Maene Lara Carter
Just so you know, Maene is pronounced Main, or Mane. This fanfic is merely how PotC would have been had I added my own character. You see, I couldn't bring myself to drastically change anything about the movie, it is so incredibly wonderful as it is. But I did wonder, however, wonder what it would have been like for another character (not so unlike Jack…in the sense that she's a bit touched in the head…) to get dropped into the mix.
"The breeze is rough today…" Maene muttered under her breath quite often. "Hmmm…" Her dark eyes narrowed as they searched the harbor for any suspicious activity. "Mm…Nothing…" Just as every morning. Bloody pirates. What, did they think they were too good to raid her port? No, they were just smart. If she were in their position, she'd stay as far away from Port Royal as she possibly could.
Just then, a loud, obnoxious bunch of stylish, woo savvy girls sauntered past Maene's perch on the roof, trailed endlessly by a worshipful troop of hormone driven boys. Maene winced, squeezing her eyes shut, ready to block out the withering barrage of taunts that were sure to come a flooding as soon as they spotted her.
"OH! Would you look who it is! Maene Carter. And on the roof no less! How fitting." Carrie Shepard. Bloody wench.
"I wonder, do you suppose she'll try to fly?" Lora Pendent. Maene placed less blame on this poor misguided airhead.
"Well, fancy that! I can see right up her dress!" One of the mindless followers. She began to blush something terrible, but refrained from moving; even to keep her dignity…if one could call it such. But there wasn't need to fret. Carrie didn't take too kindly to this boy giving attention to some wench other than herself, much less Maene.
"Oh Terry, don't bother. There's nothing special hidden under that rag. Oops! My apologies. You consider that a dress, do you not? You must forgive my clumsiness, I forgot for a moment how utterly pathetic you are." That was the last straw.
Maene slowly lowered herself to the ground in front of Carrie. She waited until she was nose to nose with her tormentor; she waited until the opportune moment. The moment when the hateful glares emitted by the pair of girls could have melted stone. The moment when all of Carrie's counterparts had given up on anything exciting happening. At that moment, Maene Lara Carter took a stand for herself. She spit in the face of the enemy. While everyone was still in shock, Maene drew her sword (crafted by one of her dearest, and only friends, beautiful work it was…) and holding it to Carrie's throat, she led her to the edge of the dock.
"Look at it." Maene forced Carrie's head down to look at the water. She sheathed her sword, drew her gun and walked behind Carrie, the gun loaded, cocked, and aimed directly at the back of her skull. Maene leaned in to hiss in Carrie's ear, "Hope you can swim!" Maene drew back, and planted her foot on the small of Carrie's back in a firm, sort, send her off the end of the dock, kick. Maene smiled to herself, put away her gun and smugly suggested to the group of be muddled teenagers that they help their flailing friend out of the water. As they hurriedly followed her advice, she snuck off, skipping and whistling through the streets, hardly aware of the dark eyes watching her from below the bridge.