The 15th of September 1724

Dear Journal,

My name is Brittany S. Pierce and I am to be publically hung for murder, treason, thievery, and being the most feared female pirate to rule the sea; still alive that is. I wish to preserve the memory of the most grand pirate duo man or woman has ever known, in hopes that someone will find this log and my stories will not die with me. I will start my account on the day I met my other half and the other part of the infamous pair of bandits, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce.

My father was a merchant working on the cost of Yorkshire before he died the year I turned 20. He was the only family I had, without him I had no money, and no man who wanted to marry an unintelligent, dirt-poor, orphan, so I looked after myself. I learned pretty quickly that the only people in this penniless town that made any money whatsoever where the merchants, and the merchants were men. So I got a cap, wrapped my breasts, and took to work as a man. I did not speak until spoken to, or stand by anyone man too long, and I passed just fine. Though I often I got distracted, I was tall and strong and earned my living so even the people that knew I was a woman did not complain.


After work one night I went to the bar to spend my meager earnings on some grog. This bar was where the merchants spent most of their time because most of them, like me, had no one to look after and nothing to show for themselves. I was at the bar, ordering my rum, when three mysterious figures walked in the pub. There was a very tall man with darker skin and his hair all shaved but a line running through the middle of his head and a blonde woman looking a couple years older than me. The last one left me staring a little too long. She was of Latin American decent with one piercing brown eye and the other hidden behind an eye patch. She wore a scarf that circled her head of raven black hair and tied to the side and the ends hung down, her white blouse and black pants were shredded in some areas and her black boots looked like they had seen battle. Despite her rugged appearance, she was clearly the leader of this trio and I was drawn to her immediately. As she walked in the bar with her two lackeys on either side, she seemed to command fear from all she passed. I noticed her sword hanging by her side and then it all became clear; this woman was clearly a pirate. I knew quite well of pirates from the merchants' talks and from the stories that my father had told me. They were outlaws who pillaged ships and killed anyone who crossed them. They stole whatever they could and spent it all on alcohol, they were seeking a better life, but they welcomed death. However horrible these stories sounded, there were some merchants that dreamt of joining these pirate crews, desperate for a better life than this, I was one of those people. Ever since I was little I had fantasized about being a pirate. When you called the sea your home you did not have to answer to anyone but yourself and your captain. You were free to be whomever and whatever you wanted to be. When I saw this breathtaking woman in the pub, I knew I had to join her crew, I had nothing left for me here but the grave of my father and less than adequate pay. The woman sat at the bar with the blonde and the man on either side of her. The man with the peculiar haircut was a seat to my left. I leaned in close as to not let anyone around hear.

"Are you a pirate?" I asked.

The man let out a bellowing laugh, which got the attention of the woman with the eye patch. I realized how dim- witted my comment had been, of course they were pirates, they would never lat me join after that ridiculous question.

"Puckerman." Snapped the woman in the middle. "What are you doing?"

"This here fellow wants to know if we're pirates." The man smirked.

"He doesn't look like a he to me." The blonde stated with a soft, yet demining voice that made me cringe.

"That's because she's not." The woman spoke with a resounding sharpness. "Now what's it to you if we are pirates?"

I was shocked how they had seen through me so fast but I knew I had to answer the question, this woman seemed as though she did not like to be kept waiting.

"Well…I… um I was curious, to see well if you wouldn't mind letting one more on your crew."

My comment caused the blonde and the man to laugh again, which both embarrassed and infuriated me, but I looked at the woman in the middle and noticed that she was not laughing, but just had a light smile on her face.

"You are in luck my dear because that is the very reason we are here."

The two on either side of the woman looked bewilderedly at their captain, they had obviously expected her to laugh at me and walk away to find the burly new recruits they had come here for.

"If you would like a spot on my vessel, then meet me and my crew at the docks at sunrise by my ship Satan's Curse."

Even I was surprised at her reaction considering I had just made a complete ass out of myself, but I accepted her offer nonetheless. I nodded my head, stood up and did a curtsy towards the captain. My cheeks immediately turned cherry red at my spontaneous action and I quickly walked away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the woman with the eye patch smile at me as her goons were doubled over in hysterics.


I could hardly sleep that night I was trembling with excitement so when the sky began to turn a shade lighter, I immediately shot up and got ready to leave for good. I packed all the clothing I owned along with a sturdy pair of shoes I spent almost all my remaining money on. I sped off to the dock so I would make it by sunrise, so eager to leave life behind for the seemingly carefree alternative. When I made it to the dock I had absolutely no trouble finding Satan's Curse. The ship the only black vessel and was at least two times as large as any other boat on the dock. I saw that I was not the only one who had been intrigued by the patch-eyed pirate and her friends; I recognized many of the men waiting from work in the shipyard. The captain came out of her ship before the sun had risen followed by the blonde and the man I had seen from the pub.

