A young girl of about 18 years sat in the hold of a ship. She had long, dark brown hair that fell down past her shoulders and striking grey eyes. She was wearing brown leather pants, and a white cotton shirt, as well as two golden earrings in her right ear. She didn't look very happy, especially seeing as her hands were bound behind her back and she had shackles clamped around her booted feet. The girl cursed under her breath, glaring at the deck of the ship…
Above decks, a young man of about 20 stood at the helm of the ship, dubbed the Black Knight. He had somewhat long brown hair, pulled back with a piece of leather, piercing blue eyes and tanned skin from being out in the sun so much. He wore black pants and boots, as well as a white shirt with full sleeves that came together at the wrist, and a black vest over that. In his hair was a black bandana, fringed with red. He looked as if he knew what he was doing; he should, seeing as he was captain of this ship.
He looked down at the crew, then up at the call of "Land ho!" There it was, Port Royal. He had a little bit of business to take care of there, some of it having to do with the captive below decks. He stomped his foot for attention, and the crew readily gave it to him.
"Boys, I'll be needin' to be goin' ashore, you all just sit tight and wait fer me to get back, all right?" The crew cheered, off time was happy time for them. The captain waved for two of the crew members to come forward, and he whispered something to them. They nodded, and then headed down to the hold of the ship.
The girl was humming a crude tune that she had picked up from the sailors, but quickly fell silent when she heard the heavy footsteps on the ladder. Her grey eyes glared at the two, who came forward, laughing and joking with each other. One fiddled with a ring of keys he had picked out, the other just stood back and watched. The sailor finally picked out a key, and then undid her shackles. The moment her legs were free, she kicked out at the sailor, whacking him in the face. He cried out and fell back, and the other roughly jerked the girl to her feet.
"None of that, now, miss," he said gruffly. Her eyes flared, and she kicked out at his shin. He grimaced as the aim hit its mark, but still hung on, jerking her above decks.
The girl froze as she was pushed onto the deck, partly out of suspicion and partly because the light blinded her from being below for so long. The sailor roughly shoved her forward, mumbling under his breath. She tripped slightly, falling to the deck with a grunt, wishing her hands were untied. She grimaced at the other sailor's laughter, and got up, glaring at the one who had shoved her down.
Another man walked up, official looking. He looked only a few years older than she, but she bet she could still beat the bloody crap out of him. He clapped his hands. "Now, now, gentlemen. Is this anyway to treat a lady? I think not." The crew chuckled at his words and looked on. He looked as if he was about to say something, and then noticed the crew was watching. "What's this, a show? Get on with ye!" He turned to the girl as the crew dispersed, grumbling and laughing. "Now, do ye have any idea what ship your on?"
The girl glared at the man, her head held high defiantly. "A bloody one," she muttered.
The man threw back his head and laughed. "A bloody one? Very close. Very close indeed. This is the Black Knight. Heard of it?" He cocked his head towards her.
She jerked back, eyes wide. "The Black Knight? But that means your- your-"
"A pirate? Yes, indeed I am. David Sparrow, at your service." He swept her a mocking bow. "Now may I ask of your name, miss?"
The girl tensed, eyes hard. "I wouldn't tell you my name in a million years," she snapped. She quickly snatched at a dagger that had been lying behind her and slit her bonds. Before anybody could do anything, she ran to the edge of the ship and jumped into the water.