Brilliant. New fic. Doing it in anticipation for Dead Mans Chest out on JULY 7 wooooo! The theme of this fic is the seven deadly sins. The idea I dunno, just kind of entered my mind at one point… I love the seven deadly sins and it just seemed like a nifty theme for a POTC fic.
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Prologue
Captain Molly Winters sat slouched in her slowly sinking dinghy. Her crew had mutinied and left her in the middle of the ocean to die. An almost bored expression played across her face as she sat in the tiny boat, rain dripping off the end of her long nose.
"Bloody brilliant you lot…" She muttered, taking off her tri-cornered hat and dumping the large quantity of rain that had built up in it into a bucket that was stowed under her seat. "God." She said, turning her head upwards to the stormy black sky. "You must hate me a lot to force upon me a slow and painful death by surrounding me with WATER THAT'LL KILL ME IF I DRINK IT!" She shook her fist at the angry heavens. She scowled and went back to slouching, her face now livid. Her crew ditched her and ran off to Tortuga.
Probably to go whoring…
Molly thought dully as her boat rocked dangerously and took on some more water. She didn't flinch. She didn't even look up as her bucket of rain water began to float away. It was a seemingly hopeless situation for Molly Winters, ex-captain of the Cirrus, leagues away from land and in the middle of a steadily more sinister storm. But she knew she'd make her way through it, she had an eerie affinity for not dying when she was supposed to. Things would pan out and she'd get a new ship and a new crew in order to get back her old ship and maroon her traitorous old crew.
"You're superfilous Molly, we don't need you on the Cirrus." Molly muttered in a mocking voice, repeating the very words her first mate told her before marooning her in the sea. She gazed out on the turbulent waters, feeling very sorry for herself. Her brow furrowed when the looming silhouette of a ship came through the torrential rain. "Black sails, black sails, black sails…" She mumbled, trying to place the unique characteristic in her mental encyclopedia of pirate ships she'd seen before. She was square with the ships broad starboard side and its wake was starting to approach her with almost ironic speed. She leapt up and waved her arms above her head, balancing precariously on a narrow plank of wood that had not yet been submerged. "Help! Help! You're wake is tryin' to kill me!" She swore when the large wave collided with her, knocking her off her now entirely submerged boat. She surfaced, spluttering and coughing. "Bloody hell." She snarled as her soaking clothes weighed her down. "HELLO!" She screamed.
A figure appeared at the railing of the ship, Molly couldn't identify any features but she could distinguish the voice of the stranger. It was a womans voice, gritty with a Caribbean accent.
"Captain, there be a lass in the water!"
A muffled shout from a male came from the other end of the ship.
"Are you certain this is a good time for that captain?... Alright! Yes! She's attractive!"
Molly heard the male voice clearly this time;
"Bring her aboard!"
Molly sighed with relief as a long rope was thrown to her. She grabbed it and felt herself being hoisted from the chilly water, though it was raining the temperature in the air was tropical compared to the frigid sea.
"Heave!" came the female voice on the ship and Molly was hoisted to the level of the deck. She fell with a thud to the slick wooden floor and rolled onto her back. A man with dark brown eyes stood over her, his eyes burning into hers.
"Lass?" He said.
Molly groaned and everything went dark.