Disclamier- I do not own any POTC characters, all that I do own is Captain
Venus and my plot. Wow I own something! I thought I did! YAY I feel special
A large wave hit a large ship making it loss control and hurling a quarter of the crew into the inky blue ocean. The other quarter rushed to their need leaving the rest continuing their jobs. Ropes thrown into the inky blue ocean hoping that the crew would see it and grab the ropes. Once a man grabbed that rope he was brought back up to the deck of the ship and ran back to his post with any complaint.
The black sails had multiple holes in them and the mast was damaged from the lighting hitting off it. The deck was flooding with water, water up to the men's ankles. The black ship was surrounded in fog making it hard for the captain to dock his ship by the Port.
Jack Sparrow, Captain of The Black Pearl, stood steadily by the wheel turning into left to right trying to out run the storm that hit faster then a bullet shot fired. His cloths wet and sticking to his muscular body, his hat stayed clipped to his head not moving as a powerful gust of wind his it. Tortuga came into view as the last lighting strike hit behind the island, highlighting its beauty.
"Men! All hands on deck!" The crew rush in front of their captain, "if we get through this, there's a hammock in Fiji with our names on it." He replied with a smirk tugging on his lips. The crew cheered for their captain and rushed off to their posts.
"Home sweet home eh?" Mr. Gibbs walked up behind Jack as the storm died down.
"Aye mate, time for a celebration! We just got the pearl back-"
"It's been a month Captain." Mr. Gibbs said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Has it? Already? Wow time flies when yer fun eh?" Jack looked over to Gibbs still has his smug grin plastered on his features. "Never the less, we will have a fiesta tonight celebrating the return of the pearl and me as Captain of it." Gibbs nodded and walked off.
A large wave hit the Island, with a large rumble of thunder with his good friend rain and lightning. The streets were empty, but the taverns were full, business as usual. Another large wave hit the beach followed by another and another.
The wave hit the young woman off her boulder and into the cold inky black ocean water. Taking her out to sea she woke up from her daze and realized what was happening to her. Gaining her conscious once more she swam toward the beach. The paddle to shore was difficult since she was being attacked by the angry waves and the rain poured on her. The waves drowned her and brought her under the water, and dragging her off to sea.
Kicking and stroking her way toward the shore was draining her conscious and her energy was wearing thin. She thought that this was the end for her adventure, she was being sent off to Davy Jones Lockery grave in the sea. This was the end of Captain V's magnificent adventure in the sea.
Lost in her own world she felt the sand under her feet, she got up and the water was up to her thighs. She rushed out of the water until the next wave would bring her back to her doom. Running from the water for about fifteen yards until; she lost her breath and energy and fell to the grassy ahead of the woods. Breathing heavily she turned on her back with her eyes closed, feeling the rain drops falling on her body. A droplet fell into her mouth making her cough uncontrollably.
She sat up clutching her chest trying to breathe, but the air didn't wish to enter her lungs. After all the water left her mouth she breathed in greedily, she couldn't get enough of the air. Looking back at the angry sea she got to her feet and ran into town. All she wanted was rum, and a bed to sleep off the day.
Slowing her pace, she was losing her breathe again, she walked slowly with her head down her eyes up, her hand over her eyes trying to look for the lights and sounds and smell that is Tortuga.
She saw the docks she sighed relief and walked faster to get to the nearest tavern. A lightning strike follow by a loud roar of thunder, made her shiver and growl at the clouds.
"Horrible weather." Bringing her hand to her head she found her hat still planted safely on her head which made her smile. "I knew you'd never leave me mate." Her hat belonged to her father, it was every dear to her, and it was her father's hat after all. The same hat that stayed on his head through all his battles, through all the treasure hunts, though every port around the world, and it never left his side. It was amazing how a hat could change your whole personality, your character, your outlook at life and yourself.
She walked calmly into 'The Faithful Bride' like she did everyday of her life since she's been in Tortuga. She walked over to the bartender and her smirked at her. He leaned over to her, leaning on his elbow and she looked up at him.
