I do not own the rights to Jack Sparrow or any of the characters of the POTC genre. Just my own little character Creirdyddlydd. (Trust me I know ridiculous right?) If anyone is curious it's a Welsh name meaning Gem of the sea, or token of the sea. (Kree Deeth Lith)
Fear. That's all that was felt at that exact moment. She could feel it coursing through her veins, rushing to her brain screaming at her to escape at once. She felt herself being pulled out of the shelter of the water to feel the warmth of the harsh sun against her lily pale flesh as she squinted incapable of understanding what was going on. She did realize one thing though was the need to survive. She began to struggle realizing she was trapped as she fought her hardest against the rough netting. She swallowed in deeply taking in the scent of the fresh salty air as she looked down upon her body to see legs. Suddenly she felt herself falling becoming disoriented as she stared up. Humans. Male humans to be exact as they circled her becoming enchanted. She stared back at them just as interested, her eyes falling upon each of their weather worn faces.
"Well what do we 'ave ere gents?", as she looked up spooked at the human man struggling his way through the crowd.
"Ah….", he whispered his dark eyes widening to find a naked lass on board.
So that was just a little taste of some idea that has been floating within my noggin for quite some time. And yes, to anyone who has made me a favorite as an author I know I totally suck as a writer because I start crap but never seem to finish. Methinks I am too goddamn lazy to write or rather I just enjoy playing these scenes out within my head instead of writing them down for others to enjoy.