A/N: After this Chapter it gets hard...
Chapter one: Flames
Cold black eyes looked out toward the broken Dane slumped against the mast.
"How long has it been, Thump?" Captain Spane, said looking at the finally sober first mate.
"Four days. She only sips water and nibbles at the bread. I think you broke her, the grizzly man said.
Captain Spane smiled, like serpent before a strike. He was not the picture of a pirate, clean-shaven, and never drunk. He brought fear into his crewmembers, and all those 'not faithful'.
"Take her down, and she shouldn't be anymore trouble."
Dane was finally release and her pistol was thrown into her. She sputtered form the lack of breath and looked up. Too much sun made her fan was tan, bringing out the blue of her eyes.
Someone kicked her side, and she rolled over in pain. Her sprit lay broken, and the others were now stepping on it
She clutched her pistol to her chest as the others kicked, punched and beat her. No tears fell from her cheeks as she hoped they left her alone.
"Ha! The Robin isn't so tough after all. She's just like that whelp of a mother!"
Something, still alive in Dane's broken crushed sprit, heard that and it started the fire. The spark in Dane's eyes returned and the next kicked aimed at her, she grabbed.
She scowled at the pirate then smiled smugly, She twisted his foot and flipped him on his side. Stepping on him, she wrenched his sword out of his belt and sliced the slide of Thump face. She hit swords with another pirate and kicked him. Getting her balance she ran down the side of the ship, the others at her heels.
Shoving her pistols into her belt, she dropped the sword and climbed up the rigging as fast as she could. Bare foot, after tender bare foot, slipped into the rigging. Once to a spot she could stand firmly she looked over the ocean.
Here lay her peace; here lay that small part of her that her mother had taken with her when she died. The salty breeze blew her hair into her face, and gently softened the fires of her new sprit, but not enough.
She looked back to the boat where she could see Captain Spane. Her eyes narrowed,
"I'm leaving now Captain, but I'll be back, and you'll regret the day you let me go."
With one mock salute she dived into the water, the gem she wore flashed briefly, before she hit the waves.
Thump smiled stupidly, "Captain, she won't last out there, she only has a few bite of food in her stomach."
Captain shook his head, "No...She'll make it. She has something else. Hatred. It's do her. We're only a mile from Tortuga." He smiled and stroked his red beard, "She will..."
A body lay among the seaweed and drift wood. Thick matted hair lay over her face. Her clothes were torn and salty from the waves. Something gleamed from around her neck, and her hand gripped the end tightly.
Two pistols, heaven sent by her enemies still stayed tucked into her belt, but she was in Tortuga...and she was alive.
"Mercy..." escaped her parched lip, in only a horse call, but the men coming down the beach heard it.
Yes, She was alive, and Free...
Chapter one: Flames
Cold black eyes looked out toward the broken Dane slumped against the mast.
"How long has it been, Thump?" Captain Spane, said looking at the finally sober first mate.
"Four days. She only sips water and nibbles at the bread. I think you broke her, the grizzly man said.
Captain Spane smiled, like serpent before a strike. He was not the picture of a pirate, clean-shaven, and never drunk. He brought fear into his crewmembers, and all those 'not faithful'.
"Take her down, and she shouldn't be anymore trouble."
Dane was finally release and her pistol was thrown into her. She sputtered form the lack of breath and looked up. Too much sun made her fan was tan, bringing out the blue of her eyes.
Someone kicked her side, and she rolled over in pain. Her sprit lay broken, and the others were now stepping on it
She clutched her pistol to her chest as the others kicked, punched and beat her. No tears fell from her cheeks as she hoped they left her alone.
"Ha! The Robin isn't so tough after all. She's just like that whelp of a mother!"
Something, still alive in Dane's broken crushed sprit, heard that and it started the fire. The spark in Dane's eyes returned and the next kicked aimed at her, she grabbed.
She scowled at the pirate then smiled smugly, She twisted his foot and flipped him on his side. Stepping on him, she wrenched his sword out of his belt and sliced the slide of Thump face. She hit swords with another pirate and kicked him. Getting her balance she ran down the side of the ship, the others at her heels.
Shoving her pistols into her belt, she dropped the sword and climbed up the rigging as fast as she could. Bare foot, after tender bare foot, slipped into the rigging. Once to a spot she could stand firmly she looked over the ocean.
Here lay her peace; here lay that small part of her that her mother had taken with her when she died. The salty breeze blew her hair into her face, and gently softened the fires of her new sprit, but not enough.
She looked back to the boat where she could see Captain Spane. Her eyes narrowed,
"I'm leaving now Captain, but I'll be back, and you'll regret the day you let me go."
With one mock salute she dived into the water, the gem she wore flashed briefly, before she hit the waves.
Thump smiled stupidly, "Captain, she won't last out there, she only has a few bite of food in her stomach."
Captain shook his head, "No...She'll make it. She has something else. Hatred. It's do her. We're only a mile from Tortuga." He smiled and stroked his red beard, "She will..."
A body lay among the seaweed and drift wood. Thick matted hair lay over her face. Her clothes were torn and salty from the waves. Something gleamed from around her neck, and her hand gripped the end tightly.
Two pistols, heaven sent by her enemies still stayed tucked into her belt, but she was in Tortuga...and she was alive.
"Mercy..." escaped her parched lip, in only a horse call, but the men coming down the beach heard it.
Yes, She was alive, and Free...