The Captain
The waters of the Caribbean were still and the sails of all ships were flat and dragging. Captains all over the ocean cursed the winds for not blowing, the sun for shining, and the tide for slowing. It seemed that the three elements were working against them purposefully and with malice, trying to destroy the careers of pirates and soldiers alike. And no matter how much both cursed them, the sun kept beating and the wind kept failing. Many pirates, being as superstitious as they are, were convinced that it was a curse thrown upon them. And in a way it was, though they would never know whose fault the curse was nor would they ever know how it had been taken care of. A howling laughter set through the still air and waters, frightening such pirates and sending many overboard and shaking the many skeptics throughout the Caribbean. The laughter went on for minutes, getting louder and louder and more maniacal as it went. No one knew where it had come from, though several guesses were made. And after a few minutes of indulgence, Captain Barbossa quit his laughter and left the area, allowing the clouds to cover the sun, the tide to rise, and the wind to howl again.
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A small boat came into shore just a few miles from the fort of Port Royal where the wedding was being held. The boat carried one woman, though if anyone had asked, she would have said that she was carrying the boat rather than the other way around. Her tanned skin was covered in a light sweat from a combination of the suns' heat and the exertion from paddling with out any aid from the tide and wind. Her long, brown hair filled with scarlet colored beads and one piece of jade, stuck to her skin, as did her clothing.
As she touched the shore, the woman jumped up and out of the boat, throwing the oars into it. She took nothing with her except the clothes she wore the sword and gun that hung from her belt, and a small pouch of coins that she kept in her pocket. Her blue-gray eyes scanned the horizon, trying to find out where she was, as she walked up the deserted beach into what looked like the main town.
An extremely tall, gray building stood before her and she quickly realized it was the town's fort. She decided to head up that way, knowing that every navy in the Caribbean would be out stopping those pirate wars way off coast; hopefully this one hadn't left anyone behind to get in her way. It looked promising enough from where she stood.
Five minutes later she was standing a-top that same building looking down toward the ocean for any ships that might be available. She'd gathered little information since leaving her boat. She was on an island that she'd heard of before once or twice, a place she knew enough about to know that it was not the place for a pirate captain to take up, at least not for very long. The town she was in was called Port Royal, and thankfully their entire navy was indeed out battling "those vicious pirates" as the old woman standing outside the fort had put it. After a little questioning, the little old woman had also told her that the governor's daughter was getting married at the fort today, though that was hardly anything of consequence.
"Weddings? I love weddings!" came a soft voice from behind her. The piratess swung around, recognizing the voice, but quickly turned the other way. "What are you thinking girl? This is no time to be hearing voices and certainly no place to be thinking about a dead pirate." She whispered to herself, gazing out at the ocean again. How on earth was she going to find a boat and crew here, of all places in the Caribbean? Well, it certainly wasn't going to happen if she just stood here watching the sea, now was it?
She looked out at the ocean just one more time, still not seeing any ships worth even a seconds' glance, and left the spot. She climbed down the stairs carefully, glancing all about her for any sudden appearances of guards or anything, and not seeing any, reached the bottom of the fort. Just as she was about to walk back into the main town, she heard a gunshot go off behind her. Thinking that a guard must have spotted her, she began to run in the opposite direction, right up a hill to what seemed to be a large forested area; the perfect place to hide.
She rushed up the hill, all the way to the top, not even bothering to look back, though she knew early on that there was no one following her. The shot had gone off at the fort, and whoever had fired it had stayed there. Reflecting upon the situation, she didn't even know if the shot had been fired toward her. Perhaps it was some sort of odd wedding ritual they had in this area?
It didn't really matter, though. As she neared the top of the hill, she saw a large house pop seemingly out of nowhere. Immediately she rushed behind a small bush on the path she had been taking worried about being spotted and shot. She looked around carefully and, sure enough, there were two women walking into the house, not too far ahead of her. They didn't look dangerous, but in a town of "normies" (a demeaning term used by pirates in reference to all non-pirate people) if there were women around there were bound to be several more men and most of them were probably armed. From the looks of the house someone very important lived there. For one it was on top of the largest hill on the island, overlooking the entire thing and most of the surrounding ocean. Secondly, it was quite a bit bigger and fancier than any other building in the town was; most of the others being quite small and falling apart. Finally, the two women now walking into the mansion were obviously maids and the person opening the door for them was surely a butler. Yes, this was certainly the house of that governor whose daughter was getting married down at the fort and she knew that if she didn't get herself out of there quickly one of the governor's servants or guards would have her killed.
She ran quickly across the yard, the second the door had been closed. It wasn't that she was afraid of death, not at all in fact, nor did she have much to live for at this point. The reason she ran was because of the idea that a famous captain, such as herself, would have to suffer the dishonor of dying on land, killed by a governor's minion. She scoffed at the idea as she ran, keeping herself from view of any of the windows. Once on the other side of the mansion, and hidden fairly well within the forest, she slowed her pace to a walk and made her way to its end, a drop-off waterfall into the ocean.
