The Beginning

August 23rd, 1734

"Captain?"

"Yes, what is it Gibbs?"

"It's…your uncle."

A woman whipped around from her position at the wheel, her eyes staring sternly at the man she had come to know as a brother.

"Pardon?" the woman asked.

"Your uncle…he's here, Emily" Gibbs said, with a slight shrug. "He…doesn't seem himself."

Emily frowned slightly, not wishing to see her uncle too much. She had only been at the wheel as they were set to take off from their current port, Tortuga. Her stop at the vile city was a spur of the moment thing as her ship, Perles D'Océan, had severe damage to her hull.

"Very well," Emily said, nodding slightly. "He knows where the cabin is…let him in."

Gibbs nodded and left, leaving Emily to her thoughts. She remembered the first time she met her uncle…she remembered it as though it were 1723 once more.