"Tough day V?" He continued to wipe a large brown mug with a dirty rag.
"Aye, you can't even imagine," She smirked and looked over her rings, "Almost drowned."
"How!?" He yelled loudly making the pirates stare his way.
"But I didn't, when did you hear of a pirate as myself die over a mishap?" She laughed at the situation, though she wouldn't be laughing if she was back in the water.
"Aye, I see, the infamous Captain V strikes once more eh?" He said in a whisper. He knew she didn't want the pirates to know of her identity, knowing her reputation with men, he didn't want to bring the poor girl no harm. And that everyone thought she was dead, rumors go around Tortuga extremely fast. "Here," He went under the counter rummaging through things. "Your orders in." He smirked as her took out a long box and a smaller one.
"Thank the gods." She pulled the boxes to her and ran her fingers down to the buckle and unbuckled it. Opening the box, it was made of red velvet inside and the beautiful sword was lying inside shining beautifully from the candle light in the tavern. Feeling uncomfortable she closed the box. Sneaking a peek over her shoulder she saw men and their whores looking at the box curiously. Frowning she looked up at the bartender and looked over his shoulder.
"I'd like my room key for tonight, right now if you know what I mean Jim." A glint of the candles sparkled off her eyes. Jim went to get a key for her and she paid for the drink and the room for another night. "I'll be down in a bit, just want to check on my order." Nodding he let her off.
Carrying the boxes under her arms she jogged up to her room, itching to her hands on the new sword that was made for her. She found room 14 and unlocked it and stepped inside. She placed the box on the bed and went to locket the door. Running over to her box, she jumped on the bed and opened the box once more. Grinning like a mad woman she looked at the sword.
Running her fingers down the cutlass feeling its cold steal under her warm fingers. The handle was made of silver and gold, diamonds, rubies, pearls, colored stones shining off the handle. It was amazing she took the cutlass out and saw her initials infiltrated into the handle. "CV": Was more important to her than her real name.
"Captain Venus." She said her name with great pride and joy. She got her name from the planet of love and her goddess Aphrodite. She was known for seducing men for whatever, and her crew called her Venus or just Captain V.
Her initials were carved into he butt of the cutlass saying "MG" She twisted her lips into an unsure manner but she didn't care, not many people knew her real name, she never gave them her real name. The only person that does know her real name was AnnaMaria, but she took her name into her grave.
"Mya Gold." She rolled her eyes and put the sward to her side. She took a look at the smaller box and opened it. Inside her pistol that she carried with her was fixed and also had her initials in them, but this time only "CV" She smiled at it and was feeling lucky that she felt it in Tortuga to get it fixed when she left with her "Loyal crew". She sneered at the word loyal, 'Loyal my ass.' She mused. She took her belt and buckled it onto her waist, sheathing her cutlass and sticking her pistol into her pants she looked into the mirror and tipped her hat.
"Just like the day I started off." She grinned and looked under her bed, it was empty she placed the two boxes under the bed and took the key then left. Walking down to the counter where Jim was cleaning the mugs he smirked as she went behind the counter. She placed her room key on the counter and looked Jim straight in the eye.
"Well look at you," He looked her up and down. "You look just the same as the day you came here." She placed her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at Jim. "Except for the fact that you are famous, and people think you're dead, and that you are rich."
"Thanks for lighting up the mood." She frowned. "I need to commandeer a ship to find mine, I hid it behind the island of Fiji, and then I'm off for my treasure hunt."
"What about a crew?" Jim asked curiously. "You not that draft to go off and sail the seas all by yourself?"
"Oh course not," She avoided eye contact and looked nervous.
"You were thinking about going all by yourself." He pointed his index finger at her narrowing his eyes at her. She looked nervously at the finger, frowning at it.
As she was about to make a smart comment a noisy group of pirates walked in. Still lost in their conversations, they made their way to find themselves a table where they can all fit. A man and a woman approached the bartender not noticing Mya. She ducked under the counter.
