Disclaimer - I own nothing of PotC. Absolutely nothing. I am not making any
money out of this and never will.
Not a bleeding penny.
A/N - This is my first ever fan fiction, so please, please, please review. Tell me if you think it's bad or good or whatever. All criticism is welcome. Now, I know this chapter is a bit short and boring but it's only an introduction. It gets better don't worry. And of coarse our favourite captain comes into the next chapter. *grins*
So drink up me hearties and enjoy!
~*~*~*~PurplePiratess~*~*~*~
Chapter I - A History
The rain beat down on a soggy thatched roof. A soft 'ping' could be heard in the attic room as a small tin pot collected the drops of rain. The young woman lying on the bed turned to look at the pot. Well, she thought, no way I'm gonna sleep with that. She sat up in the bed, wrapping herself in the blankets, and allowed her mind to wander.
This was Lucy Chandlers, Pirate. She had grown up in Port Royal with her father and two older brothers, sometimes helping them to load supplies onto the ships that docked there. They had been poor, but extremely happy. Oh how she missed her family. Now she was stuck in Tortuga, rotting away. How had she ended up here? "Damn him!" she cursed out loud. She could feel her blood boil at the mere thought of that man. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. It's not your fault, she told herself. He was a damn good liar. He had made you believe that he loved you.
They had met when she was 18, and she was carrying boxes onto his ship. They met again that night in the tavern she worked in. They talked. He wooed. And she ran away with him that very night. He showed her the ropes. Taught her how to work on a ship. She could fight already, her brothers had taught her how to defend herself when she became a barmaid in the tavern, but he taught her how to kill. How ironic, she laughed. For teaching her that, would inevitably be his downfall, and his death. "How dare he think that he could use me and then just abandon me in this godforsaken town when he grew tired!" she shouted to the air. Well, he would pay. She'd make sure of it.
But first she needed a ship. No-one in this bloody town would take a woman on their crew. She'd tried. She disguised herself well and had got on many crews dressed in men's trousers, boots and baggy shirts with her long curly brown hair tied up under her hat. But someone always worked out before we set sail and they threw her off. Never mind the fact that she was a good worker and could manage a ship as good as any man. She was a woman, and the conversation ended there. But she would get on a ship. Even if she had to beat off captain and crew with a stick.
She began to grow restless at the thought of her revenge. She started to think that there was no time like the present, and decided to go down to the docks and check out the selection. She donned her men's coat and tri-corn hat and stepped out into the rain..
A/N - This is my first ever fan fiction, so please, please, please review. Tell me if you think it's bad or good or whatever. All criticism is welcome. Now, I know this chapter is a bit short and boring but it's only an introduction. It gets better don't worry. And of coarse our favourite captain comes into the next chapter. *grins*
So drink up me hearties and enjoy!
~*~*~*~PurplePiratess~*~*~*~
Chapter I - A History
The rain beat down on a soggy thatched roof. A soft 'ping' could be heard in the attic room as a small tin pot collected the drops of rain. The young woman lying on the bed turned to look at the pot. Well, she thought, no way I'm gonna sleep with that. She sat up in the bed, wrapping herself in the blankets, and allowed her mind to wander.
This was Lucy Chandlers, Pirate. She had grown up in Port Royal with her father and two older brothers, sometimes helping them to load supplies onto the ships that docked there. They had been poor, but extremely happy. Oh how she missed her family. Now she was stuck in Tortuga, rotting away. How had she ended up here? "Damn him!" she cursed out loud. She could feel her blood boil at the mere thought of that man. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. It's not your fault, she told herself. He was a damn good liar. He had made you believe that he loved you.
They had met when she was 18, and she was carrying boxes onto his ship. They met again that night in the tavern she worked in. They talked. He wooed. And she ran away with him that very night. He showed her the ropes. Taught her how to work on a ship. She could fight already, her brothers had taught her how to defend herself when she became a barmaid in the tavern, but he taught her how to kill. How ironic, she laughed. For teaching her that, would inevitably be his downfall, and his death. "How dare he think that he could use me and then just abandon me in this godforsaken town when he grew tired!" she shouted to the air. Well, he would pay. She'd make sure of it.
But first she needed a ship. No-one in this bloody town would take a woman on their crew. She'd tried. She disguised herself well and had got on many crews dressed in men's trousers, boots and baggy shirts with her long curly brown hair tied up under her hat. But someone always worked out before we set sail and they threw her off. Never mind the fact that she was a good worker and could manage a ship as good as any man. She was a woman, and the conversation ended there. But she would get on a ship. Even if she had to beat off captain and crew with a stick.
She began to grow restless at the thought of her revenge. She started to think that there was no time like the present, and decided to go down to the docks and check out the selection. She donned her men's coat and tri-corn hat and stepped out into the rain..