Chapter one
As the waves crashed violently across the bow of his weathered ship, the Captain thought about many things. Mostly he thought of his family and how perfectly paired off they were. Everybody had somebody, their perfect somebody, except he.
Of course, these thoughts would have been the shame of such a feared and respected captain. In the eyes of his crew he was a ruthless and cold-blooded killer. And so he assumed his role. Certainly the guilt did not escape him. Rather, it just deepened the torture of his monstrous soul, which he believed deserved every bit of agony. A monster. No title, not even Captain, fit him better.
Behind him was heard the scrapings of bristle on board as his crew rigorously scoured the vessel. No objective spectator could have ever guessed the true nature of this ship's inhabitants.
Vampires? Mostly. Pirates? Absolutely.
And so the monstrous Captain Edward Cullen gauged his life as such and never could have anticipated his existence had yet to truly mean anything.
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Princess Isabella Marie Swan. She scoffed at the name. It wasn't that she disliked her position. The name just sounded so… haughty. Oh, who was she kidding? It was exactly that she disliked her position.
Whatever god had decided to make this girl a princess had quite a sick sense of humor. Nothing about Bella screamed "Princess" in any way, shape, or form. Princesses were meant to be beautiful and exotic. With brown and hair and matching eyes, Bella absolutely ruled herself out of these categories. She had no desire for riches or luxury. Bella found her outlet in reading and dreaming. Bella Swan loved her father, Charlie, with all of her soul. She did not, however, love King Charles Swan. These men, to her, seemed entirely separate entities.
It was because of this that she was able to do what she knew must be her next action. It was funny, she thought, that she had lived her whole life beside the sea and never once experience the feel of the ocean's cool waves whipping against her pale legs.
She stared long and hard at the mirror in front of her and made final adjustments to her façade. Today she would not play the part of princess. Her stolen clothing suggested something more along the lines of street-rat. With a final exasperating look at her "palace," Bella Swan strode out into the bustling street and away from her so-called life.