"Hello Gibbs." She looked up and saw Jim shaking hands with the man called Gibbs. Jim shifted his weight turning to his left and smirking. 'Must be that woman next to Gibbs.' She mused.
"This is AnnaMaria." The man said making Myas' heart stop. Every time she heard that name she always thought that her first mate was still alive. Wishing she could peek out to see if it's really her but she didn't want to risk it. She had a bad reputation with men and maybe he might be one of them. But they might not recognize her since she changed a lot since the mutiny, and the fact that everybody thought she was dead. Keeping low to the ground she watched as Jim filled mugs of rum for the man and woman. They both tried not to keep eye contact just incase they'd ask what's down there.
"Thank you Jim." The mugs where taken and they left. Mya looked to see Jim sigh a relived sigh. She got up slowly looking over the counter making sure no one was looking her way. She exhaled heavily and looked at Jim and smiled weakly.
"You need rum." He said calmly, filling a mug of rum and handing it to her. "Go sit in the corner table and try not to do anything stupid." She smirked and walked to the corner table hidden by the shadows. She tipped her hat and put her feet on the table crossing her ankles looking down at the mug. She noticed that she was dangerously close to the man Gibbs and his crew. Trying not to look their way she looked at her mug and listened into their conversations.
"To the Black Pearl!" One of the crew members cheered. They all rose their mugs and chugged down a large amount of rum.
"To Fiji!" The man in the tri-cornered hat cheered almost making Mya tip over in her chair. She rose her mug a little and chugged down a large amount of rum and listened to hear more about Fiji, and why was it important.
"Now men, tomorrow we head for Fiji,-afternoon- where rum is no money and the sun burning our flesh. Where women in short skirts treat any man like a king, much like Tortuga but more civilized if ya no what I mean." The crew laughed a hearty laugh making Mya smirk.
"That's interesting," She took another chug of her rum and smirked at the half empty mug. "Fiji, I hope you didn't miss me to bad, Captain V is coming back home." She whispered and drank the rest of her drink. Looking over to the large happy group her eye was caught on the young woman sitting next to the Captain. She shifted her gaze away from them. "This can't be," Her mouth turned drink in an instant. Licking her lips she looked to the woman again. Where her eyes deceiving her? Was that really AnnaMaria? Shaking her head she frowned at the mug.
"I blame you." She pointed to the mug and got up. Making her way to the counter the large group stared at her. Her hat tipped low making it hard for them to make out her face.
She put the mug on the counter then leaned on it and Jim walked over to her. He smiled and asked if she wanted a refill on him. She shook her head no and feeling her heart speed to a mile a minute. Jim noticed her pale grime face her got concerned.
"What's wrong, you look like you just seen a ghost." Jim replied as lightning stroked once more. The wind blew in the tavern blowing some candles out.
"Feels like I have, thought I just saw my first mate. I must be losin' my mind. Or it might be the rum." She gestured to the mug frowning. "I better get out of here, I have a bad feeling something bad might happen." She straightened up and tipped her hat to Jim. He nodded to her and she made her way toward the door. As she was about to step outside she heard someone call her. It was faint but she didn't pay attention to it until there it was again.
"Captain V?" A voice said a little louder making her body shiver. Straightening up she turned around her hat still tipped shadowing over her face. Her face was straight showing pride her eyes calm.
"Aye." A gasp through out the tavern went out, looking over to Jim he had his hand to his forehead eyes shut and shaking his head. Not noticing a person next to her until a hug crushing her bones and lungs making her gasp for air.
"Captain V! I thought you where dead!" The person let go and looked under her hat and smiled, "Don't you remember me? It's me AnnaMaria, your first mate." By now the tavern where watching them talk, it was very uncomfortable. Especially when her crew got up hands on their pistols and cutlasses. Some men got up front the west part of the tavern walking slowly toward her.
"AnnaMaria, so good to see ya mate." She said calmly, "But not. Very bad timing." She smirked. By now some men where behind AnnaMaria ready to shove her out of their way. She saw that one man had a pocket knife ready to strike Anna. "Watch out!" Mya yelped pushing AnnaMaria aside. Getting out of their way just in time the men sneered at her.
