred, he kept shouting, "I swear to Calypso, you will pay for this Aria!"
"Yes captain, because I have never been told that before, you drunken lecher!" she called back with a large smile on her tanned, lightly freckled face as she stood proudly at the helm. Now that she had her ship, it was time to get her hands on something to use it for.
"Ok, this is a ship, ships have to have ropes." I murmured to myself as I looked around the deck for a rope to secure the helm so I could check my map and compass to see, just where I was going. The sun had risen to its highest point, and glared down at me as I talked to myself.
As I looked around, my hair continued to get blown into my face leaving me frustrated as I kept tossing it over my shoulder, not to mention the moist air left it a frizzy mess of tangles. I was used to this, but it still irked me that it wouldn't just cooperate with orders.
"Ah ha!" I finally found my rope, I happily secured it to the helm, and sat down on the forecastle deck, plotting the coordinates, and checking to see just where the hell I was headed.
"Hm, well I must say I haven't been to Port Royal in, well it appears I have never been there. This might prove to be interesting." I folded the map up and shoved it down my shirt, and underneath the bandages used to secure my breasts, or at least, what were supposed to be my breasts. As a young teenager I had been envious of the whores who walked around with fully developed chests, but when I took off on my own and joined the life or piracy, I learned to appreciate not having a large bosom to get in the way. Once the map was secured, I tucked my compass into my belt, sneaking a fond look at my sword, as I walked over to the side of the ship and gazed down at the ocean waters.
The wind had made the water choppy, and large waves barreled against the side of the ship, as though trying to submerge my newly acquired vessel. I smirked in triumph fully knowing that my ship could easily withstand nearly anything the ocean could throw at it.
Sadly, my arrogance was not rewarded. The creaking, and water that I had been hearing all night, I quickly discovered wasn't in my mind. I ran down to the hold, and saw that water had been pouring in to the point where it reached the top step.
"Dammit! I must have hit the docks when I was hurrying out of Tortuga! Bloody piece of crap ship!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, unable to contain my fury.
Thought the boat was fast, in order to make it fast it needed a lightweight wood, which meant not as strong, meaning you had to be very careful whilst maneuvering it because it you scratched it the wrong way, bam! Leakage and enough damage to sink a ship in the middle of the ocean with no help in sight. Fantastic.
"Great, just bloody great. I knew I should have taken the other ship! But no, I just had to be picky and choose the one with the red flag, and that was loaded with whiskey. Great, now I'm going to die, and I'm not even going to be able to die drunk since all the booze was in the helm." It probably speaks to my character that it was the realization that the ruined booze was what hit me the hardest.
"Did I hear somebody say booze?" I heard a loud, male voice call from the side of the ship.
I ran over and peered out, then looked down, and saw a small boat with a pathetic litte mast, and what looked like a fellow, unhappy pirate sitting inside peering up with hope in his eyes.
"Aye, you did! But sadly, the booze is gone and I'm sinking. Wanna give a stranded girl a lift?" I called down to him with hopeful eyes, hoping I wouldn't have to die just yet.
"But of course love, I wouldn't be able to live with my self if I let a lovely creature such as yourself die stranded out here. On land though, it's another story." He countered with a good natured grin, one that had surely charmed his way into many places he shouldn't be.
"I think the sun has gotten to ya! But thanks mate!" I jumped up onto the railing, and dove down into the cold ocean water.
I swam up gasping for air as the waves kept pushing me down. But I swam towards the rope he had tosses over the side for me, and held on for dear life.
"Hang on love!" he yelled, as he began to pull me up the side of the ship.
Finally I was on deck, and I sat on my knees, coughing up sea water, and pulling back my hair.
"Here you go, I find this cures the pain in the heart after losing a ship." In his hand was a bottle of murky liquid which I snatched from him and drank. The rum slid down my throat and quenched my thirst.
"Thanks, but since that's not my ship I will just fine." I stood up and wrapped my arms around my body, as I shivered. The water had been freezing, and when I crashed through it I felt as thought I had been pierced with a hundred knives. And the wind was not being kind, as it hit me with its coldest breeze.
"There are clothes in the forecastle, get dried off. Then we can get familiarized, savvy?" he said, with a slight slur in his voice which allowed me to feel a bond with him. We drank till we were buzzed, but sober enough to sail. My kind of pirate.
"Aye, sounds good." I reasoned, finally catching my breathe.
I went down below deck, and searched through some trunks until I found one with clothes.
I changed into some tan pants, rather like the ones I had been wearing, but they were a lighter material that breathed better, much more suitable for working under the hot sun. And to go with them, a clean white cotton top, with a small triangular slit on the chest that when I put it on you could see the top of the bandages.
I had rung out my sash, and retied it around my hips, hiding my figure, but still holding down the shirt so it wouldn't fly up. I had lost a boot in the water, so I slid on some dark brown leather boots. I used a leather strap to secure my hair into a braid. I didn't quite feel like heading up just yet, so I sifted around more to find other items. I found a nice brass ring with a large turquoise stone, and a hat which closely resembled the one the pirate who rescued me had been wearing. Not being one for hats I tossed it over my shoulder and head back up to the deck, and walked over to the pirate.
"The name's Aria, care to tell me yours?" I said off handedly, not actually caring what his name was, I was more concerned about being able to trust him. Though I had a feeling that I could.
"I, am the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, I assume you've heard of my work?" he proclaimed using wild hand gestures, smirking in a manner that indicated he felt he already knew the answer.
"Not that I can recall, Captain. And some captain you are, you have no ship, and no crew, not to mention I have never heard of you."
He puffed out his chest and looked as though he were to make an argument, but instead resigned to pouting, and walking to the helm and steering the ship, giving me the silent treatment. Though watching him now it seems adequate to say he swayed drunkenly to the helm,
"Well, this will be fun." I purred with a grin.
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