The waters of the Caribbean were still and the sails of all ships were flat and dragging. Captains all over the ocean cursed the winds for not blowing, the sun for shining, and the tide for slowing. It seemed that the three elements were working against them purposefully and with malice, trying to destroy the careers of pirates and soldiers alike. And no matter how much both cursed them, the sun kept beating and the wind kept failing. Many pirates, being as superstitious as they are, were convinced that it was a curse thrown upon them. And in a way it was, though they would never know whose fault the curse was nor would they ever know how it had been taken care of. A howling laughter set through the still air and waters, frightening such pirates and sending many overboard and shaking the many skeptics throughout the Caribbean. The laughter went on for minutes, getting louder and louder and more maniacal as it went. No one knew where it had come from, though several guesses were made. And after a few minutes of indulgence, Captain Barbossa quit his laughter and left the area, allowing the clouds to cover the sun, the tide to rise, and the wind to howl again.
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A small boat came into shore just a few miles from the fort of Port Royal where the wedding was being held. The boat carried one woman, though if anyone had asked, she would have said that she was carrying the boat rather than the other way around. Her tanned skin was covered in a light sweat from a combination of the suns' heat and the exertion from paddling with out any aid from the tide and wind. Her long, brown hair filled with scarlet colored beads and one piece of jade, stuck to her skin, as did her clothing.
As she touched the shore, the woman jumped up and out of the boat, throwing the oars into it. She took nothing with her except the clothes she wore the sword and gun that hung from her belt, and a small pouch of coins that she kept in her pocket. Her blue-gray eyes scanned the horizon, trying to find out where she was, as she walked up the deserted beach into what looked like the main town.
An extremely tall, gray building stood before her and she quickly realized it was the town's fort. She decided to head up that way, knowing that every navy in the Caribbean would be out stopping those pirate wars way off coast; hopefully this one hadn't left anyone behind to get in her way. It looked promising enough from where she stood.
Five minutes later she was standing a-top that same building looking down toward the ocean for any ships that might be available. She'd gathered little information since leaving her boat. She was on an island that she'd heard of before once or twice, a place she knew enough about to know that it was not the place for a pirate captain to take up, at least not for very long. The town she was in was called Port Royal, and thankfully their entire navy was indeed out battling "those vicious pirates" as the old woman standing outside the fort had put it. After a little questioning, the little old woman had also told her that the governor's daughter was getting married at the fort today, though that was hardly anything of consequence.
"Weddings? I love weddings!" came a soft voice from behind her. The piratess swung around, recognizing the voice, but quickly turned the other way. "What are you thinking girl? This is no time to be hearing voices and certainly no place to be thinking about a dead pirate." She whispered to herself, gazing out at the ocean again. How on earth was she going to find a boat and crew here, of all places in the Caribbean? Well, it certainly wasn't going to happen if she just stood here watching the sea, now was it?
She looked out at the ocean just one more time, still not seeing any ships worth even a seconds' glance, and left the spot. She climbed down the stairs carefully, glancing all about her for any sudden appearances of guards or anything, and not seeing any, reached the bottom of the fort. Just as she was about to walk back into the main town, she heard a gunshot go off behind her. Thinking that a guard must have spotted her, she began to run in the opposite direction, right up a hill to what seemed to be a large forested area; the perfect place to hide.
She rushed up the hill, all the way to the top, not even bothering to look back, though she knew early on that there was no one following her. The shot had gone off at the fort, and whoever had fired it had stayed there. Reflecting upon the situation, she didn't even know if the shot had been fired toward her. Perhaps it was some sort of odd wedding ritual they had in this area?
It didn't really matter, though. As she neared the top of the hill, she saw a large house pop seemingly out of nowhere. Immediately she rushed behind a small bush on the path she had been taking worried about being spotted and shot. She looked around carefully and, sure enough, there were two women walking into the house, not too far ahead of her. They didn't look dangerous, but in a town of "normies" (a demeaning term used by pirates in reference to all non-pirate people) if there were women around there were bound to be several more men and most of them were probably armed. From the looks of the house someone very important lived there. For one it was on top of the largest hill on the island, overlooking the entire thing and most of the surrounding ocean. Secondly, it was quite a bit bigger and fancier than any other building in the town was; most of the others being quite small and falling apart. Finally, the two women now walking into the mansion were obviously maids and the person opening the door for them was surely a butler. Yes, this was certainly the house of that governor whose daughter was getting married down at the fort and she knew that if she didn't get herself out of there quickly one of the governor's servants or guards would have her killed.
She ran quickly across the yard, the second the door had been closed. It wasn't that she was afraid of death, not at all in fact, nor did she have much to live for at this point. The reason she ran was because of the idea that a famous captain, such as herself, would have to suffer the dishonor of dying on land, killed by a governor's minion. She scoffed at the idea as she ran, keeping herself from view of any of the windows. Once on the other side of the mansion, and hidden fairly well within the forest, she slowed her pace to a walk and made her way to its end, a drop-off waterfall into the ocean.