Insanity rise: Hello, and here it is! The new story! This one is gonna be crazy! The first chapter is sort of slow and gosh, I really sound like I'm copying the movie, but we'll stray from many of the movie ideas soon enough! Anyway, to tell you, Tillitah is a character created by user Tillitah! She's a giddy gal whose actually part wolf, with dog ears and a wolf tail to prove it! She plays as pretty much the main char, but we'll get everyone in here somehow! In case you don't know this story is a Naruto version of "Pirates of the Caribbean!" It should cover both movies, but the second part will be posted on Anniepopokio's user because trust me, she works just as hard on this as I do! I'm the one who actually wrote this chap though; I'll tell you when she writes! All right then, please review and I really hope you like this story because we're going to really work hard on it! Cha!
Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto...pity us...
Rating: T for various reasons!
Ninjas of the Caribbean
Summary:
After receiving a strange amulet from her new found friend Kabuto Yakushi, Tillitah's life turns upside down. With the much-admired Sasuke Uchiha looking for her hand in marriage and Kabuto unable to explain his feeling for her, things are getting more complicated by the day. That is, until suddenly, it all seems to stop. Tillitah finds herself captured by a crew of cursed pirates, everything seeming to revolve around the strange "wolf" medallion she holds around her neck.
Devastated by Tillitah's taking, Kabuto prepares for the adventure of his life as he joins forces with an infamous, forsaken pirate known as Dosu Kinuta. Meeting many other strange characters along the way, all in an attempt to save the one he truly loves…
Prepare yourself for a swashbuckling tale of love; curses, pirates and a little taste of humor as the Naruto crew get ready for the ride of their lives!
Chapter 1
A Mysterious Trinket...
A cloud of mist covered the raging seas in an eerie feeling of mystery, a storm clearly on its way. In the midst of the growing haze a single ship glided, lurching about for the churning of the waves at its hull. However, it held its course, being what most would consider the finest of craftsmanship, its deck high above the waters as its crew scrambled about. The salty scent of the ocean hung over the large craft like a cloud, even the air tasting as though it was filled with the bitter mineral. The sails pushed the large ship, the wind strong and true as a single man steered it along, intent on returning to the docks of the town, which should be appearing soon before the storm settled in.
And through all this confusion, all this livelihood, a small girl gaped. She stared at the many rushing men, wondering what they were doing as her glistening blue eyes darted back and forth. She trembled in the cold, knowing her foster father would scold her if he knew she was out here without even the lightest of her coats, in fact, he would be angry if he even knew she was here at all! The message that she was not to be on the deck while the men were at work had been quite clear, repeated time after time, but her father would have to face the facts. The tiny cabin she'd been staying in was as dull as those sophisticated meetings he was always taking her to, she felt as if she shouldn't be there. Whenever she'd sat in those stuffy rooms with all those chatting aristocrats, she'd always stare out the window, and think she should be out in the street playing with the other children, and that was how she felt now. She felt as if she should be up on the deck, for at least there was some action there, not at all like reading one of her books over again or staring out at the sea through a tiny window until it made her feel sick. She shook her head, her shimmering black hair damp from the gathering vapor, her pure white bangs falling over her eyes as she brushed them out of her face with her small hands. Nevertheless, her foster father was correct; the deck of one of the best ships in the fleet was no place for a small ten-year-old girl, especially a strange one such as her. Tillitah grunted at that, thinking she was neither young nor different. Sure, was a tad on the out of the ordinary side, but she could look out for herself; she didn't need some ridiculous nanny fussing over her every waking moment of her life. After all he was just her foster father, who was he to tell her what to do?
"LOOK OUT!" Suddenly, she heard a commotion of calls rise from the crewmembers aboard, the ship lurching to the side and sending her to the ground as a loud booming rung in her ears. She gave a surprised squeak as she slid across the drenched wood, hitting the railing of the ship with a soft thump. She quickly stumbled to her feet, her eyes filling with fear as she looked up at the scene before her. A huge explosion of blazing flames reached into the heavens a short distance from their ship, the smell of burning wood and smoke wafting through the breeze. Her eyes grew even wider when she realized what was held within that blistering inferno, unable to escape due to the rising flames. A ship much smaller than their own was slowly disappearing into the seas dark depths, debris from the explosion floating about in the churning waters. With a slight jump, Tillitah rushed over to the other side of the ship, grabbing the railing to steady herself as she peered down into the waves, gazing at the many possessions floating in the dark water, wondering what could have caused such destruction. Then, her eyes fell upon a single board of wood, realizing with dread that a trembling figure lay clinging to it, his eyes closed, his body quickly being engulfed by the churning waves. Her heart filled with dismay, realizing that the boy would surely be lost if a rescue wasn't soon to occur.
