The ship creaked angry as the sea raged on its old wooden body. You could hear the sad song the old Maiden, tied to the front of the ship, belted out.
She let out a longing sigh, loving the crashing rain against her tan dried skin. The sound of thunder cracking mixed with the whipping of the sails made her feel free, the rain had put out their lanterns and lighting now lit their path.
So, it was bad luck to have a woman aboard a ship. The old pirate let her scared pink lips curl up in a twisted smile; she'd just have to change that now wouldn't she?
"All hands on deck!" she shouted, taking the broken wheel in her hand "wake up ye scalawags!" Crewmen started pouring out on the drenched deck.
"Captain! Cap'n!" Her first mate shouted, an old man she once referred to as father.
"Aye, Ferrell, What is it?" she asked impatiently" I'm busy can't you see? "Her big blue eyes stared at a compass, trying to figure it out. She had swiped said trinket from a man she once knew quite well.
You could tell at one glance she was well traveled. Her dirty blonde hair was twisted into dreadlocks, many of which became untwined long ago and now made a knotted mess. The makeup she once wore was faded and greasy looking. Around her eyes was blacker than a raccoon wore, they excess eyeliner obviously trying to hide sleepy bags. Golden and silver teeth replaced most of her once pearly smile.
She wore a loose, mostly unbuttoned men's shirt, and short black skirt, much to scandalous for her time period, and knee-high black boots, with the top cuffs turned down.
"If we go east we will get out of this horrid storm. It will take us two more days to get to England but we will all be safe cap'n and so will be our wares." Ferrell spoke assuredly as if he knew she wouldn't have a second thought about it.
"No. "she said looking straight into the storm." we go south; straight. We are no longer looking to stay in London. We'll only stop on the damned country if we have no other choice. We are sailing through this. "
Ferrell's eyes widened and he looked straight at his unlucky captain."Where are we goin' then?"
The satisfied look on her face grew happier "where ever she takes us." she looked up to the storm clouds which crackled and spout out more power.
"she, my lady?" the first mate had to ask.
The woman smirked again.
"Aye, Ferrell, she the great sea 'erself. Calypso's watching over us now."
Captain Alela Jewels wasn't scared of a bit of rain after all,