Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I only own Ashile Bloodstone, her crew, and her ship, The Darkest Hope. I am not making any money off of this story.
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Last Rum Wish
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A small boat rowed into Port Royal. A woman clad in a billowy white shirt
and brown pants. Her long brown hair, with a few braids in front, flew
around her in the wind, the only thing keeping out of her face a red
bandana. She had a tricornered black hat in one hand and a cutlass and
pistol at her side. She put her hat back on and rowed straight into the dock.
"Ow, bloody 'ell! That 'urt!" She felt stares on her back and looked up.
People were, in fact, staring at her. "Why, 'ello mates! Lovely day fer a
row, isn't it?"
She pulled herself up onto the deck and looked around. Port Royal looked
exactly like she remembered. She sighed and began to walk off.
"Hey! You! You there!"
She spun around quickly and saw a man running up to her.
"Yes, suh?" She smirked.
"You have to pay to dock your boat!"
She pulled out her pistol and fired two shots into the bottom of the boat.
It started to sink as she put her pistol away.*
"What boat?"
He gave her a strange look at motioned to a little black boy. The boy seemed
to know what the older man meant, and the woman didn't like it at all.
"'Ey ye! Boy, get back here." The boy looked back and ran faster. She ran
after him and tried to tackle him. Unfortunately, the boy sped up at the
last moment and she landed at the feet of an official looking man.
"Why, 'ello, my dear sir," She said, brushing off her clothes after she stood up. "'Ow may I be of service?"
"May I inquire as to why you are running after this boy?" He motioned to the young lad.
"I...er...um. Ah, bloody 'ell. I be in a bit of a mess, yes?"
"Quite." He glared at her for a moment. "May I help you up?"
She looked at him, an obvious dislike in him helping her up. "Well, al'ight. But just this once."
He offered his hand to her and she reluctantly took it. He pulled her up sharply and pushed her sleeve back.
"Just as I thought, pirate."
"Actually, I prefer the term 'Captain' if ye don't mind."
"Well, /Captian/, where's you're ship?"
"Er...As it is, I'm looking around for one." 'Or looking to get mine back.' She thought to herself.
He pushed her sleeve up to reveal a tattoo of what appeared to be the sun with a wound in it. "Well, well, if I didn't know better, I'd say I just caught Ashile Bloodstone**."
"And ye'd be wrong."
"How would I be wrong?" He sneered. He turned to the boy, while still holding tight to Ashile Bloodstone's arm. "Go fetch some some guards and irons." The boy nodded and ran off yet again.
"Because ye have not caught Ashile Bloodstone yet!"
"What are you--Oof!" He hunched over in pain after being punched by the pirate's free hand. He fell on the ground. She kicked him a few times for good measure and stopped when she noticed a few members of the British Navy watching her. She looked at them and said, "Why, 'ello, mates! Lovely day fer a jog, eh?" And with that she took off.
"After her!" The man on the ground yelled. "Don't let her get away!"
"Yes Commander Norrington." One of the men said, as they all took off.
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*I know that would really never happen, but pretend it did sink, savvy?
**Her name is pronounced Ash-hile, hile rhyming with pile.
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Last Rum Wish
***
A small boat rowed into Port Royal. A woman clad in a billowy white shirt
and brown pants. Her long brown hair, with a few braids in front, flew
around her in the wind, the only thing keeping out of her face a red
bandana. She had a tricornered black hat in one hand and a cutlass and
pistol at her side. She put her hat back on and rowed straight into the dock.
"Ow, bloody 'ell! That 'urt!" She felt stares on her back and looked up.
People were, in fact, staring at her. "Why, 'ello mates! Lovely day fer a
row, isn't it?"
She pulled herself up onto the deck and looked around. Port Royal looked
exactly like she remembered. She sighed and began to walk off.
"Hey! You! You there!"
She spun around quickly and saw a man running up to her.
"Yes, suh?" She smirked.
"You have to pay to dock your boat!"
She pulled out her pistol and fired two shots into the bottom of the boat.
It started to sink as she put her pistol away.*
"What boat?"
He gave her a strange look at motioned to a little black boy. The boy seemed
to know what the older man meant, and the woman didn't like it at all.
"'Ey ye! Boy, get back here." The boy looked back and ran faster. She ran
after him and tried to tackle him. Unfortunately, the boy sped up at the
last moment and she landed at the feet of an official looking man.
"Why, 'ello, my dear sir," She said, brushing off her clothes after she stood up. "'Ow may I be of service?"
"May I inquire as to why you are running after this boy?" He motioned to the young lad.
"I...er...um. Ah, bloody 'ell. I be in a bit of a mess, yes?"
"Quite." He glared at her for a moment. "May I help you up?"
She looked at him, an obvious dislike in him helping her up. "Well, al'ight. But just this once."
He offered his hand to her and she reluctantly took it. He pulled her up sharply and pushed her sleeve back.
"Just as I thought, pirate."
"Actually, I prefer the term 'Captain' if ye don't mind."
"Well, /Captian/, where's you're ship?"
"Er...As it is, I'm looking around for one." 'Or looking to get mine back.' She thought to herself.
He pushed her sleeve up to reveal a tattoo of what appeared to be the sun with a wound in it. "Well, well, if I didn't know better, I'd say I just caught Ashile Bloodstone**."
"And ye'd be wrong."
"How would I be wrong?" He sneered. He turned to the boy, while still holding tight to Ashile Bloodstone's arm. "Go fetch some some guards and irons." The boy nodded and ran off yet again.
"Because ye have not caught Ashile Bloodstone yet!"
"What are you--Oof!" He hunched over in pain after being punched by the pirate's free hand. He fell on the ground. She kicked him a few times for good measure and stopped when she noticed a few members of the British Navy watching her. She looked at them and said, "Why, 'ello, mates! Lovely day fer a jog, eh?" And with that she took off.
"After her!" The man on the ground yelled. "Don't let her get away!"
"Yes Commander Norrington." One of the men said, as they all took off.
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*I know that would really never happen, but pretend it did sink, savvy?
**Her name is pronounced Ash-hile, hile rhyming with pile.