"Look there," she cried out; pointing out at the struggling boy, silently praying someone would reach him in time. No one seemed to realize that a young girl who shouldn't have been there had warned them as they hurried to save the drowning boy, rushing to his rescue in the nick of time. Tillitah gasped as the strange boy was brought aboard, wondering what had happened to him as a man set him down on the sodden deck. She rushed over to them, her eyes blazing with a timid curiosity as the boy began to stir from his shadowy condition.
"Wha," he choked, his voice barely a whisper as he took in his strange surroundings.
"Poor kid," someone in the crowd muttered as a single man pushed his way through the crowd, giving the boy a concerned look. Tillitah bit her lip, shying away slightly, wondering if she should run back to her cabin as she realized whom to the was, her foster father was headed her way. She gave him a nervous smile as he gazed at her sternly, shaking his head before turning back to the boy.
"What should we do with him Sarutobi sir," a man standing beside Tilli's foster father asked, wondering if they could even trust the strange boy.
"We'll take him back t the harbor with us," Sarutobi sighed after an awkward silence, looking down at the boy with thoughtful eyes, "he'll surely be able to find some place in the town."
"Yes of course," the other man nodded slowly, then turned back to the others, "alright men, back to work!"
Tillitah gulped down a lump in her throat as the men returned to their stations, feeling her foster feather's eyes upon her. The rather elderly man gave her a tired sigh, for he'd somehow known she'd get herself into some sort of mischief such as this sooner or later. He cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully.
"Tillitah," he sighed, "You know you shouldn't be up here."
"But," Tillitah whimpered, her eyes filled with despair.
"Don't complain to me young lady," Sarutobi shook his head, "this place is dangerous, and you are far to young to even be on this ship, could you please consider the risks before doing things as risky s this?"
"Sorry," Tillitah looked down at the damp boards beneath her, unable to meet his stern gaze, "I'll stay in my cabin until we get to the docks, okay?"
"Yes that would be best," her foster father nodded, "but I also have another thing to ask of you."
"What is it," Tillitah asked, sounding almost excited at the possible chance for adventure.
"Keep a close eye on this boy," he gestured towards the barely conscious boy, "show him around and get to know him, I'd like you to take care of him until we get home, think you can handle such a burden?"
"Yes sir," Tillitah gave a childish salute, perking up a good bit as her foster father walked away, a slight smile creeping over his face. Tillitah sighed with relief, barely able to believe she hadn't been punished as she turned to the soaked boy, giving him a compassionate look.
"I'm Tillitah," she smiled, holding out a hand for him to shake, "who are you?"
The boy only stared at her through dazed eyes, his body shivering with the cold. He didn't know where he was, and he had no idea why this strange girl with wolf ears and a swishing tail was staring at him that way. He only knew that everything he had ever lived for was gone, and right now, all he wanted to do was rest and forget. He gave an exhausted sigh, his eyes barely even open as he returned the girl's greeting but was too tired to even shake her hand.
"I'm Kabuto,"he rasped, his voice becoming even quieter, "Kabuto…Yakushi…"
"Kabuto," Tillitah asked as the boy let go of his thoughts, falling into a world of dark dreams. She gasped slightly, realizing she was now alone, fearing the boy would never awaken again, but the soft sounds of his breaths reached her ears, relieving her in the slightest of manners. She gave him a sad look, her eyes passing over his messy silver hair and his charred face. Then, she gasped again, a slight glimmer of light causing the item before her eyes to glow. Tied around a bloody rope on the boy's neck was the most mystifying item the young girl had ever seen. A pendant, a sort of medallion, made of gold, barely visible almost completely obscured beneath the boy's shirt collar. She tentatively took it in her shaking hands, noticing the well-carved image of a wolf's head directly in the center of it. She brushed away the bloodstains, the wolves ruby eyes glittering ever so slightly. She could only gape in wonder, barely able to believe that she was truly holding such a treasure in her hands, wondering what sort of harrowing tale lied in its past. Without thinking, she gently slipped the trinket from the boy's neck, grinning with relief that he didn't awaken, for surely he wouldn't like her taking what seemed to be so precious. She could only hope he would forget about it, as she slipped it around her own neck and headed back to her cabin…
Insanity rise: How was that for a first chappie?
Tillitah: oh…shiny medallion!
Kabuto: I get seasick real easy.
Tillitah and Insanity rise: steps away slowly.
Kabuto: you guys make me feel bad.
Tillitah (glomp) we love you Kabuto!
Insanity rise: Well I hope you liked it! REVIEW OR STRANGE DANCING MUSHROOMS WILL INVADE YOUR HOME! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
Tillitah: Aroooooooo!
Kabuto: I'm surrounded by wolf girls and insane authors….save me Orochimaru-sama!
Insanity rise: TALLY HO TO CHAPTER 2!
