Author's Note: Hello! I have to give credit where it's due. An underrated indie game inspired the idea for this fanfic. As to not potentially spoil it for those who happen to be familiar with the storyline of said indie game, I won't mention the title of it until after this fan fiction is completed. I never thought I'd write a fanfiction based on Windwaker, but here it is. Though, remember this is a AU (alternate universe) so some factors have been changed. Hopefully, it is a good read. Enjoy! I had fun writing this chapter.

Concepts and characters of The Legend of Zelda The Windwaker © Nintendo

The unnamed pirate and story © YLFanatic94


Chapter 1: Helpless

A wet sensation tickled her eyelids. Both eyes flickered open only to be greeted by swollen, gray clouds. A few stray rays of light peeled through the cracks, but overall the sky had been consumed by this storm. Gradually the girl sat up as more water-this time being extremely cold-nibbled on her somewhat fashionable attire. She shot up, realizing she was on shore.

Where had the tide taken her this time?

Although it was mostly dark, she could see enough to know she was on unfamiliar territory. It was a small, humble island being brutally torn by the winds and rain.

The pirate promptly made her way from the sand to the grass, the blades dancing under her boots. Surprisingly it was very well kept despite the chaos happening all around. Someone must live here, she concluded. Or better yet, there was a community of people who'd be merciful enough to help out a stranger who just so happened to be a pirate. As if, but she could only hope at this point.

She was surprised to feel the familiar fabric of her bandanna still attached to her head. She held onto it as the storm taunted her, nearly shoving her to the ground. Nonetheless, she was able to keep upright, though barely. From afar she appeared to be under attack, a cast of magic throwing her to and fro like a rag doll. Eventually the winds let up enough for her to get better footing. She spotted a palm tree waving to her as one of its leaves tore off.

"H-hello?" Her heart nearly jumped to her throat as she hastily scanned the area. It had been the voice of a child, but one could never be sure these days.

"Who's there?" She hissed. She drew her dagger from its scabbard. I am one lucky fool, she thought. First her bandanna and now her weapon was still intact despite being stranded in the ocean like a carcass.

A set of shrubbery shook only inches away, making strands of her stand straight. She could handle a storm, but an unknown individual was too unpredictable. Perhaps karma was finally here to claim her fortune of treasure. Or worse yet, her life.

A head poked out from the green scenery. As the winds continue to brew uncertainty, the pirate was positive this was indeed a child. No enchantment lingered around the bright blonde hair and teary eyes.

"Who are you and where am-"

The young lass squeezed out from the bush. If the pirate had to guess, she was about seven or eight years of age. In one hand the little girl held a wooden telescope. Something was smeared along the end closest to her hand. Seagulls were hand-painted on the other end. The pirate saw her pigtails as they were being pulled by the wind, but it wasn't as flowy as her dress. The poor thing was covered in scratches and bruises. Something about her tugged at the pirate's heartstrings, though only an inch.

"I-I'm lost," the child responded. The pirate almost couldn't hear her. "M-my grandma...I need to get h-home. Can you h-help me?"

She scoffed. "Why are you asking me? I'm a stranger." She gestured to her clothes. "In case you can't tell, I'm a pirate. You can't trust a pirate."

The lass shook her head, trying hard not to frown. Rain and tears ran down her scraped cheeks. "Miss, I don't know what to do. Grandma is old and frail, and she needs me, especially now."

"Isn't there anyone else on this island who can help?" She had to try. "I can't help myself, let alone a child."

"Everyone is hiding," she whimpered. "Please, Miss Pirate, help me find grandma. I'll give you anything, even my telescope," she held it up as though it were worth a million rupees.

"Alright, alright," Her heart had officially melted, "I'll help you find her. What do they call you?"

"What?" The lass squeaked. Why was she still crying?

"Your name."

She wiped her eyes. "Aryll. What is your name Miss Pirate?"

She chuckled and ruffled her long dirty blonde hair. "Eh, Miss Pirate is fine."