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It was beginning to grow dark when a very feminine face, hidden in straggling brown locks, and a body shrouded in varying degrees of dirty brown shirt, breeches and jacket emerged from a broken down warehouse somewhere on the edge of a fishing village on one of the larger islands somewhere in the Caribbean. The feminine faced one didn't really know – or care for that matter – just where the island was. It was a short, or long, walk to where it was staying, it all depended.
Today, the walk was quite long. Feminine face had seen a cove on one of the even longer walks it had taken another day with some rather promising caves in which to weather the on coming storm. Being relatively new to the sea and island life, it seemed oblivious to the knowledge that caves at sea level during a storm were not just shelter from rain. It was also a magnet for swelling tides, battering waves and mighty swirling currents that had the tendency to awaken with a vengeance in weather conditions such as what was to come.
Another hour or two had elapsed – or so it seemed to the feminine faced one – before it gave up any hope of being able to stay 'safe and dry' in the cave as it had first thought. Better to brave the wind and rain on land than stay in the cave at the mercy of the relentless waves. It knew no other way out than to climb out, trying to stay as high above the waves as was possible on the low cave walls.
Only a few feet from success it clung to the cliff, hair plastered to its thin cheeks by the rain, and some whipping around in the wild wind, shirt ripped and billowing. Already out of the cave and almost within reach of the top of the rock that, with a suddenly huge swell, the water rose, and with a flash of lightning, swept feminine face into the swirling blue depths of the merciless ocean. Even the wail uttered was lost in the deafening howl of the gale.
A little further down the coast, in a ditch below the main road used to traverse the island between plantations and the few villages, there could be seen a number of dark figures standing in the rain. Smiles, an alien looking expression to their gaunt and scarred features, appeared on their despairing faces. Some could remember storms like this in the old land – other could not – it did not really matter. All could feel the freedom the wind was blowing in, the rain on their faces washing away their troubles. It could be described as 'good', the feeling the storm brought, but as lightning flashed, illuminating the faces of these figures, nothing could be described as good about their existence. Their lives were counted as less than that of flees on the back of the worst cow in a herd. As the wild wind whipped sodden brown, tangled locks around their heads, many a life was voluntarily cast into the unforgiving, yet unprejudiced raging waves of the deep blue.
There was the usual sudden, unexpected cloud break and sunshine as the wild storm drew to an end. A lone ship, somewhat understandably bedraggled after the nights raging gale, was to be seen sailing in the waters somewhere where the mid Atlantic became the Caribbean Sea. The crew, exhausted from the long night, began to collapse below deck to catch up on lost sleep, leaving only a minimal few on deck.
The captain, on the other hand, stood tall and alert – well… alertish at any rate – at the helm, arms idly playing with the wooden knobs (minds out of the gutters now dearies :p). It was to be a fine day, he thought happily, checking the bearings to make sure they sailed on the correct course. Under his breath, a faint song could be heard – something about eggs – and as he seemed to finish, he snapped the compass closed and grinned, as though he had come to a decision about something.
"Men!" he shouted, one arms on the whell, the other in the air in a drunken sort of gesture, accentuating all his words. " I have the urge for a bit of fun!" To this, those on deck – very few as mentioned before – cheered. "So, to celebrate the Pearls most illustrious escape though the storm, what say you we make a nice call into Tortuga after we take a quick peek in at Port Royal to pick up some baggage?" There was less of a cheer this time. Although all looked forward to a call into the pirate haven that was Tortuga, no one really relished any visit to a military town like Port Royal. They knew jack wasn't stupid, but even he could not always escape the noose.
The captain nodded to himself, knowing that the crew would be even more co-operative and faster than normal in Port Royal if they knew there was a treat at the end of it. He turned back to staring at the horizon, and pulled out his telescope from his pocket (really, get them OUT of the gutter! You'll get mud all over your face!!). As the captain put it to his face, with a lopsided smile, a quiet song could be heard coming form his lips.
'Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!'
A/N sorry its short, I'm not good at long chapters, but this took me ages coz I'm trying to make it good, and stick tot he characters, plus I was researching general pirate like bahviour – ok, ok I was reading a book, going on one web site and watching the below deck feature on the dvd, but its better than nothing. I don't know how long it will take me to write the next chapter, but if you really want it review or email loads so I keep eing reminded to!