The crew of Saoirse was a little slow that afternoon, but they all were very pleased with the way their evenings went. They worked well, and Captain Cianon told them where they would be heading. When they had sailed out a short ways, The Black Pearl met them there, and took the lead as planned. The crews of each ship seemed to take a moment to stare at the opposite ship, each apparently in awe of the ship itself. The reputations for each were known by every member, and they took equal interest to the ship opposite them. They would be nearing Port Royal within a few days, sometime past dark, later into the night. Which hopefully meant a little less worry of a navy ship, and more cover by night. Hopefully this would stick, for if there were any storms brewing it could put them off course, and take even longer to get there. After Port Royal, Port Raschel was apparently just a two or three day sail.
They had already been out sailing for three days. All seemed to be going well. For the moment, anyway.
"Captain!"
Kenyon looked up to the crow's nest where a crew member was waving down to her, eyeglass in hand. "Aye, Feng?!"
"Ship in the distance!"
"Well what kinda ship?!"
The Eastern-man known as Feng {which is Chinese for 'sharp blade' or 'win'} looked back through the eyeglass to double check if what he saw was what he thought. "Looks to be navy, Captain!"
Kenyon cursed under her breath, nodded to Leone to take the helm, and hurried to the side of the ship. Her eyeglass was already in hand and stretched out, before she reached the edge and held her eyeglass up to inspect it for a minute.
She sighed and retracted it, sticking it back in the pocket of her captain's coat and turning to face her crew, "Send word to The Pearl! It appears these blokes have already recognized us. They be ridin' our hides as fast as possible. Cannons are probably already bein' loaded to try to get rid of us. Loosen the sails as soon as The Pearl has been informed. Whether they stay or leave us, brace yerselves for a fight, men!" She quickly made her way back over to the wheel, using one hand to turn them slowly and sharply in the direction of the navy ship.
If they didn't get turned properly, they'd be in the navy ship's cannon range, while it stayed out of theirs. Surprisingly enough a crew member, the one to give the signal, said that The Pearl was staying to fight. Whether it was true or not, she wondered. Why would they care to stay? The Black Pearl was fast enough to make its way away from the battle, now why would Captain Sparrow decide to stay? Beat the hell out of her, but much to her surprise they weren't moving at all. The crew of The Pearl cheered over towards the crew of Saoirse, which caused them all a bit of wonder. But they all grinned and cheered back.
"Why do I get the feelin' this bloke is gonna surprise me all too often?" Kenyon mumbled to herself before setting the wheel right and standing there for a moment while the crew worked on loosening the sails. The Pearl was a ways away, but off to the side of them. For a moment Kenyon wondered if perhaps they would take the chance to down her ship while the navy ship was attempting at something.
"Captain!" Feng's odd voice rang out from where he was standing near the edge of the ship, having moved from the crow's nest and back onto the deck to brace for a fight. Leone took the helm once again and she walked over to Feng, furrowing her brow.
Captain Sparrow seemed to be standing on the railing of his ship, holding onto the ropes that lead upwards towards a sail. "I've got an idea!"
Her brows knitted further together as he spoke, "And?"
"You'll see! Jus' don' go blowin' holes in me ship when I sail out further!"
Her brows raised now as she pursed her lips, "I haven't a reason to, love! Jus' don' do anything stupid!"
He grinned and hopped down, heading back to the helm of his ship while she did the same. By now the navy ship was within distance that one could see the colors it flew from where they were slowly sailing along.
Sparrow's ship was beginning to sail a ways ahead of them, heading faster and straight for the navy ship. At this rate, they'd ram into each other. Kenyon watched in interest to figure out what he was trying to do. When they came close enough to the navy ship, her crew had been standing on deck, swords in hand and pistols readied in their belts.
Kenyon scoffed out a laugh, now noticing what it was Sparrow had in mind. He had made a rather sharp turn of the wheel, which sent him flying by the navy ship's side, no doubt causing them to worry of a collision. While this happened, his men also let the sails down so that they would stop while the navy ship was still in range.
