Pirate101

The Ring of Justice

Hey everyone, I'm Guard1ans. This is my first Fanfiction to ever be posted on . Yay! This is out of the blue and is based losely off the MMORPG Pirate101. I am a avid player of that and its sister game, Wizard 101. The characters I will be using are based off the actually characters and crews that I have recieved in Pirate101. If you ever want to look me up for updates and want to be friends on either game, I am either Jasmine Rubyhand, Alexanderia Thatcher, or my commonly used one and the main character of this story along with someone very special, Victoria Thatcher.

Enjoy!

Chapter one

Victoria Thatcher, Famous Pirate (in training)

"Oi, Captain, we're here!" Called Bonnie Anne, knocking upon the door to the Captains Quarters on the Don Cecilia.

Victoria Thatcher woke up with a snort from the couch that was her napping spot.

"Aye...I'm up. I'm up." She called back after yawning and wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had been at the helm for two days before Bones Mcgee, a skelatal pirate that the similarly undead witchdoctor, Old Scratch, raised while they were doing a job in Flotsom, took the wheel.

"Put the sails at half mast and bring her in steady. I don't want to crash into our home. Its a mess as is."

"Aye Captain. Sails at half mast!"

"...It feels great to be home. or something to call a house anyway. To think its been six months since I left Marleybone and became what I am now."

She sighed and picked up her bandana from the table next to her and tied it around her head, a lime green one with a yellow feather pinned to it. It was a present from her mother. She stood up from the lumpy couch and stretched.

"I need to get a hamock in this room one of these days. I am too young to be hunched back like my great-uncle. Now where did I put that job request form..."

She headed to the grand cherry desk behind the pair of couches and ruffled through the papers on top of it. Letters, maps, and the occasional wanted poster were thrown off until she found what she was looking for.

"After a weeks rest, those Batacuda scales are ours, but sometimes I feel more like a mercenary than a pirate."

She gazed out the window absent mindely.

"Was it hard for you to start your career too Dad. I miss you and Mom a lot. Why did you go on that goose chase of a treasure hunt."

"That's who they were, Victoria. They always craved adventure. No one could talk them out of it, not even me. And I was your father's first mate."

Victoria turned and saw the aged Guinea pig guardsman who had once sailed with her parents.

"Oh. Gaspard, I didn't hear you come in."

The old seaman smiled and set his polearm to one side.

"Your parents were amazing pirates, I was honored to be on their crew. They wouldn't want you to be sad at their passing, but happy that you carry on the tradition of your father's family."

"Easier said than done, Gaspard. Living up to the Thatcher name. First time I broke the law, I got caught by the armada."

"Perhaps, but I know you'll be great. You might even surpass the very first great Thatcher himself."

"You flatter me. I never imagined it would be this hard though. That's what I get for reading Treasure Isle."

The guardsman chuckled.

"Captain, I think you need to see this!"

"What is it, Bonnie?" Victoria shouted to the crow's nest as she left her quarters.

"I think its a ship."

"What? Gaspard, fetch me my spyglass. I need to see this for myself."

The guinea pig nodded before dashing off and returning with the said instrument.

She extended it and looked out at the spot Bonnie Anne indicated.

"By the spirits of Hoodoo. You can't even tell what it is. What on earth could have sunk that thing and so close to our shore?"

"I can't tell if it was friend or foe, but it doesn't look like Armada." The fox musketeer shouted.

"Well thats good at least. They haven't found us yet."

"I think there's a survivor."

"What?" She looked again through the spy glass and saw that she was right. A lone human clung stiffly to a flying piece of drift wood that was once the mast of the ship.

"Hard to port Mcgee! Kan Po, prepare a life boat. Mormo, get ready and tell Scratch to brew up a potion in case this person is injured." She shouted orders to them all.

"Aye Captain!" Came their reply.

"I think I can use some of that ship to figure out what it is, rather what it was."

"Then we best pick up a piece when we get that person."

"Aye. Bonnie keep a look out for armada while we get that survivor. Kan Po is that life boat ready?"

"It is, Dragonfly."

"Good. Gaspard and I will take it. Up for a little rowing, old man?" Victoria teased.

"I am not that old. I am ten years your father's senior."

"Would you prefer I called you Uncy Gassy?"

"...Just call me old man."

Both the young witchdoctor in training and guniea pig guard got into the life boat and rowed towards the ship wreck and to the mast that was the survivor clung to.

"Give me your hand. We're here to help you."

The survivor looked at Victoria with dull eyes before reaching a weak arm toward her. Victoria and Gaspard gripped it firmly and pulled the survivor in.

"She is a-very malnurished. A prisoner maybe?"

"We'll ask later."

Victoria grabbed a piece of driftwood for study and they rowwed back to the Don Cecilia.