Summary: Victoria Reming is NOT Elizabeth Swann's cousin. I repeat, she's NOT. She's a completely OC! Victoria's father was the governor before Elizabeth's father was. She was on a crossing from England ten years ago, heading for Port Royal to marry Thomas O'brien. But what happens when the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow kidnaps her? Hopefully this isn't a Mary-Sue, or AU, for that matter. Please R I am hopeless at writing summaries! CHAPTERS REPOSTED
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters, except for Victoria. Even though I WISH I could own it all…
The ship tossed and turned simultaneously. Victoria Reming, sixteen years old, felt sick to her tightly corseted stomach. She staggered to the side, trying to concentrate on the horizon instead of the foaming black waves below. Toss, turn, toss, and turn. The fog grew thicker as Victoria felt worse. She wasn't used to the feel of the boat, being jerked around like a stringed puppet by the wind and waves. Her eyelids slowly grew heavier as she leaned further over the water. She looked out into the dense fog and imagined a huge pirate ship, with torn black sails heading for their ship, The Interceptor.
"It looks real," she breathed, leaning out. Before she could look closer, a cold hand touched her shoulder. Quickly, she reeled around, breathing heavily.
"Haha, gotcha Vicky Ticky," a man said, laughing as Victoria's face grew redder with anger.
"Don't do that, Thomas!" she said, scowling at him. Thomas O'brien was a tall, robust man. Eight years her senior, Victoria's father met him while in England. He decided to betroth her to him. What Victoria's father didn't know was how cruel he was to Victoria.
"Are you excited about our wedding?" Thomas said, touching her shoulders. Victoria frowned, stepping away from him.
"I'm…very eager," she lied, looking out into the horizon. The strong wind beat her, making her hair fly loose, slapping her face. Thomas smiled.
"I'm glad you are, then, dearest," he said, putting emphasis in his voice. She turned to face him just as he gave her a meaningful look.
"I'm not that eager!" she snapped disgustedly, crossing her arms.
"If you really loved me, you would," he whispered, putting his arms around her and running his hands up her arms.
"Thomas, just..wait."
"For WHAT?"
"At least until we're married!" Victoria said, dreading the thought. "But I won't marry you if I can help it," she muttered under her breath. She said it too loudly. Thomas's nostrils flared, but he quickly plastered on a pleasant smile. Too pleasant. He ran his hands down her arms more roughly. She spun around to face him.
"Stop." He ignored her, carelessly moving his hands around more. Victoria jerked her hand up to meet his nose. He doubled over, moaning in pain as he rubbed his nose. Victoria looked at him triumphantly, backing away from him. Thomas got up, screaming.
"Bloody-" he didn't bother to finish his sentence. Instead, he shoved her. Too hard. Victoria plummeted over the side, screaming as she fell.
"Help!" she gulped one time, before sinking under the water. Her corset was robbing her of breath. Victoria flailed her arms wildly to get to the surface. She had to breathe, or she would die. She choked on saltwater as it entered her gaping mouth. Her hair came undone as it formed a cloud around her face. She saw nothing anymore. The voice of God was calling on her. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her middle…
"Help!" Victoria screamed, kicking at the black coverlet. The door of the cabin was pushed open, and someone ran in. She faltered when she realized that she wasn't in water. Opening her eyes, she could just make out in the dim light two men standing over her. One was wearing a large flaccid hat atop his head. His teeth were rotten yellow, a few falling out. Scales of decaying skin covered his face. A pistol was at his belt. The second man looked interesting to her. He had long black dreadlocks, held back with a dirty red bandana. Strings of beads and coins were embroidered into his hair. His eyes were lined with black kohl and his mouth was gaping at her, revealing three golden teeth and two silver ones. His goatee was separated into two tiny braids. A captain's hat sat atop his head, and he was holding a bottle of rum in one hand. At the moment, he was soaking wet. Victoria realized that she was, too. The whole cabin smelled strongly of salt. She noticed that this man carried a sword on his belt. She jumped.
"Don't touch me. I didn't do anything. Please don't hurt me-" Victoria faltered when she saw a tattoo on the man's arm. It was branded with a "P". She gasped.
"-you pirates."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," the man said, apparently unruffled. He extended a hand to shake Victoria's. She lay there, staring at his tattoos. Awkwardly, he moved his hand back slowly and took a swig of rum instead.
"Ok, I've had enough of this woman. She's staring at us like we be touched in the head. Take her away, Jack!" the other man said in a rough voice.
"CAPTAIN Jack, Barbossa! Get it right, damn it!" The two began to argue bitterly, as Victoria absorbed her surroundings. The cabin was fairly large, the bed in the middle of the room. On one side was a tiny porthole, hovering above a small desk, littered with maps, sextants, quills and a monocular. The door stood in front of the bed, latched shut. Finally, Jack turned, realizing that she hadn't left.
"You have a name, missy?" Barbossa said, crossing his arms. Jack scowled at him from behind his back.
Victoria drew in breath, noticing that her corset wasn't on.
"V-V-V-Victoria Reming, sir." Captain Jack tried to smile pleasantly.
"Then you must be the governor's daughter," he said. Victoria nodded nervously.
"Should we hold her hostage?" Barbossa whispered from the side of his mouth.
"I should like you to take me to Port Royal. My father will be waiting for me there, and I'm…getting married," she said sullenly, remembering Thomas.
"Oh, no, you see, pirates don't return what they get. We got you, girl, and you'll be stayin' for a long while," Barbossa said menacingly. Just then, Captain Sparrow looked out the tiny window in the cabin. His charcoal-lined eyes widened, giving him the appearance of a dead man. Quickly, he unsheathed his sword. He jerked his head towards the window, as Barbossa looked out and pulled out his pistol.
Victoria looked the cutlass in Barbossa's hand. They moved to the sword in Captain Sparrow's hand.
"W-w-why are your weapons out? Surely you don't want to kill me?" she said, with a quivering voice.
"O' course not, milady. We would never hurt someone so fine like you," said Barbossa absently, before bolting out of the cabin. Victoria raised her eyebrows and looked at Jack for an explanation. He ignored her.
"Ready the cannons!" Captain Sparrow yelled out the door before following him out.
"Victoria, stay there! We need you as ransom!" Jack yelled, as the sounds of bombs exploding went off.
Victoria fainted from the combined smell of salt and the realization that she had been kidnapped.