A/N: This Story is completely for fun, so please no flames, but constructive criticism is required or I'll feed ya to the dogs. Savvey? *Wink*
Rating: Only for death episodes, and Pirate talk... I'll try not to be too graphic. (EW!)
Disclaimer: I don't believe in these, cuse anyone with a half a mind of common sence can see that I own Johnny Depp. *Evil Grin* yup... But really now. I own Dane, so don't use them, but you can ask. Though I doubt you want them
Prologue: Broken Sprit
A young girl sat in her loft, on the Pirate ship Water Lily. Long brown-gold hair was wind-raked, and tucked under a bright red bandana. Red robin feathers were fastened into her hair, along with a few gold beads. Her blue-gray eyes held an anger that would rival a storms along with a touch of sorrow, that made her stomach turn in knots.
Outside she could hear the older male pirates rove through their new plunder, and the cries of a new born child. She scowled at the door with all the anger a 15 year old could muster.
"I don't agree..." she said running her hand over a small oak box in front of her. 'Takin' a young woman is one thing, they've done it before, but a woman and her child?' She opened the tiny box and pulled out a thin chain.
It was sliver, with a yellow tear shaped gem on the end. The last of her mother's things, along with the satin blue dress she kept at the pirate port Tortuga with her friend Nicole. She sighed hating all of them.
Her name was Damita Robin. A surname she earned in the streets of Tortuga, for her speed in the pick pockters. Often called Dane, she was the youngest of Dianna, though to anyone else but Dane that was an insult. Dane was a whelp's child. Her mother finally killed by a man who found her in the streets alone. Dane was thrown out into the stress at age seven, left to learn on her own. But she was a quick learner and many in Tortuga were her friends. John, the blacksmith, and Nicole, the bartender's wife, was the ones that kept her alive, when she was in a fix, or when the pockets weren't so deep.
She found her way into the life of a pirate at age 10, on the Water Lily, but her mother' s morals found a place in Dane's heart. Should any man get in her swords way, he would find himself at the depth of Davey Jones locker, but she had mercy on every woman and child. Remembering those who had some mercy on her mother and her so long ago.
Now what the Pirates were doing on the Water Lily, was a knife into the open still open wounds of her mother's death, plunged into her soul and touched the tender morals of her mother.
Suddenly the door was wretched open and Thump, the first mate of the ship dragged in the young woman. She was couching the small bundle, that was her child, to her chest, looking at Dane with wide blue eyes.
"Ah well if it ain't little miss Softie." he drawled, his breath smelled drunk. Dane waved her hand in front of her and raised an eye brow, trying to keep her tense body from springing to save the girl.
"Whatcha want Thump?" she said back, keeping her face blank, "If you want to keep your head, I suggest you walk right on out." she said swinging her long legs over the egde of her bunk.
"We want to see if your really faithful. Captain Spane want's this one done in. She of no more use."
Dane couldn't help the scowl that crossed her face as she hopped down off the bed and stood at her full height. She had passed most of the pirates she knew in height at a long time ago. She pulled out her sword and pointed it in the drunken man's face. Then she forced a smile,
"Why would I want to kill her? She means nothing to me..." she lied.
Thump pushed the point out of the way, "Then do her in..." The rest of the mean, who had gathered, laughed.
Dane looked at the woman, couched on the floor. She was pretty; her husband had mostly likely loved her very much. She had long black hair and bright blue eyes; her child would have those eyes. Dane shook her head, and stared back at Thomp,
"No..."
Thump growled an order that Dane didn't quiet get, But then two mean grabbed her from behind,
"The captain thought it as much, Poppet. So it's going against the captain's words? That's traitor's talk. Take her to the mast.
Dane kicked and screamed the whole time, not even wincing as the ropes trying her to the mast burned her. She tried to scream, she tried to run, but they tied her to the mast as last.
"This is a nice sword..." Thump said looking down the edge of her blade.
"You drop my sword before I drop you!" she hisses, struggling against the ropes.
"Your in no position to talk, Missy." he said cutting her shoulder down to her elbow. She screamed at the sudden pain. Thump laughed,
"Bring the girl..."
Dane watched as the woman's child died, listened to the screams of a mother as her only child is taken away, then she was killed as well. Dane watched breathless, as the killing went on.
Long after they lied still, long after the men left the piratess, her tears telling them all they needed to know, she began to scream. She screamed her anger, her fury, her hatred. She screamed as the storm came in, and she screamed till her voice was horse. Then at last she hung her head, submitting to silent tears.
They had broken her sprit. With one last whisper of 'mercy', she gave her tried body to the raging storm.
