Zelgadiss, Pirate Captain
In which Zelgadiss is a Pirate Captain, Amelia the annoying daughter of the
king of England, Zangulus the Captain of the guard out to catch Zelgadiss'
crew, Lina Zel's first mate, Xellos, the cook of Zel's ship, Fillia and
Sylphiel the barmaids at the tavern Zel's crew frequents ,and Gourry one of
Zel's crew . Author's friends all part of Zel's crew.
Legend:
****** -- Minor change (Different POV)
*-*-*-*-*-* --Major change (day, place)
^^^^^^^^^^^--Flash Back
Chapter One In which we find out whom every one is, that Prince Phil is scary and that
Sylphiel is obsessed with Gourry.
Zelgadiss looked out across the seemingly endless sea from the crow's nest on his ship, L-Sama. He sighed. They had been traveling across this endless expanse for three months now, and still no sight of the islands Xelloss' mother had told them about the last time they had been in England.
"OI!! ZEL!! GET DOWN HERE!!!"
He flinched at the sound of Lina's voice. She didn't have to yell that loudly, and she knew it. While he was on the crow's nest high above the deck of the ship, he had a very acute sense of hearing.
"I'm coming Lina." He called down, as he shimmied down the ropes and lay-ties (check up proper terminology). He smiled at Lina's astounded expression when he jumped down to the deck when he was still 15 feet in the air. It never failed to surprise her when he did that.
"Don't do that Zel! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She reprimanded him.
"Can I help it if I grew up on a ship and am extremely comfortable jumping from heights well over twice my own?" He grinned. Another thing she was always surprised about, even though she had been first mate on L-Sama for well over 5 years, was his courtly way of speaking and the fact that he never lost his native Irish accent. It was dampened slightly by many years away from his home soil, but it was still there, the balance to her distinctly American twang. "Now what was it that I was called down from my duties for?"
She glared at him for that. He always found a way to politely put whatever she had done, no matter how rude. "Xelloss says that dinner is served. And he says he hopes you like gruel."
"Gruel? Where did we get gruel? I thought we were still eating tack?" Zelgadiss grinned. No matter what their faithful cook always found ways to make something more appetizing than it sounded. It helped that Zel had picked him up at a high class restaurant in one of the ports they had stopped at. In fact every one of the member's of Zelgadiss' crew upon L- Sama hap been picked up at various ports in the world. Xelloss had joined from the city of Quebec along the Saint Laurent, Lina had sneaked on board in New York, Raven from Australia, Kiyone from Japan, Mur..well Mur had been found floating among a shipwreck off the coast of Africa. Gourry was the only one of the crew who had been with Zel from day one and still no- one knew where he came from, excepting Zel. Zelgadiss himself was originally from Ireland (as I believe has already been stated). The Red- headed Lina just continued to give him a death-glare.
"Come on. Xelloss is probably getting angry that you don't want any."
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Lina looked over at her captain as they headed below deck to see what concoction Xelloss had cooked up today. He wasn't tall, but he was lean which often gave the impression that he was; it also helped that he stood tall no matter what. He had white hair coming to just below his ears, longer than most self-respecting men wore it. The color of his hair often gave the impression that he was quite a bit older than he was. In reality he was only 20 or 21 at the most, Lina had never gotten him to actually say. He generally wore blue and grey clothes, and always wore a sash the same piercing grey-blue as his eyes. And always barefoot. Lina didn't think she had ever seen him wearing shoes, not even when they were in port. His contrast was Xelloss, who wore his blue-black hair flamboyantly long, to his shoulders, and always found a new outfit to wear, despite his rather limited wardrobe. Xelloss, no matter how many times Lina had tried to teach him other wise, still couldn't properly pronounce "th", and spoke with a French lilt. From time to time, Xelloss would speak in French, forgetting where he was temporarily and Zel was usually the only one who had any idea what he was saying. There was so much Zel hid from them...
"Ah! Miz Lina, M'sieur Zel! T'e dinerr is serrved!" Xelloss called out as he saw them come down the ladder into his 'Kitchen'. No matter how long he had been speaking English Xelloss always rolled the R's when he talked. "Today's spécialité iz Crrabs on tack!" Xelloss grinned his manic grin. "M'sieur Zel, I told you I'd find a way to do somet'ing interesting!"
Zelgadiss laughed, a rarely heard sound. "Indeed you did, Xelloss! Now, let's see if it tastes as good as it sounds!" He grabbed one of the morsels sitting on the plate and stuffed it -whole - into his mouth. "Ish goob!" He said, mouth full.
"Well, that's good enough for me!!" Lina said digging in.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Amelia paced the room nervously. It had been a week since Zangulus had gone off to look for those pirates they had been hearing about. Zangulus was the head of the guard.