Both pirate ships' cannons were loaded, and men were already at the ready, hands gripped around the ropes to pull the trigger, so to speak, on the cannons. This navy ship was in way over its head, what the hell was it thinking? Its members wouldn't have much time to think, as they were in shock of Sparrow's move for a moment still.
This gave both pirate crews the chance to board, using ropes on the ship seeing as the ships were still in a bit of movement and a gangplank from one to the other was sure to fall. A few navy men also boarded each ship, obviously confused as to which to go after. They must've only noticed Saoirse and perhaps felt all too adventurous.
While Kenyon's ship and men were more than capable of taking out a navy ship, it was more the damage to her own ship that she feared. It would mean making port and cutting them off course. While Port Raschel was only two days from Port Royal, it was also further up. Meaning that while Port Royal was where it was, Port Raschel was diagonal from it.
Kenyon shouted to Leone to fire the cannons, which he yelled below deck. They quickly did as told, putting a couple of good holes into the side of the navy ship. While this was going on, apparently Captain Sparrow had given a similar order, because the sound of wood on either side crashing down was definitely happening.
Her men that fought on the ship knew when it was time to get off, but they took the chance to gather all the goods they could. They didn't like to pass up the chance, and of course Kenyon would be more than happy to split the gatherings with The Black Pearl..
The crew below deck reloaded the cannons and awaited further orders. Kenyon locked into battle with a navy man who seemed amused at her presence, "Oh look, the girl wants to play pirate!"
She sneered at him, forcing her upper body with her sword, which sent him stumbling backwards, though he didn't fall. "Ye fail to realize, love. I'm the captain!" She held her arms out as if to show him what she wore, the trinkets of her battles and treasures proof of her high place.
He looked shocked, "But that'd mean-"
She leaned closer to him, swiping her cutlas back out towards his, where he caught it with his own sword. She twisted her body around, her sword bringing his around and twisted his wrist a bit. While he was in a state of shock from the odd move, she removed her pistol from her side with her right hand. (she's left handed, so she uses her left hand to sword fight usually, though she can work with both)
"You cheated!"
She grinned, "Pirate, love." At that she shot him where he stood and flung herself into another battle.
After disposing a few more navy men, she turned her attention to the navy ship. Captain Sparrow had no doubt released a few more cannon hits. One more from her ship, and it'd be gone.
She looked to where a crew member of hers was still gathering what he could. The others were beginning to notice that it was high time they got off of the ship with what they gathered, and were all taking ropes to swing back aboard Saoirse.
"Cap'n we've got 'em!"
She looked back to Leone, shaking her head, "Wait." She turned back and leaned over the edge of the ship, "Mr. Alan, get yer bloody arse back on this ship or ye can go down with tha' one!" His head perked up from where he was checking to make sure what he had was tucked inside his shirt well enough for the swing back over. "Well don' jus' stand there!"
He nodded and hurried over to a rope, at which point Kenyon yelled back towards Leone, "Do it!" He hesitated, noticing that the crew member was still there. "Mr. Fino, jus' do as I say, an' blow tha bloody ship to the depths!"
He turned and gave the order, just as the cannons were hitting the ship, the crew member, Mr. Alan, had pushed off. He landed on the deck, on his rump, with a thud and everyone watched the ship sink down, along with what members of its crew were still alive.
Kenyon turned to him and clenched her jaw, "Don' ye bloody do that! When I say to do somethin', do it! Got it?!" He flinched and nodded, causing her to sigh gently. The crew knew that she came down hard on them because she didn't want them getting themselves killed. It was a close ship, it was family for all of them. "Now gather your winnin's t'gether."
They split things equally on her ship, and she'd share with Sparrow later on. If his crew got anything, she wasn't sure they'd be willing to put it all together to divide it for both crews. It probably wouldn't show enough for all of them, and fights would break out. So they would gather it all together, take a bit out for Sparrow to do with as he pleased, and spread it out between the crew equally. The captain, of course, got a bit more than equal share. And the first mate got a little more as well, though not as much as the captain.
