Unlikely Disguise


By Aimi Komori


Disclaimer: POTC is not mine and I am making no profit off this.

AN: A little feedback is nice, just don't be harsh. ^_~



"Cabin Boy, hurry and bring the Capt. Maritime's supper to 'im before he boxes yeh ears." Cried a heavy set man wearing a very dirty apron as he shoved the tray of warm food and wine service into the young Cabin Boy's arms.
The boy himself staggered a bit, but managed to regain his balance and was bounding up the stairs to reach Capt. Maritime's room to serve him supper.
With one hand, he opened the door and entered with a slight bow, "Captain, your supper is ready."

Capt. Maritime, was not famed for having a lot of booty nor for being very adventurous, but for leaving no one alive when he loots ships. Expect in one minor case, the Cabin Boy, Shadrach Alderman. He was once a former Cabin Boy for The Mad Capt. Cruikshank of the Inconsequential., until Martime had it in he's greedy hands. Shadrach at the time hide in the kitchen in a barrel that was filled almost to the top in rum, it was a miracle he didn't drown. And another when they opened it a day later on the Sabre and found him in it. At the time the crew of Sabre needed a new Cabin Boy, there last Keelhaul for threatening to leave the crew and tell the British Navy their whereabouts. So Shadrach became from then on Cabin Boy and lone survivor of Maritime.

He pushed aside a box filled with gold coins, and nodded as Shadrach sat the tray and poured the wine and food before him.
Maritime time took a sip of the dark colored wine and sat it down on the wooden table with a small 'clang', "Let the men know, we sail fer Port Royale!"
Shadrach nearly dropped the empty tray and gulped, "Yes, Caption'." He thought Maritime officially mad, Port Royale, had the British Navy there, did he want to kill them all?

He numbly handed the cook the tray. "What be the matter, boy?" He heaved a bit, like he's heart was about to stop, he always did.
Shadrach's eyes were a steely gray, "We sail to Port Royale." And was about to turn around.
The cook gave him a sharp glare and grabbed he's right arm tight, "Boy, don't yeh go be tell me lies."
Shadrach, pulled back and rubbed he's hurt arm, "I tell no lies. He has asked me to inform the rest of the crew."
The cook filled two pitchers of Nelson's Folly and shoved them into Shadrach's arm, "Best be taken this then boy, they won't be happy."
He nodded and headed to the cook's entrance to the below and witch the pitchers.


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As Shadrach enter his small room just off the cook's room, he sighed. The men were anything but pleased with the news, they all cursed Maritime. After years of trying surviving, Shadrach felt sure, she'd never see her 20th birthday.


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Keelhaul---a method of punishment aboard pirate ships in which the victim was tied to the ship, thrown overboard and dragged underwater along the length of the keel.
Nelson's Folly--rum

Is Maritime mad!? Yes...very. Shadrach a her? Errr yeah, you heard rightly so.

Please be kind, rewind--er review.

Aimi