Disclaimer: I've said it before and I'll say it again.I still don't own
Pirates of the Caribbean or anything pertaining to it. But I do own Gianna
and some additional characters.
As expected, Victoria was immediately whisked off in another direction by a group of young men and boys vying for her affections. So Gianna took off in another direction, which just happened to be the one towards her ship. But before she stepped out the door, something caught her attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people cheering and yelling at something that lay in the middle of their circle.
Probably just a brawl, She thought, and dismissed the notion of heading over.
But she found she couldn't leave. There was just a small part of her that was compelled to travel in that direction. She was annoyed now. There must be something over there that fate needed her to see. But she couldn't understand why.
There are tons of brawls every day in this sad excuse for a town, she thought, but traveled in that direction despite her mind's logic.
As she waltzed across the floorboards she saw the female pirates that were relatively rare here in the Caribbean. They looked like men and acted like men. Gianna had nothing against those girls, and she could even identify with them. But she thought it was necessary that she maintain at least some of her femininity. She wore her hair down, took baths daily, and wouldn't allow the crew anywhere near her quarters. She even wore dresses, although they were cut at the knee for easy movement.
She pushed through the crowd surrounding the spectacle, and found something much worse than she had expected. It was four on one. And the "one" happened to be unconscious. The man who was unconscious lay on the ground as people took turns slicing his hands with daggers, delivering fierce punches to his stomach, and tearing his clothes.
All of this terrible action angered Gianna deeply. She yanked her sword from its scabbard and leapt into the fray.
"No one dare touch him again!" She shrieked, "The man who does gets better acquainted with my blade!" Gianna brandished her sword ominously.
As she expected, people listened. She saw her quartermaster, Alan Berry, and summoned him.
"Take this man to the Vesuvius and have Pius treat his wounds!" I'll deal with him later, Gianna thought, and stalked off to find Victoria.
Author's Note
Yay! The second chapter is done. Please review my story, just so I don't stray off the path my readers like! I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, possibly tomorrow or Wednesday ~Lady Cyann~
As expected, Victoria was immediately whisked off in another direction by a group of young men and boys vying for her affections. So Gianna took off in another direction, which just happened to be the one towards her ship. But before she stepped out the door, something caught her attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people cheering and yelling at something that lay in the middle of their circle.
Probably just a brawl, She thought, and dismissed the notion of heading over.
But she found she couldn't leave. There was just a small part of her that was compelled to travel in that direction. She was annoyed now. There must be something over there that fate needed her to see. But she couldn't understand why.
There are tons of brawls every day in this sad excuse for a town, she thought, but traveled in that direction despite her mind's logic.
As she waltzed across the floorboards she saw the female pirates that were relatively rare here in the Caribbean. They looked like men and acted like men. Gianna had nothing against those girls, and she could even identify with them. But she thought it was necessary that she maintain at least some of her femininity. She wore her hair down, took baths daily, and wouldn't allow the crew anywhere near her quarters. She even wore dresses, although they were cut at the knee for easy movement.
She pushed through the crowd surrounding the spectacle, and found something much worse than she had expected. It was four on one. And the "one" happened to be unconscious. The man who was unconscious lay on the ground as people took turns slicing his hands with daggers, delivering fierce punches to his stomach, and tearing his clothes.
All of this terrible action angered Gianna deeply. She yanked her sword from its scabbard and leapt into the fray.
"No one dare touch him again!" She shrieked, "The man who does gets better acquainted with my blade!" Gianna brandished her sword ominously.
As she expected, people listened. She saw her quartermaster, Alan Berry, and summoned him.
"Take this man to the Vesuvius and have Pius treat his wounds!" I'll deal with him later, Gianna thought, and stalked off to find Victoria.
Author's Note
Yay! The second chapter is done. Please review my story, just so I don't stray off the path my readers like! I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, possibly tomorrow or Wednesday ~Lady Cyann~