Part One: Paying Off My Soul~Chapter One: Hoist the Colours
It had been foggy lately. Not just light fog, but thick enough so it was dangerous to sail. But of course, it was always dangerous to sail. Always.
Hoping the pirates would find me, I wore a very revealing dress with a high ruffle and low cut. My crew wouldn't dare say anything disrespectful.
I sat in a certain position, one that some women-deprived men would love, but otherwise extremely painful to even think about. My heels made my knees jut higher in the air than my body was meant for. A rat scurried across the deck, and I had to do everything in my power not to kick it away.
"Ughh," I whispered to myself. "I hate stake-outs." They were boring, and most of them a waste of time. It was a rare sight to carry something back from the target ship. Usually the captain of the ship would figure out what was happening, and would either open fire on us or blow up his own ship. It was usually much easier to just flat out attack the ship.
As a doctor and a part of the crew, I had severe doubts about any stake-out, as it usually meant me treating burns, severe injuries and the occasional dead body that wouldn't have occurred if not for the suicide mission. However, as a captain I had a good feeling about this time.
"Come on, lads! I'm sure we'll find somethin' on this ship…" A man yelled. I knew that this man was not from the Jolie Rouge, so I started shaking. The footsteps got closer and closer until…
He found me.
"Lookee here, lads! We've got ourselves a wench, 'aven't we? She's a might bit pretty, too! We'll 'ave ourselves lot o' fun, won't we, pretty?" The man was old, with only a few teeth and a beard. He was creepy-looking, but I'm sure that attributed to the lack of his proper health.
"N- no," I told them, pushing my voice up higher than normal. "P- please don't hurt me."
The man stared at me, as if trying to comprehend the simple sentence I had given them. "We'll not harm yeh… much," he told me. The four other men with him laughed.
The man grabbed my right arm, which was around my knees, and tried pulling me up. Unfortunately, he ended up pushing part of the sleeve up, and my tattoo showed, telling everyone who I was. The sea serpent curling around the sword that lay on my inner arm seemed to wink at them.
"You- you're Alice-" he stuttered. I rolled my eyes theatrically, an attribute I picked up from Hector.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am Alice O'Fury," I told the man, using my regular voice. I whistled, calling my crew out of hiding; a signal I used only if it didn't go according to plan.
Immediately, my crew ran out of their hiding places and held the five men at gun and or swordpoint.
"Did you look at the ship?" I asked my first mate, Lawrence.
"Aye, Captain." He shook his head. "There's nothing of value on there little rig." I saw a hint of a smile at the end.
I nodded to myself. "Well, if there's nothing else to be done… put them back on their ship and scupper it. Let's see what Davy Jones thinks of them. I smiled at the dead men walking.
"Captain, that was a bit closer than we wanted… wasn't it?" He asked me hesitantly as the other ship slowly sank to Davy Jones' Locker. I turned around to face Lawrence.
"It was fine. He went into shock when he saw the tattoo, which gave me plenty of time to call you guys. I was in no danger of getting hurt, and certainly no danger of getting raped." I paused to study his face. "Are you questioning my authority, Lawrence? I saved you from a shipwreck, and you question my doing as your compensation?" His eyes flickered from mine to the tattooed eagle on the left side of my collarbone; a sign of death in Celtic mythology.
"No, Captain. I'm merely saying it could have taken a wrong-"
"Captain O'Fury!" yelled the navigator, James. "We've reached the ten-mile mark from London!"
"Thank ye, James. When we reach the five-mile mark, hoist the colors. Make sure its the right colors; we don't need them knowing now." I turned back to Lawrence and leaned towards him. He leaned back a little. "Remember your place, Lawrence. I'm sure the second-mate would gladly take your place." I then traveled to my cabin, where I dismissed myself of my awful dress, and into the normal dress I wore. The other dress promptly flew out the window.
yea, I realize it's not the most creative ending for chapter one, but it's pretty good considering. I've also finished chapter two, but I don't think I'll upload that until I write chapter three. I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, only Alice O'Fury :P
And it's going to be split into three parts: Pre DMC is Paying Off My Soul, DMC and AWE is Tough Times, and OST and after is Standing Strong :)