A/N: Welcome to my Pirates of the Caribbean Fanfic! Those of you who read my Phantom of the Opera Fanfic who were fans of Captain Krystal Robyn will enjoy this. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters. Enjoy Pirate fans!
Chapter 1: Never Trust a Pirate
She awoke to the thundering sound of cannon fire, causing her eyes to shoot open as she sat up in her bed. She stared her turquoise eyes out the window next to her bed, and saw another ship floating by the one she found herself in now. She heard her heart pounding in her ears as she realized it was the ship she had been searching for. The doors to her cabin flung open, and she shot her gaze at the form of a man framed in the doorway.
"Captain Robyn!" he cried, out of breath from running and panic. "It's the Phantom Pirate! She's right on top of us!"
"I can see that, sailor!" she growled as she jumped from her bed, still in her clothes consisting of a white linen shirt, a black vest, black breeches, and black knee-high boots. She wore a purple silk sash around her head to hold her waist long ebony hair away from her eyes, and a red cotton sash around her waist. She slipped on her black long sleeved, knee length velour coat, hurriedly and grabbed her brown leather hat from the bed and marched toward the door, putting the hat on her head.
"Why was I not called earlier?!" she barked, walking past the man as he ducked out of the way. He hurried to catch up with her as she walked on the deck of the ship.
"Ma'am," he whimpered. "She's only just appeared!"
She shot a glance of mild surprise at the man.
Shouldn't be too surprised, she thought. That is how she got her name.
The cannons below deck fired again.
"Tell them to cease fire immediately!" she yelled at him, pointing down for emphasis. "That's still my ship, no matter who's claiming to be her captain, and I'll not have her damaged when we take her!"
"Yes, ma'am!" the man nodded and ran below deck.
She looked towards the deck of the Phantom Pirate floating on her ship's starboard side as the cannons went silent. She stepped toward the rail and leaned on it with her hands.
"Where is your captain, mate?!" she called to one of the men on the deck of the other ship.
"In his quarters!" the man answered. "Who wants to know?!"
The men on deck howled with laughter. They all knew who she was, and what she wanted with their captain. She cleared her throat and reasoned that she would humor these knaves.
"I'm Captain Krystal Robyn, and I invoke the right of parley with your captain!"
The men immediately ceased laughing and looked around at each other in disbelief.
"Come on, lads! We haven't got all night!"
One man shot off across the deck, heading for the stern and disappeared. After a few short moments, he came back on deck, and faced her.
"The captain will see you!" he shouted.
Krystal smiled triumphantly and turned to her first mate who came up next to her with a serious look over his handsome, Irish face of sky blue eyes and short, black curly hair.
"Mr. Stewart, bring me a rope," she ordered. "It seems I'm in need of a way to board that fine vessel."
He looked at her curiously but found a rope hanging from the mast and handed it to her, standing very close to her.
"You may need help over there," he whispered. "Take one of the men with you."
"No," she whispered back, grabbing the rope. "This isn't their affair. It's not worth losing a good man. That's my ship."
He didn't let go of the rope when she went to pull it from his hand, and she looked at him irritably as he stepped a touch closer to loom over her.
"Then take me," he urged. "What if something goes wrong? You might need help."
"If anything does happen, John, keep to the code," she smirked, making John's eyes widened as Krystal pulled the rope from his grip, loudly adding, "Is that understood, Mr. Stewart?"
John nodded, reluctantly and backed away from the railing as Krystal pulled herself onto it. She faced the Phantom Pirate and gripped the rope with both hands then pushed up and back off the railing to swing forward until she flew above the deck of the Phantom Pirate. She let go of the rope, landing on the deck of the ship and right in front of the man she had been yelling at.
"We were going to have a plank set up, you could walk over on," he explained as she moved a wisp of hair from her face and walked toward the captain's quarters.
"Never trust a pirate," she smirked as she walked past him. She threw the doors open and stood framed in the doorway as the other man came up behind her.
"Captain Krystal Robyn, meet Captain Daniel Conrad."
He sat in his chair, his feet on the table along with a sword and gun, ready to be used. He looked Krystal up and down with sea-green eyes through strands of chestnut brown hair and smiled triumphantly with a half gold, half white set of teeth. He swung his legs off the table, and stood up to walk around it and stand in front of her.
"Go," he told her announcer with a wave of his hand and the sailor obeyed, closing the door on his way out then grinned at Krystal, leaning back on the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, well, well…it's been a while, Captain Robyn. I've been waiting for this."
"I don't want any trouble," she said flatly, not moving. "I only want my ship back, and in exchange, you'll serve on my ship as one of my crew."
Daniel scoffed before retorting, "To go from captain to deck-hand? How is that a fair exchange?"
"It's a fair exchange when you get to keep your life."