"Miss Amelia, your father wishes your presence." Came a voice outside her door.
"Alright, tell him I'm coming Patty."
"Yes Miss." *-*-*-*-*-*
"Alright, we're going to need to restock on explosives and what-not, drink, food, and clothes -"
"OH YEA!!"
"Thank you, Lina. Anyways, we'll be making Port in Seiryuun -"
"Isn't that where the Royal family of England lives?"
"Sigh Yes Lina, it is. But that's the best place for-"
"SHOPPING!!"
"Sigh yes Lina. Now any disagreements? No? Right-ho, set sail for England!" *-*-*-*-*-*
Zangulus strode into the royal meeting room, where Prince Phil sat with his daughters, Amelia and Nahga.
"SIR!! We have reports of the pirate ship we have been searching for heading this way!!" He said as he neared the Prince and Princesses.
"Oh, dear!! What do you think they want, daddy? Do you think they're going to pillage and plunder and steal the women away?" The very naïve Amelia asked.
"OHOHOHOHOOHOHOO!!! Of course not, little Amelia! These are Professional Pirates! They are probably going to kidnap one of the princesses, us my dear, and ask for something in return for giving one of us back! OHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" Her older sister Nahga said.
"FEAR NOT, MY DEARS!!! THE FIST OF JUSTICE WILL STRIKE FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF THESE RUFFIANS!!!!" Prince Phil said, standing up and striking a very stupid pose.
"Of course daddy!"
*-*-*-*-*-*
Sylphiel rushed into the bar and looked around for her friend. "Oh, Fillia! Have you heard?" She called out as she saw the woman she was looking for. "Zelgadiss and his crew are coming back!"
"Eh? Zel and company are coming back? Well, that means we're gonna have a good week! Every one will want to see them! Wait 'till I tell Seamus!" And with that the tall blonde ran into the kitchen yelling for Seamus, the Bar's owner.
"Sigh It'll be good to see my Gourry-dear, again..." *-*-*-*-*-*
End Chapter 1
Notes: Well? How do you like it? It's gonna be a hard fic to write because I've got Xelloss with a French accent, Zelgadiss as an Irishman, Lina as an American, and Gourry, well, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but he's German. I also have no idea what era this is......... probably about the same era as POTC. I haven't really thought up much of a plot either.it's just gonna be mostly Zel's crew being chased by that of Zangulus. I'm taking some liberties with Zel's hair color, and with the ethnic origins of the crew.
Zel's crew . Author's friends all part of Zel's crew.
Legend:
****** -- Minor change (Different POV)
*-*-*-*-*-* --Major change (day, place)
^^^^^^^^^^^--Flash Back
Chapter One In which we find out whom every one is, that Prince Phil is scary and that
Sylphiel is obsessed with Gourry.
Zelgadiss looked out across the seemingly endless sea from the crow's nest on his ship, L-Sama. He sighed. They had been traveling across this endless expanse for three months now, and still no sight of the islands Xelloss' mother had told them about the last time they had been in England.
"OI!! ZEL!! GET DOWN HERE!!!"
He flinched at the sound of Lina's voice. She didn't have to yell that loudly, and she knew it. While he was on the crow's nest high above the deck of the ship, he had a very acute sense of hearing.
"I'm coming Lina." He called down, as he shimmied down the ropes and lay-ties (check up proper terminology). He smiled at Lina's astounded expression when he jumped down to the deck when he was still 15 feet in the air. It never failed to surprise her when he did that.
"Don't do that Zel! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She reprimanded him.
"Can I help it if I grew up on a ship and am extremely comfortable jumping from heights well over twice my own?" He grinned. Another thing she was always surprised about, even though she had been first mate on L-Sama for well over 5 years, was his courtly way of speaking and the fact that he never lost his native Irish accent. It was dampened slightly by many years away from his home soil, but it was still there, the balance to her distinctly American twang. "Now what was it that I was called down from my duties for?"
She glared at him for that. He always found a way to politely put whatever she had done, no matter how rude. "Xelloss says that dinner is served. And he says he hopes you like gruel."
"Gruel? Where did we get gruel? I thought we were still eating tack?" Zelgadiss grinned. No matter what their faithful cook always found ways to make something more appetizing than it sounded. It helped that Zel had picked him up at a high class restaurant in one of the ports they had stopped at. In fact every one of the member's of Zelgadiss' crew upon L- Sama hap been picked up at various ports in the world. Xelloss had joined from the city of Quebec along the Saint Laurent, Lina had sneaked on board in New York, Raven from Australia, Kiyone from Japan, Mur..well Mur had been found floating among a shipwreck off the coast of Africa. Gourry was the only one of the crew who had been with Zel from day one and still no- one knew where he came from, excepting Zel. Zelgadiss himself was originally from Ireland (as I believe has already been stated). The Red- headed Lina just continued to give him a death-glare.
