Chapter One
Hello, Again
Chrys sat in the barracks of the fort watching the seen before her. The "pirates" of Port Royal were being hung today. She heard a member of the company read off what they were convicted of, and what rights had been suspended. She had watched 21 or so hangings, when the next seven to be hanged came up. The first six showed first, the seventh was a little kid. Beckett, you bastard. Hanging a kid, Chrys thought. She noticed the kid was fiddling with a piece of eight. He looked up at the noose. Probably wondering how they plan to hang him, she thought sadly. The hangman came back with a barrel for the kid to stand on. The kid started to sing, "The king and his men stole the queen from her bed. They bound her in her bond. The sea be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we'll row." Smart kid, calling the Brethren Court together.
Another "hangee" started to sing, "Yo ho, all hands. Hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."
Now they all started to sing, Chrys included, "Yo ho, all together. Hoist the colours high." the guards started to back away. "Heave ho, thieves and beggars never shall we die." The hangman pulled the lever. Chrys got up, cursing Beckett with all her heart under her breath. She ran to the docks, to her ship, Noir Corbeau.
"Dad! Dad! Oh, for crying out loud! Mr. Ravenhill!" Chrys yelled from the dock.
"Aye, Captain?" her father asked, looking over the edge of the boat.
"Set sail for Singapore! Now!" Chrys commanded as she came on to the ship.
"Aye, Captain! May I ask why, though? Did Tia Dalma not say to stay here?" he asked.
"Aye, she did. But the song has been sung. If pirates are going to die, I want to be there for the final battle," Chrys said.
"Why Singapore?" Mr. Ravenhill asked.
"Because I'm sailing to World's End with them."
When she arrived in Singapore, she saw fighting. She sighed. She noticed the Company was fighting them. She climbed off the ship.
"Mr. Ravenhill!" she called.
"Aye?" he asked.
"Sail the Noir Corbeau to Shipwreck Cove," she commanded.
"But, Captain,"
"Do it please, Dad," Chrys said.
"All right, Chrys, but be careful," her father said.
"What kind of pirate would I be if I was careful?" she asked.
"Chrys," her father said sternly.
"I know, Dad," she said as she walked down the dock.
She looked around for anyone she knew. Finally, she saw Barbossa and the crew. She ran towards them. She stayed her distance until they reached ship. She got on unnoticed. She went behind Elizabeth and said, "Boo!" Elizabeth she turned around started to say something until she realised who it was.
"Chrys!" she said, giving Chrys a hug. "How've you been?
"I saw a little boy hung, 'cause he was a pirate," Chrys said.
"That's horrible. Thanks to Beckett, I suppose?" Elizabeth asked.
"Who else?" Chrys said with disgust. "So, how have you been?"
"Been better. When we went to see Sao Feng, we hid some weapons on me." Elizabeth said smiling.
"Some?"
"Okay, a lot. But, they made me remove it all. Will got caught trying to steal the charts we need, then the East India Trading Company barged in when Sao Feng found their snitch. And that pretty much sums up our adventures 'til you came. Do have anything else to add to your life?" Elizabeth said.
"Yeah, I am now, Captain Chrys Ravenhill. My ship is the Noir Corbeau, French for the Black Raven," Chrys said sitting on some stairs. Elizabeth sat next to her. Tia Dalma came up to her.
"Hello, Chrysogon Ravenhill," Tia Dalma said to her.
"Hi, Tia Dalma," Chrys said lightly.
"I thought I told you to stay in Port Royal?" Tia Dalma said sternly.
"I have a problem with authority?" Chrys suggested.
"If you have a problem with authority then you should go back to your own ship, Captain Ravenhill," a voice said to her left. She turned her head, only to find Will looking at her.
"Hey, Will. For your information, all pirates have a problem with authority, or we wouldn't be wanted dead," Chrys explained.
"True," he said nodding before turning away. Chrys made sure he was still in earshot before saying,
"Hey, Elizabeth did Will ever tell you I beat him in a swordfight three years ago when he enlisted in Jack's help to save you?" Chrys asked her.
