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I'm sorry! I know I must've died or something, but I didn't! My computer did instead. Anyways, I've been taking a Creative Writing Class, and I've learnt many things from it. So hopefully, my writing has achieved higher standards… Or whatever. XD! Anyways, hope you enjoy ;3!
Enter Dean Winchester and Alex Colt!
Dean crossed out several of islands on the map that one of his cabin boys smuggled in a previous port. He placed his quill pen to the side.
"20 islands and still no damn treasure." Dean groaned as he sat back in his dark grass satin throne. Crossing his shined leather boots on top of the large desk, he stared into the wholes dug into the ceiling. Captain of the mighty Chevy Impala, hundreds of miles away from Lucifer's Grotto, hadn't plundered any ships or islands to show his Father. That will surely disappoint John. Dean ran his fingers through his short hair, as he thought of many ways to smuggled Sam's treasures. A knocked disturbed the man's devil thoughts and Castiel filed in. Dean looked at his first mate with questioning eyes asking, "Cas, what is it? Is the crew done loadin' the ship?"
"No Captain." Castiel shook his head and continued, "A captain is requesting your presence."
"Is it my father or kin?" Cas shook his head once more, grimacing. "It's Gordon, Captain, your used to be first mate."
"That scallywag formed a crew? After he abandoned us? This I have got to see." Dean stood up eagerly and walked out of his quarters, Castiel following him, onto the rotten pier. Gordon stood there, his hands behind his back trying to look superior and poised. He looked like a downsize version of Dean however. His 'captain' hat, looked like a dead animal spread across his bald head, enough said. He didn't even have a jacket! He succeeded in wanna-be Captain Category.
"Gordon! You cleaned up well." Dean grinned towards Gordon, as he smirked at the assumed compliment. "Not refined as you, Captain Dean."
So I've noticed. Dean thought. "Gordon, how's Captain doin' ye?" Gordon eyes flashed with excitement, pleasure, and with a hint a psycho.
"Mighty well, I've actually taken prisoners to Great Captains."
"Really now? Any recently?"
"Yes, a women captain at my very accomplishment." Dean's eyes glanced to a blooded red with a silver line circling the tall ship. He quickly looked back at Gordon and accused, "I don't believe you. I must see it for myself." Castiel widen his eyes towards Dean.
"I will gladly show you." Gordon's eyes flickered devious; it made the hairs on Castiel's neck stick up. Gordon led Dean onto his close to fine ship.
Most likely stolen. Dean thought, as he examined the ship. A large arched sail sat neatly on the middle part of the ship's deck. The front of the ship carved eloquently while the back seemed like a regular Gallon. He led them below deck, which wasn't as glamorous as up deck, and gave Dean a small key. Dean looked at him questioningly. "You're giving me a key to open the cellars?" Gordon shook his head and replied, "No, that key is to open my finest prize." He smirked and returned up deck.
"Captain, I don't trust him." Castiel finally commented.
"I don't either," Dean agreed, "That's why I want to see what crew he captured exactly." He opened the wooden door. Many faces started at him wide eyed, soon screaming and yelling went about. Dean tried to calm the crew down, becoming irritated himself.
"QUIET!" Castiel commanded, his calm voice suddenly booming. The crew stiffened and quieted down.
"Now," Dean walked forward, his boot's heels clicking again the rotten floor. "Where is your Captain?" The crew simultaneously pointed towards a door in the back.
"Thank you." He walked towards the door unlocking it. "Cas, you're in charge." He said, before slipping into the room and shutting the door.
"Well," A voice sighed from inside the cell, "if it isn't the Great Dean Winchester, first son of the king." Dean trailed his eyes towards the petite, slender, figured that leaned against a pillar that seemed to shoot from the ground up.
"I had a good feeling he captured you, Alex colt." Dean's green eyes smirked at her nonchalant blues as she emerged from the dark. Her mouth grinned across her creamy beige skin.
"How'd ye guess?" My excellent fighting strategies implanted on his boat?" She asked, placing a hand on her small velvet corset. Dean shook his head and pointed towards outside.
"Your ship is docked just outside."
"That bastard for touching my ship!" Her soft blue eyes turning into snakes.
"I expect a Thank you after this." He said, as he went to rip off the lock. Alex slapped his hand away with a thin board.
"And I expect ye to respect my title of Pirate Lord and let me get out of this plunder on my own." Dean rubbed his hand, glaring towards her.
"Fine, be the 'hero' again!" Dean said. Alex grinned and commented, "Always, even since we were kiddies." Dean grimaced at the memories faded in.
22 Years Ago.
"Father!" A small boy around the age of 8 years ran to his father as he ready to depart. "Take me with you!" His father kneeled down to his height to face him.
"I cannot." He placed his hand on the boy's soft cheek, trying to soothe him. "Why not?" The child pleaded, his earthy eyes swelled with tears.
"You are not old enough for the covenant. And you promised me you'd watch over Sammy." Dean grimaced as he and John turned their attention to the 5 year old child. The tiny toddler sprinted and galloped around the ship, running from one of the cabin mates, missing a hat that appeared to be in Sam's hand. Sam looked towards his brother and father, his hazel eyes filled with delight, and waved, then quickly running once more. Dean looked back at his father.
"Don't leave me here with HIM!" Dean said, as his small kin grabbed onto his arm, using it as a swing. John went to comment, until he heard a hard voice from behind.
"John, we must not be late." John turned around, looking up at a freakishly tall man. John stood up, not meeting close to the standards of the gigantic man.