Daniel stood tall, letting his arms fall to his sides as he stalked toward her, anger glowing in his eyes.
"Is that a threat?" he growled through clenched teeth. "I'm not intimidated by you, Miss, so don't even try threatening me!"
"Nor am I intimidated by a ship-thieving, bully of a captain," Krystal shot back, emotionlessly.
Daniel lifted a hand, ready to back hand her across the face but hesitated. She didn't even flinch and only stared at him as his hand dropped back down to his side.
"You have courage…for a woman."
Krystal glared at him, making him smile smugly, knowing he had gotten a rise out of her with that comment before he turned and walked toward the table.
"Let's say I didn't accept your offer," he said then turned to face her. "What would you do then?"
Krystal glanced toward the weapons on the desk.
"I would challenge you to a duel for it," she replied, meeting his gaze again. "If I win, I get my ship back."
"And if I win?"
She strolled toward him, stopping in front of him and making him frown down at her in confusion. She lifted a hand and touched the tips of her fingers to his cheek as he leaned back on the edge of the desk again, his eyes widening at her actions. He studied her face as she touched his neck and what was exposed of his chest with her fingers and watched him with a seductive smile as he slowly started to lose himself in the feel of her touch.
"If you win," she murmured. "You keep the ship." She leaned in close to his face, placing her other hand on the desk. "And you can do what you want with me."
He gave a sigh of ecstasy at the thought, closing his eyes as Krystal stopped, leaning in a few centimeters from his face, her hand crawling farther behind him. She lifted his gun up next to his ear to make sure he heard it when she cocked the hammer back. His eyes shot open and Krystal pulled away from, pointing the gun at him as he stood up.
"You're more stupid than I remember," Krystal chuckled as he held his hands slowly and smirked.
"You're on an enemy ship," he reminded her. "My men will hear the shot and make you walk the plank…or worse."
They suddenly heard a ruckus outside and Krystal smirked at Daniel's look of horror at the doors. Swords clanged, men shouted, and the doors to the cabin flew open to reveal a fight on deck and a familiar face to Krystal.
"Captain!" he called to Krystal and rushed to her side. "We're taking the ship!"
"Excellent, Mr. Stewart!" she praised, not taking her gaze away from Daniel, still pointing the pistol at him. "Take this man the brig on this ship, if you please."
"Right away, ma'am," he nodded and gripped Daniel's arm as Krystal finally lowered the pistol.
"You'll pay for this, Robyn!" Daniel growled as John dragged him out on deck.
"Rightly so," Krystal snapped back with a nod. "But not today, burro!"
She turned into the cabin, placing her hands on her waist and looking around the cabin as she listened to the battle raging on deck. She suddenly heard it become very silent, making her frown in confusion as she spun around to stare out at the deck, only to see John walking Daniel toward the brig. Daniel's crew stared at him as her own crew looked at each other in as much confusion she was experiencing. Once John and Daniel were below deck, his crew threw their weapons to the floor and sat down were they stood.
Odd. Very odd, indeed.
Krystal walked out of the cabin and faced them, her hands still on her hips the gun still in her hand.
"Well," she addressed Daniel's crew. "What would you lads like to do?"
The men sitting looked up at her with wide eyes.
"I like to think I'm a merciful captain so I'll give you a choice," she continued. "You may either join your captain in the brig, or you may take that ship and sail wherever you please." She pointed to the Merman, the ship she had stolen from a naval officer. "Make your choice, gents!"
The men looked around at each other but after a few moments they all stood up and, without a word, ran to the port side and jumped toward the Merman.
Krystal smiled and walked back into the cabin, closing the doors behind her. She placed the pistol back on the desk and walked around it to sit in the chair, but she frowned when she frowned, wobbling in it a bit.
"That bilge rat got rid of my chair!" she snapped at herself. She shrugged with a sigh and leaned back a bit, swinging her legs onto the table and cradling her head in her hands, before whispering to the ship, "I'm home now, precioso. I'm not leaving you."
She suddenly heard booming sounds from outside and shot up in her chair. A cannon ball blew through the wall to her left and a huge plank went flying toward her, making her duck just in time to dodge it.
"Estúpido tontos!" she hissed, standing to run out on deck. However, another cannon ball blew through the wood, sending more wood planks flying through the air, but this time she wasn't able to dodge one of the planks, which smacked her so hard that she was sent to the floor. She groaned in pain as she heard shouting outside and more booming from the cannons of the Merman, dizzy from the impact.
"I'm sorry, mi amor," she groaned before slipping into darkness. "I'm sorry."
A/N: Once in a while she says stuff in Spanish, so if some phrases and things look like another lingo, that's what it is. I try to make it things that you don't need to know what she's saying, really, but if your curious as to what she's saying, I encourage you to look it up.