"You little whore." He snapped.
A large wave hit a large ship making it loss control and hurling a quarter of the crew into the inky blue ocean. The other quarter rushed to their need leaving the rest continuing their jobs. Ropes thrown into the inky blue ocean hoping that the crew would see it and grab the ropes. Once a man grabbed that rope he was brought back up to the deck of the ship and ran back to his post with any complaint.
The black sails had multiple holes in them and the mast was damaged from the lighting hitting off it. The deck was flooding with water, water up to the men's ankles. The black ship was surrounded in fog making it hard for the captain to dock his ship by the Port.
Jack Sparrow, Captain of The Black Pearl, stood steadily by the wheel turning into left to right trying to out run the storm that hit faster then a bullet shot fired. His cloths wet and sticking to his muscular body, his hat stayed clipped to his head not moving as a powerful gust of wind his it. Tortuga came into view as the last lighting strike hit behind the island, highlighting its beauty.
"Men! All hands on deck!" The crew rush in front of their captain, "if we get through this, there's a hammock in Fiji with our names on it." He replied with a smirk tugging on his lips. The crew cheered for their captain and rushed off to their posts.
"Home sweet home eh?" Mr. Gibbs walked up behind Jack as the storm died down.
"Aye mate, time for a celebration! We just got the pearl back-"
"It's been a month Captain." Mr. Gibbs said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Has it? Already? Wow time flies when yer fun eh?" Jack looked over to Gibbs still has his smug grin plastered on his features. "Never the less, we will have a fiesta tonight celebrating the return of the pearl and me as Captain of it." Gibbs nodded and walked off.
A large wave hit the Island, with a large rumble of thunder with his good friend rain and lightning. The streets were empty, but the taverns were full, business as usual. Another large wave hit the beach followed by another and another.
The wave hit the young woman off her boulder and into the cold inky black ocean water. Taking her out to sea she woke up from her daze and realized what was happening to her. Gaining her conscious once more she swam toward the beach. The paddle to shore was difficult since she was being attacked by the angry waves and the rain poured on her. The waves drowned her and brought her under the water, and dragging her off to sea.
Kicking and stroking her way toward the shore was draining her conscious and her energy was wearing thin. She thought that this was the end for her adventure, she was being sent off to Davy Jones Lockery grave in the sea. This was the end of Captain V's magnificent adventure in the sea.
Lost in her own world she felt the sand under her feet, she got up and the water was up to her thighs. She rushed out of the water until the next wave would bring her back to her doom. Running from the water for about fifteen yards until; she lost her breath and energy and fell to the grassy ahead of the woods. Breathing heavily she turned on her back with her eyes closed, feeling the rain drops falling on her body. A droplet fell into her mouth making her cough uncontrollably.
She sat up clutching her chest trying to breathe, but the air didn't wish to enter her lungs. After all the water left her mouth she breathed in greedily, she couldn't get enough of the air. Looking back at the angry sea she got to her feet and ran into town. All she wanted was rum, and a bed to sleep off the day.
Slowing her pace, she was losing her breathe again, she walked slowly with her head down her eyes up, her hand over her eyes trying to look for the lights and sounds and smell that is Tortuga.
She saw the docks she sighed relief and walked faster to get to the nearest tavern. A lightning strike follow by a loud roar of thunder, made her shiver and growl at the clouds.
"Horrible weather." Bringing her hand to her head she found her hat still planted safely on her head which made her smile. "I knew you'd never leave me mate." Her hat belonged to her father, it was every dear to her, and it was her father's hat after all. The same hat that stayed on his head through all his battles, through all the treasure hunts, though every port around the world, and it never left his side. It was amazing how a hat could change your whole personality, your character, your outlook at life and yourself.
She walked calmly into 'The Faithful Bride' like she did everyday of her life since she's been in Tortuga. She walked over to the bartender and her smirked at her. He leaned over to her, leaning on his elbow and she looked up at him.
"Tough day V?" He continued to wipe a large brown mug with a dirty rag.
