A/N: Hey all! Thank you in advance for taking the time to read this. I haven't written a fanfiction in awhile as I don't often have time. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update but I totally loved Capitan Salazar in the movie so I'm hoping to work on it as much as possible. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

It was the day of her sister's wedding. The gulls were calling, the sea was harmonizing, and the breeze felt refreshing. That was about all Fortune remembered of the event, outside of the screaming and the loud bangs of cannons from a ship. Then it all just went black.

She awoke to a sharp throbbing in the back of her head. Her cream colored dress covered her body in tatters and now carried red stains. The ground beneath her felt unstable, as if it rocked back and forth on a gentle current. Her surroundings, cast over by a dim light, and the sensations that ran through her body didn't connect. She could barely grasp at a thought, and when she did, she couldn't understand it.

It did occur to her, however that she was laying down with her back against something hard beneath her. She pushed herself up, her arms shaking as she did so. Her eyes squeezed shut as the blood seemed to rush away from her head. She took a moment to regain herself and the sharp throbbing returned.

Moving onto her knees, she eventually got herself onto her feet. The ground shifted beneath her. A hand went to her head as she stumbled back a few steps and then forward again.

A ship.

The realization hit her just as she lost her balance entirely and toppled onto the floor. She narrowly kept her head from hitting the floor but cringed as her body cried out in pain. Her ankle twisted in the mess and she decided to just lie there in hopes of figuring something out. She rested her head on her arm, feeling something sticky in her hair, but decided to ignore it for now. Her main concern shifted to filling in the gaps of what happened.

When she tried, she could see her sister, Charity, standing next to her betrothed. Charity's smile parted her lips and Fortune could see the true happiness in her sister's eyes. And then a ship appeared on the horizon. Everyone ignored it at first, believing it to be a British naval ship, but Fortune could remember a few murmurs amongst some of the men in regards to it not being a man-of-war or other naval type vessel in decoration. It wasn't until it was too late that the ceremonies broke.

Cannon fire from the unknown vessel brought an end to the joyous occasion, a curse on what was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in her sister's life. From there, Fortune could only remember the chaos. Bodies pushing against each other, men trying to escort their wives and daughters from the area, single men trying to help create some semblance of order. She pushed her way through the crowd like a salmon trying to swim upriver in an attempt to reconnect with her sister.

That was where the memory came to an abrupt end. A vague recollection of pain flooded her memory but she wasn't sure if that was mingling with her current reality or truly something that happened. Another remote feeling told her that other pieces fit together after the blackout, but she couldn't recall them no matter how long she stared at the damp floor in front of her.

But she was on a ship, and she knew it was a pirate attack, which could only lead her to believe she was in trouble. It took all she had to not try and sigh it away. She swore her birth name was more of a curse than a blessing. Her parents gave it to her, as she was an unexpected but very welcome child. However, he life had been anything but fortunate growing up. She seemed to be shrouded in bad luck and misfortune. Or maybe that was the joke. She was, after all, Miss Fortune Hunt.

Pushing aside all thoughts on her current predicament, she tried to shift her attention to the current state of her being. Besides in trouble, possible danger, and mixed with another bout of bad luck, she knew her body was in its own state of disarray. She pushed herself up to a sitting position again.

First, she took a hand to her head and cautiously prodded her fingers around her hair. Pain ripped through her head as her fingers met the damp wound. She cringed and let out a cry of intermingled surprise and pain. She swallowed hard and continued her search for head wounds, but found no more.

The rest of her body presented only scrapes and bruises, aside from her right leg, which sported a long and bleeding cut on the thigh, and her torso, which ached almost painfully. She couldn't decide if the ache would be worse had her head not been pounding. There was also the matter of the twisted ankle from her loss of balance and fall to the floor.

She froze at the sound of solid steps along the wooden floor. Her chest tightened and she found herself holding her breath. "Ah, so yer awake now," she heard a voice rasp out. She looked up to find green eyes staring back at her. A scar ran across the left one. "Take it ye've figured out where ye are by now," he added. She nodded slightly.

"A pirate ship," she said. Her voice was low and the lack of volume startled her. She never expected to be in this type of situation, but she did always dream of what she would do if she ever found herself in one. Those daydreams differed greatly from what she was finding reality to be, and it only made her that much more uncomfortable.

The man in front of her chuckled, his lips parting to reveal yellowed teeth in the flickering light of a swinging lamp. Shadows danced across his face from the fluctuating light and his facial hair, making him appear all the more sinister to Fortune. "Yer a bright girl," he responded.

"What do you intend to do with me?" she asked, focusing on adding volume to her voice.

"We'll do as we see fit, deary." A shiver ran up her spine. "And ye'll not fight us on it."

"And if I do?"

He chuckled again. "Ye'll not like the consequences." Her mind raced to all sorts of tales she'd heard from her parents and the sailors that her brother-in-law associated with. She looked to her lap, her hands tightened around the tattered cloth of her dress.

"Am I the only one you took?" she mustered. The edges of her eyes stung with the threat of tears. All she wanted was to go back to her sister's wedding and go home happy and exhausted from dancing and socializing.

"There were a few others," he stated. His words slowed down. A silence hung between them for a moment. The ship creaked as it continued to rock as if urging him to continue. Fortune swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for an answer to a question she barely had the courage to ask.

"A woman in a white dress and a man with an officer's uniform?"

"Ahh." The single sound mixed with a sinister chuckle. The man took a step closer, nearly leaning against the bars to Fortune's new cage. "They were here. I killed the man meself when he attacked me crew. The woman did herself in when she started screamin' about it." Fortune bit her lower lip, feeling a dampness form around her closed eyes. "If yer interested, the others didn't fair much better." A grin spread across his thin lips, pushing them apart yet again. "Yer the only one who didn't put up a fight."

She was alone, stuck in a pirate ship to meet a fate she could only imagine, and she assumed that was only if her injured body didn't give out first. The wound on her head begged to be tended to and the damp conditions in her cage weren't going to make things better. Medicine may not have been one of her lessons growing up, but she had heard enough from her brother-in-law to know a handful of things.

"Since yer being so good. I'll let ye rest for the night." They were the man's final words before she could hear the retreating of his footsteps. She waited until only the creak of wood and faint sound of waves could be heard before letting out her sob. Her arms wrapped around her chest and she curled in on herself, giving into the rush of emotions that swam through her body.