The crew had accepted this, they still got good plunder. They knew they had it good with Captain Cianon. She fed them well, gave them water, and especially rum, they were all given a share of the treasure, so no one was left out. The only people it was biased for was the captain and first mate, and on this ship no one thought the captain was just someone who was there to bark orders at the others. Kenyon and Leone had saved many of these mens' lives in one way or another. No one was forced onto this ship, unless of course it was a captive that they had reason to have there. And no one was forced off of it without reason.
It seemed to be one of the more understandable ships. Not because the captain was a woman, but because she was reasonable. And not reasonable as in she could be pushed around. Kenyon made her beliefs, and stuck with them. No one had the power to push her over, no one had any kind of power over her. If one of her own men, though she cared for them, was to cross her in an unforgivable way, she would have no problem in turning away from them. Shunning them, marooning them, even keelhauling them, throwing them overboard, or killing them by her own blade or bullet.
"Mr. Fino, Feng, do a quick check across the ship fer damages."
The two men went to the work very fast, while she stayed at the helm to direct the ship away from the fallen navy ship.
"We've got a few holes, Cap'n." Leone said while walking up next to her, Feng following close behind.
"A few inches of water have filled the lower deck." Feng added.
Kenyon shook her head and gave the wheel a turn, turning the ship all the way back around to head in the direction of Port Royal. "Damn.. Now we're gonna be off course... Feng, send signal to The Pearl once again to let them know we'll be makin' port in Port Royal. I have my ways of gettin' by the blokes at the docks.. It's no matter if they continue sailin' with us or not."
Feng nodded and went to do as told, while Leone shook his head at their bad luck.
By nightfall, and with all their speed, they reached Port Royal. Given it was rather late, but that made it all the better for them to make port without so much fuss. As Kenyon stepped onto the docks, payed off the dock master, and was making her way into the town, a familiar face made it's way to walk alongside her. "Ye didn' continue on?"
Jack shrugged while they made their way as silently as possible into the town. "Fer starters, luv, ye could pro'ly use tha extra help." He pointed towards a wanted poster for Kenyon and her crew, the captain being represented with nothing but a figure in black.
She grinned and nodded, "Aye, but those be everywhere. Doesn' matter what port I'm in. Fer all they know, I'm jus' some female pirate. No one knows what I look like, nor do they p'ticularly know me crew.. So what'd ye help us fer, and make port?"
"Ah, ye see, I have ta pick somethin' up here in Port Royal b'fore makin' me way.. B'sides, I wouldn' know where ta be goin' after passin' Port Royal. Ye seem to know enough 'bout it, so the way I see it is tha ye didn't give me directions on purpose.. Plus The Pearl could use a few repairs o' its own."
Kenyon raised a brow to him and he turned the corner, her all the while walking alongside, "Well I've been there before, yes. But it's been a long time, so I'm not all that reliable for ye. All I can suggest is makin' yer way to a port where ye can get directions that are definitely correct."
He said nothing, just stopped at a stone wall and bent down to the bars to speak to whatever was in there, "How many times I gotta get ye out o' there? Nex' time yer on yer own, mate, savvy?"
The person, obviously male by his voice, spoke in reply, "How is it my fault that the second I set foot here, they catch me by surprise?" "Well nex' time don' let 'em take ye by surprise!"
They bickered for a moment before Jack grunted and stood up, checking the pathways for people before he hurried around the corner. He attempted to open a door, but from the looks of things it was locked. So it took his pistol out, shot it, kicked the door open, and moved down the steps.
Her curiosity got the best of her, and Kenyon followed, hands at the ready if they needed to reach for any of her equipment. Turns out she did when four navy men guards showed up. Jack removed his sword from his sash and took a fight with one, while Kenyon grabbed her dagger with her right hand and threw it out towards one guard's stomach. She pulled out her cutlas with her left hand and locked into battle with another, while Jack disposed of the one he had been fighting with, and went into it with the last.
Kenyon pushed her sword against the guard's, causing him to do the same in return. Then she quickly knelt down, and as he fell forward from the force he was putting into pushing her back, she pulled her sword down and across his stomach. Then she rolled off to the side for when he fell face-first to the ground, dead.
"Show-off.." Jack mumbled, having finished his fight just as she did. She flashed a quick grin and then they turned their attention to the man in the cell that was being guarded.