"Aye, you can't even imagine," She smirked and looked over her rings, "Almost drowned."
"How!?" He yelled loudly making the pirates stare his way.
"But I didn't, when did you hear of a pirate as myself die over a mishap?" She laughed at the situation, though she wouldn't be laughing if she was back in the water.
"Aye, I see, the infamous Captain V strikes once more eh?" He said in a whisper. He knew she didn't want the pirates to know of her identity, knowing her reputation with men, he didn't want to bring the poor girl no harm. And that everyone thought she was dead, rumors go around Tortuga extremely fast. "Here," He went under the counter rummaging through things. "Your orders in." He smirked as her took out a long box and a smaller one.
"Thank the gods." She pulled the boxes to her and ran her fingers down to the buckle and unbuckled it. Opening the box, it was made of red velvet inside and the beautiful sword was lying inside shining beautifully from the candle light in the tavern. Feeling uncomfortable she closed the box. Sneaking a peek over her shoulder she saw men and their whores looking at the box curiously. Frowning she looked up at the bartender and looked over his shoulder.
"I'd like my room key for tonight, right now if you know what I mean Jim." A glint of the candles sparkled off her eyes. Jim went to get a key for her and she paid for the drink and the room for another night. "I'll be down in a bit, just want to check on my order." Nodding he let her off.
Carrying the boxes under her arms she jogged up to her room, itching to her hands on the new sword that was made for her. She found room 14 and unlocked it and stepped inside. She placed the box on the bed and went to locket the door. Running over to her box, she jumped on the bed and opened the box once more. Grinning like a mad woman she looked at the sword.
Running her fingers down the cutlass feeling its cold steal under her warm fingers. The handle was made of silver and gold, diamonds, rubies, pearls, colored stones shining off the handle. It was amazing she took the cutlass out and saw her initials infiltrated into the handle. "CV": Was more important to her than her real name.
"Captain Venus." She said her name with great pride and joy. She got her name from the planet of love and her goddess Aphrodite. She was known for seducing men for whatever, and her crew called her Venus or just Captain V.
Her initials were carved into he butt of the cutlass saying "MG" She twisted her lips into an unsure manner but she didn't care, not many people knew her real name, she never gave them her real name. The only person that does know her real name was AnnaMaria, but she took her name into her grave.
"Mya Gold." She rolled her eyes and put the sward to her side. She took a look at the smaller box and opened it. Inside her pistol that she carried with her was fixed and also had her initials in them, but this time only "CV" She smiled at it and was feeling lucky that she felt it in Tortuga to get it fixed when she left with her "Loyal crew". She sneered at the word loyal, 'Loyal my ass.' She mused. She took her belt and buckled it onto her waist, sheathing her cutlass and sticking her pistol into her pants she looked into the mirror and tipped her hat.
"Just like the day I started off." She grinned and looked under her bed, it was empty she placed the two boxes under the bed and took the key then left. Walking down to the counter where Jim was cleaning the mugs he smirked as she went behind the counter. She placed her room key on the counter and looked Jim straight in the eye.
"Well look at you," He looked her up and down. "You look just the same as the day you came here." She placed her hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at Jim. "Except for the fact that you are famous, and people think you're dead, and that you are rich."
"Thanks for lighting up the mood." She frowned. "I need to commandeer a ship to find mine, I hid it behind the island of Fiji, and then I'm off for my treasure hunt."
"What about a crew?" Jim asked curiously. "You not that draft to go off and sail the seas all by yourself?"
"Oh course not," She avoided eye contact and looked nervous.
"You were thinking about going all by yourself." He pointed his index finger at her narrowing his eyes at her. She looked nervously at the finger, frowning at it.
As she was about to make a smart comment a noisy group of pirates walked in. Still lost in their conversations, they made their way to find themselves a table where they can all fit. A man and a woman approached the bartender not noticing Mya. She ducked under the counter.
"Hello Gibbs." She looked up and saw Jim shaking hands with the man called Gibbs. Jim shifted his weight turning to his left and smirking. 'Must be that woman next to Gibbs.' She mused.
