A/N: I apologize that I haven't update in such a long time. High School sucks ya know? Anyways most of you will probably skip this author's note and just go right on ahead to the story, but I'm going to ask again for you to read TheEvilTrafficCone, Writing Fairy, and Roonil Wazlib42's stories b/c they are my best friends and they all write really well!!! Alright well here's my next chapter, hope ya like it! Oh yeah and I realized Death Star was the name of the space ships in Star Wars, my bad. But it seems stupid to change the name now, but I will anyways. But there's my disclaimer for the name, K?
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, but all the abnormal character's are MINE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Jason was waiting just below the hill, eyeing the clothing I was wearing before coming up to actually meet my eyes.
"You're not going to wear that are you?" He asked, staring at the suitcase as well.
"No, I'm going to prance around the deck looking like I belong it a doll store." I replied sarcastically. "What do you think?"
Jason bit the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Well then, shall I escort you on the ship?"
The bastard just couldn't help himself. He started cracking up at the sight of me, slapping his knees as he went. I stalked away from him onto the ship, locking myself in my old cabin to change my clothes. Pulling on the old pirate garb without fear of someone noticing what I was wearing was a great feeling of relief. The black and green bandana that went around my head had strands of beads attatched at the end, just like Jack's. I had on a white shirt with a dark brown padded vest that went over it. The pants were a basic brown, but they wrapped around at my ankles. And finally I had black boots that laced up all the way, slightly over the pants.
I kicked the suitcase with all my dresses and such under a floorboard and sealed it up. No one would see those, no one would have any issues, or no one would make me throw them overboard. When I came out of the cabin the men were lined up in a single file order. Jason started out the line at the left, the laughter completely erased from his face. Neal was next, about half Jason's height with a full beard brown beard which he had braided into a pretzel and a single bead held it all together, but that was all the hair on his head/face. His topaz eyes reflected a bit of disappointment that he was to be giving up his position, but he smiled as I walked past.
Michael was beside Neal. He was a lot taller than everybody else, I had to actually tilt my head all the way up to see his face. His hair cut off just behind his ears and then went down in a 'v' shape. He was the wise-ass of the group, amusement that a woman would be ordering him around still had not faded from his emerald eyes. There were some new men that I didn't recognize, I needed to know if they would remain loyal.
"Jason?" I questioned. "What happened to Tyler, Rocko, and Bernard?"
"They quit Captain. Didn't like the way Neal ran the ship."
I rolled my eyes, pushing the other three idiots out of my mind. I turned to the first man, he measured up to my height, but his eyes showed all serious work and no goofing around.
"You sailor!" I barked at him, shrinking back a bit for a second, not used to giving the orders. "What is your name?"
"Anthony Captain!" He responded quickly, still standing as stiff as a board.
"And you!" I turned to the next pirate, getting slightly adjusted to the power.
"I be Dejan ma'am!"
I admired his spirit, his bronze eyes full of excitement as he waited eagerly to begin the journey. There was something about the final pirate that I didn't like though. Hatred burned through his dark eyes, he was glaring at me. I hate to admit it but he scared me quite a bit. I could be just because I wasn't adjusted yet, or because I wasn't sure if he was going to strangle me while I slept.
"And you." I held back the bitterness in my tone, trying to make it sound friendly and open.
"Orpheus." He said, still holding the glaring stare.
I turned my head slightly, trying to see if there was anything colorful or friendly about him. There wasn't. Dark clothes, hair, and eyes was all there was to him.
"Right then, now that we've all become aquainted I suggest we get this ship moving, what say you men?"
"Aye Captain!" Majority of them responded, all except Orpheus.
"All right then, let's get moving! Hoist those bloody sails before we have the entire navy after us!"
The men snapped to work right away, bustling themselves about the ship. I made my way up to the wheel, caressing each handle with the tip of my finger. I used to have them polish it a lot, but now it was scummy and covered with the aroma or rum. They had turned my ship into a garbage dump. Once I was back to my old self, this ship would sail the seas with pride, and not look like the bloody Flying Dutchman.
The Stella Di Morte slowly began to pull away from the port, the island disappearing as we went out to see. I prayed that Angelina and Boone weren't trying to get another glimpse of me on shore, that would be devestating. I would probably have to turn back and stay home.
Home...
Where the hell was home now? Was it the ship I had bought from a dock, along with the crew I had specifically hired, or was it Boone's enormous mansion, with all the maids and butlers waiting on me hand and foot? I wasn't sure. Jason tapping on my shoulder brought me from my thoughts and back to reality.