"So, boy. How'd ye get yerself caught this time 'round?" Jack asked, looking at the guards until he found the key ring. When he pulled it from the belt of the guard that held it, he began to fiddle with in it the lock.
The man groaned, "I'm telling you, Jack. They don't give me any breaks anymore.." He paused at seeing Kenyon, and then looked to Jack, "Who's that?"
Jack looked back at her and then returned his attention to the lock, "A friend."
Kenyon scoffed and stepped up to the cell as Jack finally found the proper key, opening the door. After he began working on the shackles on the man's wrists, grumbling about the fact he'd have to find the one for the man's ankles too. Kenyon shook her head and pushed him out of the way, grabbing at the chain and forcing the man to hold his hands out. In one swift movement, she shot through the chain holding the shackles on his arms and legs, which only took about one or two seconds despite the fact she still had to cock the gun for each shot.
The man stood there, obviously rather shaken up. Kenyon flashed a smirk and tipped her hat to him, "Captain Kenyon Cianon, love."
"C-Captain Cianon? But..."
She rolled her eyes and nodded, "Yes, yes, I know. I'm a woman. You're in shock. What of your name, love?"
"W-William Turner.."
She nodded once, grinning again, "Now we'd better get outta here before any more of yer friends decide to join us."
She pulled her dagger from the guard's gut that she'd killed just moment ago, then she and Jack turned to walk, but were stopped by this William character, "What about Elizabeth?"
"What 'bout 'er? In't she comfy in the gov'nors house?"
"Jack, you know she hates it there. We have to get her."
Jack groaned and walked back up the stairs, mumbling to himself something about bloody women. William stayed behind, but joined after a moment. They stalked quietly through the streets, careful to be unseen by any 'friends' as Kenyon put it. They would have to hurry, for soon the guards they killed would be found. Then the bell would be rung to alert the navy men of Port Royal, that there were pirates there.
They made it towards the large home without a problem. The town, and what few navy men were still up for night rounds, were completely oblivious to them being there. They'd need to keep things as hidden as possible, luckily William mentioned that he had done something to make the dead guards a little.. Less noticeable. With luck they would stay unnoticed long enough for the ships to be repaired.
They broke through a door on the lower back side of the building. No one seemed to be inside, though those that were would soon be informed. Kenyon held the men back, who stared at her in a confused manner. She reached out the doorway of the room the were in, pulling a maid in.
"Say nothing when ye wake." She said before keeping her hand and sleeve held over the woman's nose and mouth, cutting off her oxygen. After a minute or two of wiggling around, the woman fell limp and Kenyon set her down on the ground.
"Why didn' I think of tha'?"
"Because, Captain Sparrow. Yer approach is runnin' in, sword at the ready, is it not?"
He sneered at her and they made their way through the house, doing the same to other house workers as Kenyon had done to the maid. Not so bloody, and easier to get by with. They rushed up the stairs and Jack pushed a door open, flinging it to the wall. They stepped inside, where the person they were looking for apparently was. They looked around the room for a moment, finding a woman sitting in a nightgown with a robe over it, staring out the window.
She was alerted to the sound of the door and turned to look at them, a quick smile playing across her face before she frowned. "What are you doing here, you're going to get yourselves-"
"Yeah, yeah, let's go, luv." Jack rushed her, grabbing her by the upper arm and pulling her to stand.
She tightened the robe around her frame and furrowed her brow in Kenyon's direction, "Who is that?"
Kenyon grinned and rolled her eyes. It was tiring to keep introducing yourself, but at the same time, when you are who you are, the reactions never get old. "Captain Kenyon Cianon, love. At your service." She removed her hat and held it to her stomach, bowing gently before setting it back on her head.
Kenyon continued to grin in the woman's direction, thoroughly intrigued by her. She was quite the looker, with dirty blonde hair in a loose braid over her shoulder, ringlets of it still hanging down by her face. From what Kenyon could see, she also had a very nice body. Though that was likely with any woman of her status.