"No. What did he say?" Elizabeth said laughing.
"He said and I quote, 'A thirteen-year-old girl beat me.' Jack was laughing at him," Chrys said, now laughing herself. Will finally turned around.
"Why does everyone think it's funny?" Will asked.
"Because it is, Will," Chrys said simply.
"In another fight, I'd beat you," Will said, hoping his voice sounded confident.
"Oh, really? Want another go?" Chrys asked. "You have nothing to lose but your pride."
"Right now?" Will asked, praying she'd say no, but highly doubting it.
"Sure," Chrys said, drawing her sword and getting up.
"Be careful, Will," she heard Elizabeth mutter.
Cotton (and Cotton's parrot), Marty, Mr. Gibbs, Pintel, Ragetti, Tia Dalma and the crew from Singapore gathered around to watch. Will and Chrys now had a circle to fight in. Will became rather self-conscious, he noticed Chrys had no problem with this, and made the first move; he parried. He made a move towards her right hip, she blocked. The fight continued like this for five minutes; finally, Barbossa noticed the clashing of metal. He too, watched with interest. Fifteen minutes later, Will was about to disarm Chrys, when she stepped back. He blinked in confusion; Chrys used that moment to disarm Will.
"Ha. I win, again, William Turner," Chrys said triumphantly. Everyone just stared at Will in trepidation; they looked at Chrys in wonder.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Elizabeth asked.
"Tortuga," Chrys said, "I think you had better go comfort him. I don't think he can handle losing to me again especially when he almost had me. I suppose you learned to fight from Will?" Elizabeth nodded. She went over to Will, he brushed her away.
"Chrys! Who taught you how to fight? I want to know!" Will asked. Chrys stopped in her tracks and spun on her heel.
"I've told you I don't remember, Will. Being a pirate, it does things to you. I learned how to fight and I got better, because I was allowed to fight once Lombard realised I could. And you know what? He is dead! Along with the crew, I'm the only survivor. The Company didn't bother with me because one of them recognised me, and left me alone. He turned around to tell his crew to leave me be, but before he could say my name he was dead. And I killed him. His crew was scared of me, me. They ran on their ship and said 'no survivors'. So I'm sorry if my survivor skills have humiliated you, but if I couldn't fight, I'd be dead!" Chrys shouted angrily, on the verge of tears. Everyone was looking at her, then Will. Before anyone could say anything, she ran below deck. Will and Elizabeth started to go after her, seeing as they were her friends. But someone stopped them.
"Let her be, life has been cruel to her. Her father leaves when she was eight, den her brother when she is only twelve. And den her mother turns to alcohol as a comfort instead of looking after her," Tia Dalma said.
Sometime later, Elizabeth went looking for Chrys. She found her in the first door she opened. Chrys raised her head. Elizabeth could tell she had been crying. She walked over to the girl and gave her a hug.
"Oh, Chrys, what is the matter?" Elizabeth asked her gently, Chrys had always been strong.
"I saw…I saw…my mom hanged, Elizabeth," Chrys sobbed.
"What happened?"
"Well, Beckett got wind there was a Captain Ravenhill, and my mother must be associated with him. They figured it must be my brother or my father," Chrys said.
"And was it?" Elizabeth asked her.
"Well, Wes is a captain, my father was but now my first mate, and I'm a captain. But they were looking for a 'Captain Chris Ravenhill.' Me. But no one knew 'cause in Port Royal, I'm known as Chrysogon still. Anyway, my mother never said it was me. Beckett was looking for me and told my mum she could live if she said where I was. She didn't. So, she took her own life to protect me," Chrys finished telling the story.
"What would Beckett want with you?" a voice from the doorway. Elizabeth and Chrys turned, it was Will.
"Nothing good, I'm sure," Chrys said bitterly. "We've another thing in common."
"What's that, Chrys?" Elizabeth asked.
"We're all motherless," Chrys said sadly.
Author's Note: Sorry, it took so long to update. I had this huge Geography project due, and I had writer's block for a bit, and I was writing three other stories to clear my head. And sorry this chapter is so short.
