Hello all

This is my 1st attempt at a Fan Fiction so I hope you all like it. Just couldn't shake this idea I had from another show. Once I started it just spiralled out of control. Aim is to get a chapter out once a week but the 1st few will be out quicker. (no beta reader)

Review always welcome :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with OUAT. If I did Capitan Swan would have 'Hooked' up soooooo much sooner!

'Stand down Captain, don't make me destroy my prize further.' He almost didn't hear the woman's voice over the sound of the crashing ocean.

'Never scum bag.' The Captain of the Jolly Rodger shouted back at his aggressor. Even at this distance he could see the old chinese empty features over her face. He would not give up his ship up with out a fight. He had made a promise to a friend when he acquired it in a trade and he did not break his promises, if he could help it. She was battered and broken, a few more hits and she would be at the bottom of the sea.

The start of the fight was like any other. Coming side by side to one another, battle cries filling the air. After a moment, cannon fire consumed the cries and shards flew out of the ship where she had been hit, taking some of the sailors out before things really begun. Men were swinging from one ship to the other, gang planks slammed against the railing, cutlasses drawn ready to strike the next body in their way. Blood staining the deck. It was chaos. Shouting out orders to his first mate, the Captain dived towards the intruder closest to him and slashed at the flesh over his neck, soaking his jacket and bare chest in blood while the man fell to his knees gripping his wound, gurgling as life left him. Taking 3 more out in 3 quick moves, he knew they were out numbered but his crew were feared throughout the realms for a reason. The body's were starting to pile up. We need to get out of here, I will not go out this way.

Blackbeard made his way aboard the enemy vessel. His sword, an extension of his arm, it took no effort to take down the men in his way. There was only one that he really wanted to kill. The man was at the other end of the deck. Their eyes met and Bellamy lost it, charging towards the pirate, his blade crashing down hard and fast trying to meet its target. He could never forgive Blackbeard for what he did. Mutiny could never be forgiven by a sailor or a pirate, but to leave him in a tender, with no provisions, to succumb to the ocean, day after day knowing he would go mad before his death was barbaric, even for him. Bellamy had never been so happy to see a merchant vessel in his life. Passing himself off as a sailor in a ship wreck, he left at the next port. His goal was now find the daemon and gut him where he stood.

'We meet again Samuel'

'It seems we do Teach!, today you will pay for your action towards me you FUCKING BASTARD. This is between you and me lets finish it!' Anger in his voice as he spat out the mutineers name.

Cutlass's clashing in the air. The men around them stopped, slipping apart into their separate crew's, letting the Captains fight it out. They were a marvel to watch. If it had not been to the death it would have been a master-class in swordplay. Each one, not holding back, giving as good as they had. Blackbeard was happy to play defensive and wear the man out.

'Ooo so close that time,' he taunted, knowing how to mess with his previous Captain's mind. Bellamy, controlled by rage, was letting his form slip. His blade came crashing down, blow after blow, over the top, aiming for Blackbeard's skull. Laughing loudly, Blackbeard saw his opportunity. Disarming his opponent and holding the blade hard at his neck, he pushed Bellamy to his knees, blood dripping where the steel cut the skin.

'Yield …. Yield to me' The man spat at the floor at Blackbeard's feet. Defiance burning in his eye's.

'Come now Bellamy, you know you have lost. Give her to the Lady and we will spare you and what is left of your crew', Not that you will live much longer either way. Blackbeard muttered to himself after giving the man one last chance. Bellamy never knew when to back down, he never did. The cut in the man's neck was growing as he still tried to reach out to kill the man. The crew that still remained on the ship retreated back to their master backing along the gang planks that had been put there to board. Glancing over at the woman still stood very still on the Queen Anne's Revenge, Blackbeard wondered why she had let this go on for this long. Just throw the dame thing and get it over with. She may have been small and frail but the twisted smile that creep over her face betrayed her. At least to him anyway. She wanted the Captain to fight, enjoying the inevitable blood shed that had headed their way. She always had a taste for violence.

'You will NOT get my ship and we will NOT join your cause. You are playing with things we were not meant to, humanity should not hold that much power. I WILL NOT YIELD. I WILL NEVER YIELD TO YOU' Bellamy's voice straining losing control.

'Stop playing with him and throw it, we have work to do'

'Are you giving commands to your Commander? I would hate to think you forgot you place.' Hardly moving, she could see the man stiffen, even from this distance. He knew he would regret this action once this was over.

'I mean no disrespect my Lady. I wish to waste more of my time with these worthless men. They will not yield, take your prize and go. The sun is about to set I don't wish to take this pass nightfall'. He knew not to push his luck with her but they needed to get this finished. He slammed his fist down hard on the Captain, knocking him out cold. Blackbeard backed off the ship, ordering his crew to remove the plank as he came on deck. The crew of the Jolly clambered round their Captain.

'Fine, I have had my fun, For Now!' She pulled a small light green vial out one of her many pockets. She threw it into the air, aiming for the ship. Her new prize, her new toy. It flipped through the air smashing as it made contact with the deck.

The liquid formed into a green mist circling round the ship. The explosion was huge, the shock wave pushing everyone back. Some loosing their footing from the pressure. No one noticed the flash of green light as the sunset over the ocean behind them.

The look on her face told him this was not meant to happen. It was just supposed to make it smaller, more portable. She had never mentioned an explosion before.

'No, No, No,No,Noooooo' She screamed out to sea, lunging forward, hands gripping the rails in shock. 'Not my new toy, not my prize.' Somehow the magic had clashed with something within or on the ship. The magic within the vial didn't mix well with others. Blackbeard could see the Jolly Rodger's former crew hanging onto bits of wreckage, dragging their Captains head above the water, making their escape to the nearest god forsaken spit of land.

'You did know the Jolly's made with enchanted wood didn't you?' It was more of a statement to her than a question. She screamed and made her way back to her quarters for the night.

'I guess not then.' He said to himself and let out a little chuckle.

Meanwhile is Storybrooke, a young women washes up shore, crawling completely out of the water, coughing up what felt like the whole ocean before letting the darkness take over her.

Reviews always welcome

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