"Come with me."
"Neal, take the wheel!" I ordered before following Jason into the lower decks of the ship.
We stopped in the middle floor between rum storage and the cabins, when he handed me my old sword. Unlike everything else on the ship, my sword had been cleaned and taken care of. The long silver blade was attached to a gold handle that was embedded with diamonds. This was one big pain-in-this-ass to steal.
"Oh how I've missed holding this." I mumured, running my finger along the pointed edge.
Jason pulled his sword out of its shealth and tossed it back and fourth between his hands.
"Do you think you still have what it takes to pin me?" He asked with a small smile.
I attempted to repeat his actions, but when I tossed it to my left hand, I missed and it clattered to the floor. Blushing, I picked it up and held my old stance. One leg bent in front with the other twirled around to the back in a pointed arch. The sword was raised above my head and pointed toward the opponet.
"No, but let me try."
He didn't go easy, the badgered me around a lot until I fell onto my back with his sword tip at my throat.
"Pin."
He moved his sword away, offering his free hand. I took it so he could pull me to my feet. I returned to my fighting stance and then charged at him, our swords clashing in mid-air. He was stronger than I remembered, bending his sword down towards my neck. I kicked his legs and knocked him back, but he got right back up and charged me again.
After a few hours of this he had pinned me eleven times. We were panting, and I could barely stand.
"I guess...I was more out of shape...than I thought." I gasped, hands on my knees.
"You think?" He mocked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I'll get you evetually."
I stuck the sword in the shealth at my side, feeling somewhat proud of myself that I had at least managed to hold a fight for a few hours and not back down from it. I high-pitched scream suddenly rang in my ears from the top deck. My heart skipped three beats as I prayed it was just my imagination. But Jason had perked up, he heard it too.
I ran two steps at a time to the top deck and burst through the door. The men were crouched down in a circle around something...or someone.
"Stand aside." I ordered.
The crew backed away, and my heart nearly stopped. A small girl that looked like a porcelin doll had her knees drawn up to her chest, tears running down her beautiful face. Shit.
"Angelina..." I could barely breathe, my lungs were caving in on my chest.
She looked up at me, her tear-stained eyes widened in fear and surprise. I took a step forward and she back up against the railing. My heart lurched and pounded against my rib-cage. She either didn't recognize me or thought I wasn't her mother. Either way she was still terrified beyond belief.
"Get back to work." I managed to gasp out to the crew.
When they didn't move, Jason hissed something I didn't hear and they dispersed, murmuring something about me going soft. I crouched down by her, offering out my hand. Angelina stared at it, shifting her body away from it like it was going to sting her.
"Angelina it's me. Mommy."
She shook her head violently and buried her hands in her lap.
"My mummy is not a pirate." She sobbed, her little sides heaving in and out.
"Angelina...I know this is hard to understand, but I am your mummy."
She peeked up again as I pulled off the bandana and allowed the auburn hair to curl around my face. Her eyes (if possible) got wider as she finally recognized me. Like the ship was the plague, she got off the ground and crawled into my lap, buring her head in my chest.
"You're a pirate." She murmured, not looking up. It wasn't a question.
"I never wanted you to find out..." I replied softly, running a hand through her hair.
She was in such a state that I called Jason back over.
"Set a course back. I need to take Angelina home."
"But Captain..." He began.
"No!"
I looked down at Angelina with surprise. Her expression was hard, even through the shock she had just been through.
"When you were leaving the ships from the port were following." She whispered, as if it was a secret that she wasn't supposed to tell.
"Exactly why we can't go back." Jason agreed. "If we do they'll catch us."
"Yes? And what would I do if something happened?!" I demanded, shouting loudly. "Angelina is now at risk of dea- getting injured!"
"But even if we do take her back, if we do get caught they'll put her in an orphnage!" Jason shouted back.
I couldn't take it! I couldn't leave Angelina onboard the ship, but I couldn't take her back and risk her being raised by another family.
"I need to think about this." I murmured, carrying Angelina into the cabins.
I laid her down on a bed, covering her up with the warmest blanket.
"Now you take a nap, you've had a rough morning."
"Please don't take me home mummy." She yawned, trying to keep her eyes open.
I rubbed her forehead gently until she fell into a deep sleep. While she slept, I sat on the floor beside the bed, only thinking of one word over and over again in my mind.
No.
A/N: Ok so that's it for this chapter. I'm HOPING no one expected this coming, it would be a very good thing. Anyways I'm hoping I'll be able to update again soon. Fingers crossed. Anyways R&R!!
-16aqua