"Come on. Xelloss is probably getting angry that you don't want any."
******
Lina looked over at her captain as they headed below deck to see what concoction Xelloss had cooked up today. He wasn't tall, but he was lean which often gave the impression that he was; it also helped that he stood tall no matter what. He had white hair coming to just below his ears, longer than most self-respecting men wore it. The color of his hair often gave the impression that he was quite a bit older than he was. In reality he was only 20 or 21 at the most, Lina had never gotten him to actually say. He generally wore blue and grey clothes, and always wore a sash the same piercing grey-blue as his eyes. And always barefoot. Lina didn't think she had ever seen him wearing shoes, not even when they were in port. His contrast was Xelloss, who wore his blue-black hair flamboyantly long, to his shoulders, and always found a new outfit to wear, despite his rather limited wardrobe. Xelloss, no matter how many times Lina had tried to teach him other wise, still couldn't properly pronounce "th", and spoke with a French lilt. From time to time, Xelloss would speak in French, forgetting where he was temporarily and Zel was usually the only one who had any idea what he was saying. There was so much Zel hid from them...
"Ah! Miz Lina, M'sieur Zel! T'e dinerr is serrved!" Xelloss called out as he saw them come down the ladder into his 'Kitchen'. No matter how long he had been speaking English Xelloss always rolled the R's when he talked. "Today's spécialité iz Crrabs on tack!" Xelloss grinned his manic grin. "M'sieur Zel, I told you I'd find a way to do somet'ing interesting!"
Zelgadiss laughed, a rarely heard sound. "Indeed you did, Xelloss! Now, let's see if it tastes as good as it sounds!" He grabbed one of the morsels sitting on the plate and stuffed it -whole - into his mouth. "Ish goob!" He said, mouth full.
"Well, that's good enough for me!!" Lina said digging in.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Amelia paced the room nervously. It had been a week since Zangulus had gone off to look for those pirates they had been hearing about. Zangulus was the head of the guard.
"Miss Amelia, your father wishes your presence." Came a voice outside her door.
"Alright, tell him I'm coming Patty."
"Yes Miss." *-*-*-*-*-*
"Alright, we're going to need to restock on explosives and what-not, drink, food, and clothes -"
"OH YEA!!"
"Thank you, Lina. Anyways, we'll be making Port in Seiryuun -"
"Isn't that where the Royal family of England lives?"
"Sigh Yes Lina, it is. But that's the best place for-"
"SHOPPING!!"
"Sigh yes Lina. Now any disagreements? No? Right-ho, set sail for England!" *-*-*-*-*-*
Zangulus strode into the royal meeting room, where Prince Phil sat with his daughters, Amelia and Nahga.
"SIR!! We have reports of the pirate ship we have been searching for heading this way!!" He said as he neared the Prince and Princesses.
"Oh, dear!! What do you think they want, daddy? Do you think they're going to pillage and plunder and steal the women away?" The very naïve Amelia asked.
"OHOHOHOHOOHOHOO!!! Of course not, little Amelia! These are Professional Pirates! They are probably going to kidnap one of the princesses, us my dear, and ask for something in return for giving one of us back! OHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" Her older sister Nahga said.
"FEAR NOT, MY DEARS!!! THE FIST OF JUSTICE WILL STRIKE FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF THESE RUFFIANS!!!!" Prince Phil said, standing up and striking a very stupid pose.
"Of course daddy!"
*-*-*-*-*-*
Sylphiel rushed into the bar and looked around for her friend. "Oh, Fillia! Have you heard?" She called out as she saw the woman she was looking for. "Zelgadiss and his crew are coming back!"
"Eh? Zel and company are coming back? Well, that means we're gonna have a good week! Every one will want to see them! Wait 'till I tell Seamus!" And with that the tall blonde ran into the kitchen yelling for Seamus, the Bar's owner.
"Sigh It'll be good to see my Gourry-dear, again..." *-*-*-*-*-*
End Chapter 1
Notes: Well? How do you like it? It's gonna be a hard fic to write because I've got Xelloss with a French accent, Zelgadiss as an Irishman, Lina as an American, and Gourry, well, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but he's German. I also have no idea what era this is......... probably about the same era as POTC. I haven't really thought up much of a plot either.it's just gonna be mostly Zel's crew being chased by that of Zangulus. I'm taking some liberties with Zel's hair color, and with the ethnic origins of the crew.