Hiya again!
I need to send messages to y'all.
Jesabel: How did you know that I wanted you in the crow's nest before you e-mailed me again? You must be psychic or something. . .
Lauren: Head cook.
Robyn: Basic crewmember, which means you work the sails.
Roseline: I want all the characters to be kinda young, so I'm making your age 23. Your position is second mate.
Sara: First mate
Tari: Basic crewmember
Bramble: Basic crewmember
Caitlin: Basic crewmember.
I'm sorry to Angela and Juniper. I just can't keep up with so many of you guys. Maybe I'll put you in toward the end, since one of my friends wants me to do that for her.
And guys, some of you said you don't mind men, but the thing is, we're supposed to be women who hate men because of what they've done to us. You can't like men!
And yes, most of the songs they sing didn't exist back then, but I can't write songs. These have to do.
On to the story. . .
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The Dark Storm was a ship of hurt. A ship of hate. A ship of hope. That's what the crew always said.
"We're all made of the three H's." the captain would tell them constantly. "Hurt, hate, and hope. Our pasts hurt. Our hearts hate the people who made our pasts hurt. And our mind hopes for a better future."
It was true. Every woman aboard the ship had been hurt by a man in some way. They now detested the male species, and wanted nothing to do with them. That is, until a man boarded their ship.
It had started as an ordinary day. The captain, Cari, was steering the ship and humming to herself, as she did everyday. Her long black hair blew in the slight breeze, trying to get out of the blue bandanna it was in. She was dressed simply, in black pants, a light blue shirt, and black boots. A silver locket on a chain was around her neck. She fiddled with it as she steered. Her brown eyes stared at the miles of water around her. She began to sing.
"Through the wind, through the rain, she stands high as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete angel." Cari sang to herself. Her first mate, Sara, heard her.
"Please Captain, don't sing that. It's so depressing!" Sara complained.
Sara Blackstock was a 20-year-old young woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She wore black pants with the bit below the knees cut off, a black shirt with the sleeves cut off, black boots up to her thighs, and gloves with fingers cut off. Her hair was held back by a blood red bandanna, and a silver chain with a dragon pendant was around her neck. The top of a long scar that went to the bottom of her back showed on her bare shoulders.
Cari glared at her. "I'll sing what I want, if ye please."
Sara rolled her eyes and went back to what she was doing before, which was reading the map.
Roseline Matthews, the second mate, walked over and began reading the map over Sara's shoulder.
Roseline was 23, with golden hair so dark it was almost brown, and dark green eyes. She was usually dressed in a long blue jacket over a white shirt. Her pants were black, her boots were brown, and she had tied a blue-and-white bandanna in her hair.
"Are we lost yet?" she asked.
"Ye always want to be lost." Cari pointed out.
Roseline shrugged. "So?"
"No, we're not lost!" Sara snapped.
"Ye wanna bet?" Roseline challenged.
"Oh stop it. Sara knows where we're going." Cari got sick of those two arguing, which was something they did often. It was a daily routine.
When the didn't listen to her, Cari shook her head slowly and went back to steering and humming.
While that was happening above deck, other things were going on below deck. In the galley, were three people. The cook, Lauren, and two basic crewmembers, Robyn and Bramble.
Lauren was 16, with blonde hair that was always worn in a tight bun and sea-blue eyes. Her clothes, a tattered burgundy dress, a red sash that was tied around her waist, and a purple bandanna that was in her hair, were stained with food. She wore no shoes. She was stirring something in a pot and tapping her foot to an unknown beat.
Robyn, a 15-year-old with dark brown hair and green eyes, was sitting at one of the tables, drinking rum from a flask. She had on a loose white shirt and tight black leggings. She had a tattoo on her arm of a sword wrapped in a pair of wings.
Bramble was 24, with dusty brown hair with a white streak on one side and gray eyes. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore brown seaboots, semi-baggy black pants, a loose gray button-up shirt, and fingerless leather gloves. She had a cord with teeth strung on it around her neck, and a green sash around her waist. She also had on two belts. One across her waist, and one going diagonally across her right shoulder to her left hip. She was sitting next to Robyn, watching her.
"Ye will get in trouble for that one day." Bramble stated in her solemn voice.
Robyn put down her flask and gave Bramble a look. "That's why I drink it."
"The captain does not want ye drinkin' it." Bramble said.
Robyn sighed. The captain had a thing about drinking too much rum. So Robyn drunk more then she was allowed behind the captains back.
"Bramble's right." Lauren agreed, turning to look at the two of them. "Ye really shouldn't be drinkin' that."
"Oh fine." Robyn muttered, putting her flask onto her belt. "I won't drink anymore." 'Right now, that is.' She added to herself.
Robyn and Bramble went on deck, and climbed up the mast. Three people were already up in the sails. There was Jesabel, the look-out in the crow's nest, and two more basic crewmembers, Tari and Caitlin.
Jesabel was 19. Her hair was reddish-brown, and her eyes were brown. She wore black boots, black pants, a pale green shirt, a blue sash around her waist, and a red bandanna in her hair. She was standing in the crows nest, eyes closed, feeling the wind across her face.
