Captain Sparrow stepped on to the deck of the "Iron Maiden" a Spanish merchant ship sailing from South Africa to Panama, with his normal drunken swagger. Captain Sparrow could be considered a handsome man. He was not fat, bald and didn't have anything abnormal growing on him. His brown eyes were surrounded in kohl, as to provide some protection from the sun. Underneath is leather jacket and half buttoned white shirt, a tan chest was visible. "Ladies and Gentlemen" He announced as his crew began to tie up the defected members of the 'Iron Maiden' as well as its few passengers. "Please remain calm, as we begin to plunder your lovely, ship."
At these orders the crew of the 'Black Pearl' began to make there way below deck to get what they needed. Captain Sparrow however made his way over to the center mast where the ships passengers had been ties up.
"Good afternoon my good sir," He said to one of the male passengers, in a mock English accent. "You wouldn't happen to have the time would you?"
The man was quite surprised as to the proprietary of the pirate captain and reached in to his pocked and pulled out a silver pocket watch. "Yes, it is –"
However no sooner than he pulled out his watch, was it in Jack Sparrows boney hands. "Thanks mate" he said as he moved on to the other passengers taking various rings, brooches, necklaces and anything else that might fetch a fair price in Tortugas.
"Cap'in," said Mr. Gibbs, a short round man with a grey beard and balding hair, "There's no swag."
"What do yer mean that there is no swag?" Jack asked, not looking up from the necklace that he was pealing, of a fat woman. Not quite understanding what Gibbs meant.
"Aye, Cap'in," continued Gibbs "The hull is cleared out, no food in the galley, no rum, no gold, no slaves, nothin'. By the looks of it I would say that they have already been attacked."
Jacks attention was, immediately converted, and he stomped over to the Captain of the Iron Madden, with determination, "You!" he said as he pointed a drunken finger in the captains face "Where is your rum?"
"We don't have any rum" replied the captain, causing Captain Sparrow to take a few steps back
"Why?"
"We were attacked by pirates, a few days out, and they took everything even stole our sails, we have been floatin' like this for days"
Capitan Sparrow and Gibbs both had there heads to the sky, seeing that there were indeed no sails on the ship "How did I miss that?" Jack muttered under his breath.
But there attention was quickly converted by screams of a young woman. Four of Pearls crew were caring up, two women from below. The one making noise was fighting violently with the three crew members caring her up. "No, Stop, let her go...your hurting her," Yelled the Captain of the Iron Maiden.
"Look what we found below Cap'in" said one of the three men, over the now muffled screams. He was short with curly brown hair, not a day over fifteen. "Founds them, locked in a closet, I did."
"Good work Tomas" replied Captain Sparrow as he walked over to the two women. The one that Tomas was holding, from what he could tell was the richer of the two. Her pail skin made even paler buy the powder that covered her face, her blond hair was piled atop her head, and her blue eyes seamed to be accented by the stain on her lips and cheeks. "What is a fine gel such as your self doing on a ship like this?" he asked her.
"I am-I..." replied the girl, unable to find the words to speak.
"Well how about we start, with your name, love." Captain Sparrow asked, as he made his way to look at the, life less body that Mr. Cotton was holding. Looking at the body for a moment and the pointing down at it questionably "And telling me who, is this?"
"My name is Kalie Roemer, my father is Captain of this ship" the girl said in a professional manner. "And that is my maid, Mariama--"
"What 'appened to 'er?" Captain Jack asked, before Kalie could finish her speech.
"She was hit by a member of your--
"It was Anamaria" Interrupted Tomas, before Brande could finish.
"So, that wench 'ad it comin'" replied Anamaria who was caring Kalie with Tomas and Wable, a older pirate who was as round as he was tall. "Called me a 'pirate whore' 'at one did"
"Is this true?" Captain Sparrow asked. There were muffled 'Aye's' and nods from his crew and Kalie. He looked down at Mariama that Cotton was holding. She was obliviously a slave, or part at least, her skin color was the same as Anamaria's and her dark hair hung in her face making it unable for Captain Sparrow to get a good look at her. After many minuets, he jolted up, as if surprised and started a drunken walk toward the Pearl.
"All aboard, you filthy dogs. An' bring the wenches, too" He said, making his way toward the Pearl to find some rum, over the screams and protests of Captain Roemer and Brande. "They will fetch a good ransom."
Kalie and Mariama, sat in the darkness and cold of the black pearls brig. Mariama lay in Kalie's arms half asleep drifting in and out of consciousness, blood dripping from the wound in atop her head, drenching her hair. The cold was keeping her awake, never the less Mariama's eyes would occasionally roll through her head.
Silent tears begin to fall from Kalie's eyes, as she held her bleeding friend in her arms. Hearing the shouts and footsteps from the man above, knowing that she was never going home, pirates never returned there captives, just murdered them after receiving their ransom, and this was going to be her fate.