A/N- Ok, this is random and just came to me. Tell me what you think because I am totally not sure.
The sky above was black as coal, the ocean silent and dead. The wind was rough and unforgiving, rocking the ship with wrath. The Hydra was coming to the end of its journey and the plan was in motion. Captain Skye Avery's sights were on the small island called Spokes Reef. It was small in size but with huge potential, rich in culture and money alike.
"Set the sails, Laddies. Full steam ahead," Captain Avery commanded, eyes set on the target. "Not long now."
Captain Avery had 20 men at her disposal. It wasn't easy getting to the top on an all men vessel but she did it and now the Hydra was all hers along with the unquestionable men it harbored. The men had been getting restless lately having been without land for months. Captain Avery had decided to give them a small treat, while getting gold and treasures along the way for their true destination, The Brotherland. A place were there was enough ale to last them years and enough women to satisfy them for many more. It was the pirates heaven, the prize of the century. Captain Avery had promised her men a month of pure bliss and she was true to her word. They just needed the funds to a company them.
That was how they found themselves on the route to Spokes Reef, a town also known for its alliance with England and its army of vessels and weapons. It was heavily guarded, from the rumors that were told amongst the pirates, with guards protecting the shorelines at all times. Not many pirates had survived but the ones that did vowed to never go back.
Her men were strong, physically and mentally, they would not disappoint and bathe in the riches of success.
They were on the outskirts of the reef, close enough to observe but not be seen as they planned their attack.
The clock struck midnight as Skye's eyes shone with excitement and thrill. The guards patrolled the ocean side, like expected with their pistols strapped to their hips and their gazes focused on the sea.
"Prepare for battle," she shouted to her men. "Tonight, we become gods!" The crew showed their alliance as they roared, raising their hands in the air and soaking in the atmosphere.
They anchored the boat far from the shore and jumped on the rowboats, wanting to have the added surprise in their favour. They got onto land easy enough and looked upon their new endeavor.
"We get what we need and take what we want," Captain Avery whispered, her sword at the ready. "Now!" She screamed, leading her men into a bloody battle of power and pain.
Blood was shed throughout the streets as screams and agonizing moans filled the dead air. The guards posed no threat to the pirates as they killed each and every one before the alarms even sounded. They raced into the town where the mansions lay with gold, killing everyone in their way. The only people spared were the women and children.
"Wait!" Skye shouted, seeing the castle on top of the hill. The men stopped, blood and dirt coating their faces. "There," she spoke, pointing to where she knew the king must lived.
The men yelled in agreement as they ran as fast as they could up the hill, slaying the guards trying to protect their loyal King.
King Coulson was a pleasant ruler, he was all for the people and protected them around the clock. That was why Skye could not wait to take his life, he was the reason many of her close friends were dead. Captured and hung in front of his people for laughs and joy.
Her men were warriors as they bled from their wounds. Some may have died but Skye wasn't worried about that, they died for a good cause and once the Kings blood was spill, they would be honoured.
They reached the heavy door and tried to enter with force, with little success. Skye picked up a rock and through it with as much force as she could muster, smashing the stained glass window into tiny pieces and gain entrance. "Enjoy," she spoke to her men as she waved them in.
One by one they entered the castle and filled their bags with booty.
Skye headed up the stairs, sword in its holster and a smile on her face. He friends will be avenged.
She reached the top of the staircase and walked down the hallway to the Kings bedroom. Her men had secured her way, waiting for their commands.
"Break it down."
With a grunt they smashed the door in and stepped aside, Skye at the ready with her sword drawn.
"Please don't do this," the voice of a man spoke from across the room, unprotected and quivering.
"You call yourself a King," Skye spoke harshly seeing the man dressed in his sleepwear. "Begging for your life, its pathetic."
She could hear her men laugh as they entered the room, grinning, their blacken teeth glistening in the candlelight.
"You can take what you require but please spare my life."
Skye laughed. "Oh we will." She rose her sword and pointed it at him. "I require your life your majesty, and and plan on taking it."
She rose her sword and lunged at the King.
"No!" The voice of a women screamed, running across the room and shielding her father from the sword.
"Oh, what do we have here," one of her men spoke, licking his lips with his blackened tongue.
The women wore a pale nightgown, her hair pulled up elegantly with a few lose stands resting against her cheek. "You cannot kill my father," she spoke, her voice quivering with fear but with a hardness.
"Jemma, don't," the King spoke as he tried to push his daughter behind him.
"Jemma, what a lovely name," Skye mused as she focused her attention on the women, eyeing her up.
"What is it that you want?" Jemma asked, pushing past her father once again and standing her ground.
"Mmm, feisty," her men commented. Ward was one of her best men, killing without a shred of remorse and bathing in the blood of the men. He had a thing for strong women.
Skye began thinking of what she wanted. Whatever it was she could just take, but she was planning for the future. She wanted to be the most feared ship on the water, wealthy and powerful. "We want a thousand gold coins."
The Kings face contorted in worry and fear. "We don't have that kind of money," he pronounced. Skye knew he wasn't lying but she also knew that he could get it.
"Then we have a problem, don't we?" She looked menacingly at the King then smiled back at the girl. She looked behind her at her men. "Grab her."
"No!" The King yelled pushing his daughter behind him and shielding her as best he could. Ward pushed him out the way with a flick of the wrist and grabbed the young women by the hips. "We are defiantly going to enjoy you," he whispered in her ear.
"No, get your hands off me," Jemma screamed, kicking and flailing her arms to hit whatever was in her reach.
"Take her to the ship," Skye commanded, her eyes hard. "I suggest you get your affairs in order. A thousand gold coins or we kill her," Skye aimed at the King.
"You can't do this," the King sobbed as he laid on the floor broken.
"I just did," Skye whispered. "You have till midnight on the 3rd day. Sound 3 cannons and you shall get your daughter back."