Tari, a 20-year-old with reddish-brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, was sitting in the rigging, eating an apple. She had on a black shirt, black pants, black boots, a black bandanna in her hair and a red sash around her waist.
Caitlin, 20, was hanging upside down in the rigging next to Tari. Her dark brown hair with red and gold streaks fell in her face so you couldn't see her green-gray eyes. Her outfit consisted of black boots, tan pants, a cream shirt, and a brown belt that held two pistols.
"Ye know, I don't think I'll ever understand why ye do that." Robyn told Caitlin as she plopped down next to her.
"Neither will I." Was the answer. Caitlin swung herself back up. She pulled her hair back out of her eyes into a ponytail, then took a flask from her belt. "Who's up for a drink, eh?"
Robyn grinned and took her own flask back out. "Me!" They clicked the flasks together and drank.
"I would not-" Bramble began, but was cut off by Tari.
"Put those away!" Tari whispered harshly, nudging Caitlin. "The captain will see!"
"See what?" Jesabel asked, opening her eyes.
"They're drinking again." Tari answered.
Caitlin brought her flask down from her lips. "Oh come on, it's harmless!"
"Not to the captain, it ain't!" Jesabel reminded them.
Bramble nodded solemnly, then went back down the mast. She liked being alone.
"She's so weird." Robyn muttered.
"Yeah. I don like her much." Caitlin agreed.
"I see flasks!" the captain shouted from where she was on the deck. Robyn and Caitlin stuffed them back in their belts.
"I told ye so, but no, let's not listen to me!" Tari said, tossing her apple core into the water below.
"Okay, we won't." Caitlin grinned.
"Damn your sarcasm, Kate." Tari replied.
"Don't call me that!" Caitlin cried, putting her hands over her ears.
A voice floated on the breeze. The captain was singing again.
"Our hearts are heavy, our tears are many as we sail the seven seas." Cari sang loudly, but still on key.
"We've been beat and abused-" Sara joined in, her voice blending in with the captain's.
"Whipped and used-" Roseline added her voice to the small chorus.
"By the people we thought we could trust." Jesabel was singing now, too.
Robyn and Caitlin started singing as well. "We're running from men-"
"And love that's pretend." Tari sang out.
"For they hurt us long ago." Lauren's voice mixed with the others as it floated up the stairs from the galley.
This was the women's anthem. They sang it every morning. Except for Bramble, who just hummed. The anthem was their special thing. Cari had written it, and now they sang it. But the women didn't know that someone was listening.
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Jack Sparrow groaned. He didn't know where he was, or why he was there. And he didn't want to open his eyes to find out.
He had been sailing in a fishing boat. But a storm had come and sunk it. It was the third one the waves had destroyed in the last two weeks. Jack was too impatient to wait for the spring storms to be over before setting off to find his beloved Black Pearl. Ever since Barbossa had taken it, he'd sail all year, except during the beginning of the spring storms. Then he'd wait in port awhile. But only for a few weeks. Then he'd set off in a fishing boat, or a small yacht, searching for his ship. The storms had come late this year, so Jack was caught in them as he sailed. These last few had left him shipwrecked.
Is that where he was? On some driftwood?
Suddenly, voices reached his ears. At first, he couldn't make out what they were saying. But then he could. And he realized the voices were singing. He listened to the song.
"Our hearts are heavy,
Our tears are many
As we sail the seven seas.
We've been beat and abused,
Whipped and used
By the people we thought we could trust.
We're running from men
And love that's pretend,
For they hurt us long ago.
Now we're home free women!
We're pirates for a livin'!
We're the ladies of the Dark Storm!"
For a fleeting moment, Jack was afraid he'd died and angels were singing around him. Then he determined that that was silly. He opened his eyes.
He was, as he had thought before, floating on a piece of driftwood. The sea was still and calm, unlike last night in the storm. Sitting up, Jack inspected his surroundings. There was nothing around him for miles. Then where had the singing come from? He turned, and found himself staring at a beautiful sight. A ship. Not his Pearl, no, but still, a ship! And it was sailing towards him! He stood and began waving his arms.
"Hello!" he shouted. "Help!"
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Jesabel smiled as the song ended. She had always liked it. Turning, she spotted something in the water. It looked like a piece of driftwood. . . wait. Was that. . . a person? Yes, Jesabel could see it now. There was a body on the driftwood. But was the person alive? Suddenly, the person sat up, looked around, and turned so they were facing the ship. Then, a moment later, they jumped up and began waving frantically.
"Hello! Help! Captain!" they shouted.
"Captain!" Jesabel yelled. "There's a person in the water!"
Cari leaned over the side of the ship. There was someone. She was about to call for someone to help them up, when she noticed. It was a man.
He saw her. "Hello!" he cried. "Help me!"
Cari shook her head and turned away.
"Captain, why won't you-" Sara was cut off.
"It's a man." Cari informed her. "And no man is goin' to board me ship." She began to walk away.
Roseline, who was standing next to Sara, peered at the man. His face was familiar. She tried to remember who it belonged to. And then it hit her.
"Captain! Wait!" she cried.
Cari froze in her tracks. She didn't turn around. "Yes?"
"That man, in the water! He's Captain Jack Sparrow!"
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Ha! A cliffy! Oh, I'm so evil! *does a little dance* Well, review!
