AN: Okay, second Fanfiction! This time a TDI one! Yayz! This is going to D/C eventually, but that can't happen until they meet…which might take a couple chapters. Also, I'm gonna be altering Duncan's clothes a little to fit the pirate theme, but not a lot.
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI or any of its characters. However, I do own the Sea Dragon and the plot.
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Ch 1: Port Wawanakwa
Gunshots and shouts of "Get back here, ya filthy pirate!" echoed through the streets of Port Wawanakwa as the alarm bell tolled. A young man, barely 16, stumbled slightly as he dived behind some boxes soon to be shipped. Duncan Matthews, captain of the Sea Dragon and one of the youngest pirates to ever live.
Duncan looked over the box for any sign of the King's guards, and then removed his hat, revealing his green faux-hawk, and wiped his forehead. Standing up carefully, he started to walk towards the dock, keeping his sword and flintlock close at hand.
Duncan was a slightly muscular, but at the same time, slim. His lucky hat covered his bright green faux-hawk, along with some of his regular black hair. His multiple piercings slightly glinted in the sun, but as long as he made to his ship in one piece, he could care less.
His clothes were baggy: a black shirt with the Jolly Roger image on it, a dark gray long, torn jacket coming down to about his knees, and some old blue pants, faded from the years.
Adjusting his hat, Duncan could vaguely make out the sea monster design on the bow of his ship.
"'Ere she is." he said, grinning slyly as he started toward his vessel.
Duncan was orphaned about 10 years. His older brother was his care taker then, until he disappeared, probably captured by pirates. Duncan then stowed away on a pirate ship. Then, one thing led to another, and Duncan himself had become a pirate, eventually making captain of his very own ship.
Duncan stepped onto the dock, the wood creaking under his boot. His vessel was tied at the end of the dock, in case of emergency. Duncan froze when another creak came from behind him. Pulling out his flintlock, he whipped around, only to come face to face with the pointed metal of a sword. Duncan growled at the sword's bearer.
"Well, well, what have we here?" Noah, one of the youngest soldiers in the King's forces, asked.
"A very pissed off pirate that's about to blow your brains out." Duncan snarled angrily, gripping his flintlock hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Noah scoffed.
"That's not what I see." he replied as more soldiers approached. Duncan tried to pull up his gun to shoot the smart-mouthed soldier straight to Davy Jones' locker, but a soldier had snuck up behind him and cuffed his hands together.
"I see a scurvy-ridden bilge rat being prepared for his hanging." Noah said, sheathing his sword. The other guards took away his sword a flintlock as Noah led them to the prison fortress.
Duncan glanced over his shoulder to look at his ship. He gave a slight smirk. 'Just wait a couple more hours, guys. I'll be out in no time.'
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AN: Yes, I made Noah the bad guy. He just seemed the kind of sarcastic, pessimistic soldier I needed. So, yeah, Duncan got arrested. Will he manage to get out of the prison fortress? Or will Noah and the guards catch him first? I know, but you're gonna hafta wait until the next chapter, which should be up on either Wednesday or Friday. Read and Review!!!