Considering she looked to be in her early twenties, and she was living in the governor's home, the only two things she could be is a wife or a daughter. And her room seemed to be on a whole other wing from the governor's. Safest best was that she was his daughter.
'Wonder who the lucky bloke is that gets her..'
Her question seemed answered when Will hurried over to grab her hand and lead her out the door. Kenyon sneered and shrugged a shoulder. She had women in many a port, she didn't let herself get too bothered. She was the only woman that liked women until she was the one to change their minds. Or at least that's how it seemed thus far through all her sailing.
About halfway on their way to the ships, a small group of navy men came around the corner and found them. Jack and Kenyon already had their swords out, and were locked in battle with two of the five. The other three made their way towards Will and Elizabeth. Will pushed Elizabeth behind him. He didn't have any weapon, the idiot didn't pick one off of the guards from the looks of things.
He turned and tried to pull Elizabeth with him, who kept still and reached down under her dress to her calve.
'Smart girl.' Kenyon thought to herself as she looked to the pair with her periphial vision.
Elizabeth had a well sized dagger, a short blade actually, at least from what Kenyon could see. She tossed it to Will, who caught it and began to fight with one of them. This left two others, so Kenyon decided she'd had enough time messing around with this one. Keeping to her reputation it would seem, she reached into her sash with her right hand while her left hand carried her sword, locking both hers and the navy man's hands up in the air.
Both were pushing roughly towards the other, though Kenyon was more than capable of holding her own and more, so she wasn't pushed back despite the force he tried to use to knock her sword from her hands. She pulled her still-bloody dagger from her sash and swiped it across his stomach, spilling bloody contents and causing him to drop dead.
She turned quickly to see the two navy men holding onto Elizabeth's arms while she kicked and screamed, "Let me go! Do you hear me?! Let me go!" She was the governor's daughter after all, so they didn't wish to harm her.
Kenyon pointed her cutlas towards one, her dagger still in her right hand and down by her hip, also pointed at him, "I believe the lady said to let her go.."
He sneered and released Elizabeth, grabbing for his sword. The other one moved so that his arms were holding onto Elizabeth's shoulders, while she was still thrashing around. She calmed down just a bit, seeing as he wasn't pulling her backwards. She, much like the man holding onto her, wanted to watch this fight play out.
The man swung at Kenyon, who lifted her cutlas up with the one hand to block it, swiping towards his leg with her dagger. He reached out and caught onto her wrist, which to his dismay gave her a fast enough chance to push her sword towards him, almost causing his own to go right through his throat.
He stumbled back and she stood still, her sword crossed in front of her, and hand with the dagger down by her side. His sword came back towards her, this time she caught it with both her cutlas and dagger. He seemed confused by this, but this time around didn't let anything distract him from pressing forward.
Kenyon's arms were now crossed together from the pressure he was putting on her, and he was grinning victoriously. She glared to him, before giving her own grin and putting all her power into her arms so she could push towards him, all the while swiping her arms over each other. This made her dagger and sword push him back, falling onto the ground. Kenyon strolled over and stood over him, a bit of blood dripping from her wrist and seeping through the cloth of her shirt from where his sword caught onto it in the fall. Apparently she didn't even notice it.
"B-But you're a- a woman." He whimpered, obviously turned down by the fact that a woman was beating him.
"Ye forgot one very important thing, love.. I'm Captain Kenyon Cianon." She grinned yet again, and swiftly dropped the tip of her cutlas into his stomach, seeping past his flesh and causing blood to flood out around it. She pulled the sword from him and turned back towards Elizabeth and the navy man holding her, who both had their mouths wide open in shock.
In fact, Will had knocked his opponent down to the ground, and they were both staring at her the same way. Jack was rolling his eyes at all of them, mumbling something yet again about a show-off. Kenyon shook her head once and pointed her sword towards the one behind Elizabeth.
"You-You wouldn't kill her, w-would you?" He studdered.
She raised a brow, slipping her dagger back in her sash and appearing to have given up to negotiate Elizabeth's release. It was as her hand started to lift from her waist that she reached for her pistol, and quickly cocked it as her hand flew out. She had pointed it towards Elizabeth and the guard, pulling the trigger.