"This is AnnaMaria." The man said making Myas' heart stop. Every time she heard that name she always thought that her first mate was still alive. Wishing she could peek out to see if it's really her but she didn't want to risk it. She had a bad reputation with men and maybe he might be one of them. But they might not recognize her since she changed a lot since the mutiny, and the fact that everybody thought she was dead. Keeping low to the ground she watched as Jim filled mugs of rum for the man and woman. They both tried not to keep eye contact just incase they'd ask what's down there.
"Thank you Jim." The mugs where taken and they left. Mya looked to see Jim sigh a relived sigh. She got up slowly looking over the counter making sure no one was looking her way. She exhaled heavily and looked at Jim and smiled weakly.
"You need rum." He said calmly, filling a mug of rum and handing it to her. "Go sit in the corner table and try not to do anything stupid." She smirked and walked to the corner table hidden by the shadows. She tipped her hat and put her feet on the table crossing her ankles looking down at the mug. She noticed that she was dangerously close to the man Gibbs and his crew. Trying not to look their way she looked at her mug and listened into their conversations.
"To the Black Pearl!" One of the crew members cheered. They all rose their mugs and chugged down a large amount of rum.
"To Fiji!" The man in the tri-cornered hat cheered almost making Mya tip over in her chair. She rose her mug a little and chugged down a large amount of rum and listened to hear more about Fiji, and why was it important.
"Now men, tomorrow we head for Fiji,-afternoon- where rum is no money and the sun burning our flesh. Where women in short skirts treat any man like a king, much like Tortuga but more civilized if ya no what I mean." The crew laughed a hearty laugh making Mya smirk.
"That's interesting," She took another chug of her rum and smirked at the half empty mug. "Fiji, I hope you didn't miss me to bad, Captain V is coming back home." She whispered and drank the rest of her drink. Looking over to the large happy group her eye was caught on the young woman sitting next to the Captain. She shifted her gaze away from them. "This can't be," Her mouth turned drink in an instant. Licking her lips she looked to the woman again. Where her eyes deceiving her? Was that really AnnaMaria? Shaking her head she frowned at the mug.
"I blame you." She pointed to the mug and got up. Making her way to the counter the large group stared at her. Her hat tipped low making it hard for them to make out her face.
She put the mug on the counter then leaned on it and Jim walked over to her. He smiled and asked if she wanted a refill on him. She shook her head no and feeling her heart speed to a mile a minute. Jim noticed her pale grime face her got concerned.
"What's wrong, you look like you just seen a ghost." Jim replied as lightning stroked once more. The wind blew in the tavern blowing some candles out.
"Feels like I have, thought I just saw my first mate. I must be losin' my mind. Or it might be the rum." She gestured to the mug frowning. "I better get out of here, I have a bad feeling something bad might happen." She straightened up and tipped her hat to Jim. He nodded to her and she made her way toward the door. As she was about to step outside she heard someone call her. It was faint but she didn't pay attention to it until there it was again.
"Captain V?" A voice said a little louder making her body shiver. Straightening up she turned around her hat still tipped shadowing over her face. Her face was straight showing pride her eyes calm.
"Aye." A gasp through out the tavern went out, looking over to Jim he had his hand to his forehead eyes shut and shaking his head. Not noticing a person next to her until a hug crushing her bones and lungs making her gasp for air.
"Captain V! I thought you where dead!" The person let go and looked under her hat and smiled, "Don't you remember me? It's me AnnaMaria, your first mate." By now the tavern where watching them talk, it was very uncomfortable. Especially when her crew got up hands on their pistols and cutlasses. Some men got up front the west part of the tavern walking slowly toward her.
"AnnaMaria, so good to see ya mate." She said calmly, "But not. Very bad timing." She smirked. By now some men where behind AnnaMaria ready to shove her out of their way. She saw that one man had a pocket knife ready to strike Anna. "Watch out!" Mya yelped pushing AnnaMaria aside. Getting out of their way just in time the men sneered at her.
"You little whore." He snapped.