"Jim! Taller than usual are we?" Jim only shrugged. A tiny face popped slightly away from Jim's calf. John looked down at the petite face, with a smile.
"Is this Briella?" She curtsied shyly. John bowed and introduced his sons. Dean bowed and Sam waved, before bowing quickly. Briella giggled and waved back.
"Shall we depart?" John asked.
"We shall." Jim looked down at his daughter, urging her to follow, before walking down the board. She followed sadly.
"Bye Bri!" Sam waved towards her again. She looked back and chimed, "Bye Sammy!" He grinned and she giggled again. John ruffled both of the boys' hair. "Be good." He said, before departing.
An hour later, Sam watched bored as Dean practiced his sword fighting skills. He wasn't really good, Sam thought, then shaking his head remembering when Dean fell on his tush a couple of practices ago. The crew mocked him a good fortnight or so. A tiny rock then smashed against the back of his head.
"Owie!" He cried as he crawled behind his brother's legs. "Something hit me!" Dean rolled his eyes at his younger brother but decided to play along. He swung his sword at the rock, walking slowly towards it.
"Who goes there?" Dean asked loudly, before another rock hit him in the face. He frowned and looked over the railing.
"Get down here you Lily-livered!" a lass yelled. Her aqua blues flaring with excitement.
"Aren't you supposed to stay on ye own boat, Alex?" Sam jumped up on a box, looking over the railing.
"And be a cabin boy to the likes of ye? Never! Come! Pillage with us, unless ye too scared."
"No, and us?"
"Come, or the lassie gets it!" She pulled a small child from behind her.
"Alex! You promised I wouldn't be the one!" Bri cried.
"I lied, is what we villains do." Alex laughed evilly, taking off downs the pier with Bri in her arms.
"Bri!" Sam cried, jumping off the box and running off the boat.
"Sam!" Dean groaned and followed his brother.Present Day
"I seem to recall ye always played the villain."
"I lie," She said, "is what I do." She shrugged, like nothing's changed. "Now, Lily-liver, did you just come here to be my savoir?"
"No, I wanted to ask, how in the Davy Jones's locker, a chum bucket like Gordon captured ye?"
"He cheated." Dean gave her a look.
"That's what you said when we were kids."
"Not that type. Do you know about Black Magic?" Alex walked to a heavy shadowed corner of her cell.
"Aye, urban legend my father used to tell me." Alex came back with a fairly long, thick wooden ore.
"I thought the same but," She shoved the ore into the ground below the cage. "I've been listening to Captains across the seven seas, and they've been hearing rumors of Captains, such as Gordon, using black magic in battles."
"They're just rumors."
"Again, what I thought until Captain Gordon used it on me during a sword fight."
"Really now?" Dean crossed his arms over his black long-sleeved shirt. "How'd he exactly 'use' black magic on you?" Dean raised a sculpted brow at her.
"He came upon my ship, arrogant scallywag, Lily-livered, of the Seven Seas, we sword fight, just as I was about to call my victory, he jumped back and did some voodoo things with his hands." She made a gesture demonstrating. "Next thing I knew, I was on that very bed." She pointed towards a fine bed. It wasn't made of hay, just a mattress, and a few sheets, with a pillow! Gordon was either clearly attracted to her, or ran out of space. Dean raised an eyebrow at her once more.
"If ye think I'm crazy, then ask him ye self. He awfully seems fond of ye." She said, putting a leg on the ore.
"If ye must insist," he shrugged, "have fun getting out." As he left he heard her reply, "Ye know I will." He chuckled lightly before shutting the door and joining Castiel.
"How is the crew?"
"Talkative, they seem to want to get revenge on Gordon and his 'crew'."
"Seems reasonable, I see that they've got their ores out." Dean said, as he started to walk out. Castiel looked at him questionably but brushed it off and follow him. "Good luck Crew." Dean said before walking back up the deck and towards the Captains quarters. Castiel locked the door already and followed Dean, wondering what his Captain was going to do next. Dean threw the doors open and walked in. Gordon looked at him, slightly angered with a bit a shock.
"Problem Captain Dean?" He asked, putting down his papers.
"How did you exactly capture Alexandra Colt's crew?" Dean asked straight forward.
"So ye knew the woman?"
"Yes, answer me question."
"You're not going to believe me whether I tell ye or not." Dean pulled out his sword from its sheath and pressed it against Gordon's tanned beige skin.
"Try me." Dean said, feeling Gordon's gulp.
"I used black magic! Ye fool!" Gordon pulled out his sword and swung at Dean's. Dean quickly counter attacked him and Gordon's face met the wooden floor.
"Black magic or not, Captain Gordon," Dean bent down slightly. "ye still a Lily-livered." Gordon mumbled a few choice words at Dean.
"And by the way," Dean also added, "Ye cargo is getting away." Both heard as Alex's crew escaped their cells and ran up deck. Gordon squirmed, before Dean knocked him out. He sheathed his sword and turn around on his heel.
"Come Castiel, we have no further business here." Dean said as he walked out of the quarters. Castiel bowed and followed him, with a somewhat of a joy to his walk. Dean and Castiel both watch as Alex's crew cleaned out Gordon's ship, it was simply hilarious. As they walked down to the pier, Alex stood there, watching her crew, and secretly Dean.
"I see ye gotten out."
"Told ye." Alex smirked at Dean as he passed by her. "Hope to see you at the Covenant meeting Dean." Dean only shrugged in response as he boarded his own ship.
A/N: Yes! Finally done with this! It took forever! Like really! Hopefully I get on my mom's laptop soon, and write the third chapter down : P! Until then, ADIOS!
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