Spicey-Muffin
Rating: Only for death episodes, and Pirate talk... I'll try not to be too graphic. (EW!)
Disclaimer: I don't believe in these, cuse anyone with a half a mind of common sence can see that I own Johnny Depp. *Evil Grin* yup... But really now. I own Dane, so don't use them, but you can ask. Though I doubt you want them
Prologue: Broken Sprit
A young girl sat in her loft, on the Pirate ship Water Lily. Long brown-gold hair was wind-raked, and tucked under a bright red bandana. Red robin feathers were fastened into her hair, along with a few gold beads. Her blue-gray eyes held an anger that would rival a storms along with a touch of sorrow, that made her stomach turn in knots.
Outside she could hear the older male pirates rove through their new plunder, and the cries of a new born child. She scowled at the door with all the anger a 15 year old could muster.
"I don't agree..." she said running her hand over a small oak box in front of her. 'Takin' a young woman is one thing, they've done it before, but a woman and her child?' She opened the tiny box and pulled out a thin chain.
It was sliver, with a yellow tear shaped gem on the end. The last of her mother's things, along with the satin blue dress she kept at the pirate port Tortuga with her friend Nicole. She sighed hating all of them.
Her name was Damita Robin. A surname she earned in the streets of Tortuga, for her speed in the pick pockters. Often called Dane, she was the youngest of Dianna, though to anyone else but Dane that was an insult. Dane was a whelp's child. Her mother finally killed by a man who found her in the streets alone. Dane was thrown out into the stress at age seven, left to learn on her own. But she was a quick learner and many in Tortuga were her friends. John, the blacksmith, and Nicole, the bartender's wife, was the ones that kept her alive, when she was in a fix, or when the pockets weren't so deep.
She found her way into the life of a pirate at age 10, on the Water Lily, but her mother' s morals found a place in Dane's heart. Should any man get in her swords way, he would find himself at the depth of Davey Jones locker, but she had mercy on every woman and child. Remembering those who had some mercy on her mother and her so long ago.
Now what the Pirates were doing on the Water Lily, was a knife into the open still open wounds of her mother's death, plunged into her soul and touched the tender morals of her mother.
Suddenly the door was wretched open and Thump, the first mate of the ship dragged in the young woman. She was couching the small bundle, that was her child, to her chest, looking at Dane with wide blue eyes.
"Ah well if it ain't little miss Softie." he drawled, his breath smelled drunk. Dane waved her hand in front of her and raised an eye brow, trying to keep her tense body from springing to save the girl.
"Whatcha want Thump?" she said back, keeping her face blank, "If you want to keep your head, I suggest you walk right on out." she said swinging her long legs over the egde of her bunk.
"We want to see if your really faithful. Captain Spane want's this one done in. She of no more use."
Dane couldn't help the scowl that crossed her face as she hopped down off the bed and stood at her full height. She had passed most of the pirates she knew in height at a long time ago. She pulled out her sword and pointed it in the drunken man's face. Then she forced a smile,
"Why would I want to kill her? She means nothing to me..." she lied.
Thump pushed the point out of the way, "Then do her in..." The rest of the mean, who had gathered, laughed.
Dane looked at the woman, couched on the floor. She was pretty; her husband had mostly likely loved her very much. She had long black hair and bright blue eyes; her child would have those eyes. Dane shook her head, and stared back at Thomp,
"No..."
Thump growled an order that Dane didn't quiet get, But then two mean grabbed her from behind,
"The captain thought it as much, Poppet. So it's going against the captain's words? That's traitor's talk. Take her to the mast.
Dane kicked and screamed the whole time, not even wincing as the ropes trying her to the mast burned her. She tried to scream, she tried to run, but they tied her to the mast as last.
"This is a nice sword..." Thump said looking down the edge of her blade.
"You drop my sword before I drop you!" she hisses, struggling against the ropes.
"Your in no position to talk, Missy." he said cutting her shoulder down to her elbow. She screamed at the sudden pain. Thump laughed,
"Bring the girl..."
Dane watched as the woman's child died, listened to the screams of a mother as her only child is taken away, then she was killed as well. Dane watched breathless, as the killing went on.
Long after they lied still, long after the men left the piratess, her tears telling them all they needed to know, she began to scream. She screamed her anger, her fury, her hatred. She screamed as the storm came in, and she screamed till her voice was horse. Then at last she hung her head, submitting to silent tears.
They had broken her sprit. With one last whisper of 'mercy', she gave her tried body to the raging storm.
Spicey-Muffin