Hope Ye Enjoy: The Black Phoenix
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As the sky darkened and became one with the sea, as the wind whipped the sails of the Royal Navy's flagship, and as the rain beat mercilessly upon the deck of the Marauder, the Black Phoenix emerged upon the Horizon.
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The deep emerald and black sails of the Black Phoenix were well equipped at handling a strong wind. The crew on deck barely flinched while monstrous waves shook the seas. The crew all grew silent when they saw they were approaching the Marauder. They all looked toward their captain awaiting her orders but they couldn't see a reaction, the wide brim of her hat shielded her eyes from all emotion. But that usual veil of secrecy lifted as she tipped her head up to glimpse her pray and a silent smirk was suddenly evident in her emerald eyes and her normal composure suddenly gave way to that maniacal glint and she let out a high cold mirthful laugh and turned to her crew
"get yer wits about ye you filthy wenches, we be havin' a ship t' raid!"
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The crew of the Marauder looked glumly up to its captain searching for a tiny glimpse of hope in his eyes…there was none, the legend of the Black Phoenix was infamous, rarely did it leave any survivors and when it did, the lives of their prisoners were worse than death.
"Sorry Lads" the brave captain shouted "looks like we have to make a stand draw your swords and prepare for battle."
His cloudy hazel eyes looked at the looming Phoenix and awaited his impeding doom; if he had to die it would be defending his ship, and the honor of the Royal Navy, as his father had done, and his father's father before that. With that in mind he waited with baited breath for the Phoenix.
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As the Phoenix slid gracefully next to the Marauder, the Phoenix's captain jumped off her towering ship landing smoothly before the captain of the Marauder. She could see fear in his eyes, he was reluctant, she felt generous today. She took a swig from the bottle of whiskey in her hand and said silkily, but with the air of command…
"Move along gents, its nay a tide fer death"
She could see he was startled by her voice, he looked at her chest and then to her long crimson ringlets and she could practically see his mind trying to comprehend. But he still looked unwilling to surrender.
"Yes I be a lass,you ortin't underestimate me"
With that she turned to her
crew "Avast ye scallywags, lets be done by breakfast" and with
that she whipped out her emerald encrusted sword and swung towards
the other captain slicing the front of his shirt open.
"Be ready t' fite…Captain Potter" She added silkily, making another swipe with her sword. His momentary surprise at her familiarity with him almost cost him his life but he quickly regained his composure and joined in the cacophony of clinking swords.
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Captain Potter ducked to avoid decapitation by the pirate captain he was currently dueling but before he could rejoin in the fray, one of his crew jumped in and started fighting the skilled captain. He quickly moved onto another pirate this one distinguishable by her blonde locks falling unevenly down her back, 'were they all women' he wondered, but learning from his previous mistake, he didn't let his new realization make him falter. Not long after he started dueling with this blonde beauty did he find himself on his back with a thick black boot pressing into his upper back erasing any hope of victory. As he looked around at his mangled ship he noticed only four of his crew still left on deck. His two first mates, which were bound in expert ropes and gagged with scarlet clothe, struggled against their bonds. The fourth person, aside from himself, he noticed as the crew member that jumped in to battle with the Phoenix captain, he too was on his stomach. As Captain Potter looked frantically for any signs of life out of the boy he noticed, his stomach falling, as the Captain with red ringlets pulled her sword swiftly out of the guy's back and looked at the blood on her blade that was glinting in the moonlight. She looked up into Captain Potter's fearful eyes, smirked at the captured Captain and kicked her fallen victim over board.
"I think we be havin' done our job here ye wenches, gather th' riches an' throw these fine gents into th' brigs" The Captain walked back to her ship as her crew flitted around their prisoners quickly dismantling everything Captain Potter had obtained.
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At last the Marauder had been picked clean and the prisoners taken aboard the Black Phoenix. In their cell they watched with horror as a spare Black Phoenix flag was raised above the Royal Navy's emblem of majesty, signaling to everyone, the Black Phoenix was to be feared.
The sound of heavy boots thumping down the wooden stair case into the hold snapped the three captives out of their stupor. They glanced up as the owner of the boots bent down placing one hand on the grimy floor below her to better examine her bound captives. She placed one hand in between the bars and took hold of Captain Potter's rough face with her smooth hand.
She looked into his eyes, her deep emerald orbs meeting his cloudy hazel ones. A look of realization dawned on Captain Potter's face; he recognized those eyes, those deep magnificent eyes showing such power, such ruggedness and such beauty...
"Good evening James" she started softly yet with distinguishable firmness and mockery, a much different voice than that she commanded with, "It's no nice to see you again." A smirk flitted across her features as he looked at her with disbelief.