Okay, so. This is actually my first fanfic...and I'm kinda weird about sharing stories. I'll probably update this every couple days or so. But anyway..enjoy!
Saved
Everyone has their starts. Even those who live on the streets. I guess you could call me one of those people. A beggar. Peasant. Filthy, no-good rat. I was never treated well.
Being poor had its...well, mostly downs. I ate scraps from the tavern I always tended at, my pay the lowest of lows. Almost daily, I would sell myself off to eager patrons, hoping for more money but only letting my dignity slip away more and more. It was what my mother had done. I needed saving, but what royal would purposefully come to the poorest of peasants and save them?
No royal.
But maybe something else could save me.
It was late evening and I was tending tables when I heard my chance. The captain of a ship was in need of a crew, since his last was shoved off the plank into shark infested waters for stealing the gold from the captain's quarters. Slowly, one dabloom at a time. He needed men. That's what got me though. My hair was down to my waist, clearly feminine. Then I remembered the rusty scissors I found in the trash a day or so ago. And that's when I decided. Yes. I was going to become a pirate. Sail the seas. See the world. Be saved.
After receiving my pay for the week, I hurried to my shack I called home. I went straight to the small piece of mirror I found (garbage) and grabbed the rusty scissors. It took a few minutes, but I got them to start moving and began cutting my locks, cringing when they fell to the floor with each snip. I was doing this. No going back.
The floor was covered with curls and whisps of hair when I finished and I looked at my new boy-ish haircut, satisfied with the outcome. Now I just needed clothing to conceal my curves. I scrounged around in my brother's old things, finding a baggy, threadbare button down as well as some pants in the same condition. Seeing my brother's clothing made me smile a little then sniffle as I ripped strips of a dingy sheet to bind my chest. I had average breasts. You knew they were there, but they could be easily bound. After binding my chest, I pulled on the clothing, smelling my brother's familiar but gone scent on the cloth.
Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as I approached the captain a little later. He was a handsome man, his years of sailing having aged him well. His gaze was menacing yet it drew you in, almost like he had a secret to tell. Two scars ran across his face, giving him a reason to be called Captain Dualscar. And that was what he was strictly called. No 'Dualie' or any other nickname. Even his two sons were to call him that.
His sons, Eridan and Cronus, looked exactly like his father. Both had a strong jawline, bright blue eyes, and a way of looking at you that could send chills down your spine. The eldest, Cronus, didn't have the same auburn hair as his brother and father. His was a dark, deep brown, maybe from his mother. Eridan looked as if he always frowned, a mask of distaste on his face. The two of them flanked their father's sides, examining each and every man who 'signed up' to join the crew.
My palms were sweaty when I stepped up to the scarred and burned tavern table, trying not to meet the gaze of any of the men. Could they tell I was a woman? Are my features too feminine? But they said nothing, only watched as I started to sign the rather small list. But I hesitated. I couldn't put my real name. That would give it away. So I put down a fake name instead, watching myself spell out the name 'Gatlin' with a trembling hand. And thus I was named. And it wasn't until I walked away that I realized I had put down my brother's name.