"For those of you who do not know or have not heard of me, my name is Santana Lopez. For those of you that wish to join my crew, you will address me as captain. I am aware that there are not many female captains and you may be skeptical, but I assure you that I am the best captain you men will ever get. I, unlike most pirates, actually keep the money my crew and I work hard to take, and keep my crew well fed. I will not mislead you into thinking a pirates life is one of luxury and thoughtlessness because it is not. Some nights you will not have food, you may lose a limb or an eye, and you will be an outlaw for the rest of your life. You will see death of crewmembers as well as death of your fellow countrymen, but if you join my crew you do not belong to your country anymore, you belong to this ship. If you cannot handle these conditions I suggest you leave and do not inconvenience me any further."

I watched as two men walked out of the pack and retreated towards the village. I noticed some eyes on me because I was the only woman there besides the blonde and Santana, but I was not going to leave. I made eye contact with Captain Santana as the rest of the new recruits and I boarded the ship. She looked as if she was welcoming me and I noticed I was the only one she glanced at as we all passed by. The one that Santana had called Puckerman ushered us all on deck as the blonde and Santana went into the captain's quarters.

"My name is Noah Puckerman, but you may call me Puck. I am the second officer in command under our captain Santana Lopez. The other woman you saw as you came in was Quinn Fabray or our ship's first mate. When our ship is set on course and we are away from the dock I will be assigning you your positions on the ship. I assume you have all worked on a boat before so there will be no problems. Some of you will not stay on this ship for very long because after we get to Jamaica, you will be transferred to one of Santana's other ships. Make use of your time here and do not hassle the captain or she will not refrain from throwing you overboard."


A while after we had set sail, Santana came out of her quarters to assign us newcomers positions. She went through all the others assigning them to positions based on strength or intelligence but she stopped at me.

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Brittany Pierce Captain." I said without hesitation. I wanted to make a better second impression than my first had been.

"Brittany I would like you to train with Quinn." She pointed to the upper deck of the boat where I spotted Quinn steering.

I opened my mouth in protest but Santana stopped me.

"I chose you for this because when we get off this ship in Jamaica Quinn will leave with it and Puck will leave with the Revenge and I will need someone I trust operating my most prized ship."

"But captain, how could you possibly trust me without knowing me?"

"Because Brittany, unlike everyone else on this ship, I can tell that you are pure of heart and would never betray me. It took me the six years I have known Quinn and Puck to trust them, but somehow I just know I can rely on you."

I could not control the smile that manifested itself on my face as she said this to me.

"I promise I will not let you down Santana."

"I know."


As Quinn taught me how to steer, Santana watched us intently from the lower deck whilst pretending to check up on the others. Quinn must have caught me stealing a glance because she spoke to me for the first time about anything other than the mechanics of the ship.

"I do not know why she has taken such a liking to you Brittany, but you better count your blessings, and by no means take this as an excuse for you to not do your share of work on this ship."

Quinn looked hurt behind her anger and I could tell she was jealous of how quickly Santana had put me in this position, that from what I knew she had to work 5 years to obtain.

"It is okay if you are angry with me, but please remember that I did not ask for this position." I looked down sheepishly, knowing that I had probably made things worse.

"Let us just resume your lesson Brittany, I am through discussing Santana."

"I heard my name. All good things I trust?" Santana said as she sauntered over to the wheel.

"Of course captain." I answered.

"Quinn, how is Brittany faring?"

"Quite well captain, she's a natural." Quinn replied bitterly.

"Wonderful! Why don't you let her steer for a little while I discuss business with you?"

Quinn glared at me signaling me to take over the wheel while she haughtily walked off with Santana.

I was quite nervous steering the boat on my own. It was a huge vessel with many people on it whose lives were in my hands. Everything was going well until I spotted a small ship directly in front of my path. I started to panic, not knowing how to get out of the path in such a short distance. I was breathing heavily unable to rationally think when a pair of steady hands grasped mine and started to guide me. I didn't need to look to see whom these hands belonged to because the warm feeling of safety and comfort I got from her touch was enough to tell me it was Santana. Her hands did not leave mine until we were far past the smaller boat and unharmed.

"Forgive me for the amount of pressure I just put you under on you first day upon my ship. And please forgive me in advance, for this will not be the last time I do that."

I slowly nodded my head. I remember thinking that as long as I was with her, I could handle anything.