Disclaimer: I do not own Potc, blah, blah, blah, but I do own my O/C, Angel! Enjoy...
Angel Simmons lay on the beach, the foam-tipped waves washing over her feet. She was a girl who did her best not to live up to her namesake. Feisty, flirty and outgoing, Angel longed for excitement. Angel's devoted father, Commodore Simmons, was at his wit's end. Yet she didn't seem to care.
She was bored of her life – often dreamed of going to sea, to be a pirate. Yes, a pirate. Knowing how much her father disapproved of this idea only made her crave it more. Subconsciously, she started to hum a familiar song, though she didn't know exactly how she knew it.
"Yo-ho, haul together... hoist the colours high... heave ho... thieves and beggars... never shall we die..."
Then, abruptly, she experienced a powerful pull. Like the grip of a hook in her heart, she felt it yank her, painfully, filling her with inexpressible longing. The pull of the sea.
However, Angel was snapped back to reality after a moment – or maybe it was an hour. In her trance, it was hard to keep ahead of time. Her father's voice was calling her. Sighing, she reluctantly rose and started to head back.
But as she turned around – THWACK.
Angel staggered. Had she just been hit with something? Spinning around to give her attacker a piece of her mind, though, was harder than she had expected. Why was the world tilting? Hang on a second...
"Oh shi-"
This was all Angel had time to say before she blacked out.
A/N: Yes, I know it's short - sorry about that! But I have reasons, I swear! 1. This is only a prologue and 2. This is also my first fanfic! Hope you like it, and if you review, I will add more chapters soon. Yes, I know it's not as good as it could be, but I've been suffering from writer's block for about a week! Anyways, review and you will get your very own... Jar Of Dirt! You know you want to...