Misfits Of The Caribbean.
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Ch.3: Capture!
Reez and Lorn turned toward me. They both knew better than to question my knowledge of the EITC. "Crap...we can't get away..." I muttered. Slowly, The Endeavour came alongside them. I heard a shout. And saw the Navy officers. A gangplank was placed between the two ships. Ten of the men prepared to board the ship. I snapped out of my trance. "HOI! NO NAVY SCUM ON ME SHIP!!" I roared, brandishing a cutlass at the men. One of the officers made the mistake of stepping onto the deck of the Wench. "GERROFFA ME SHIP!" I hollered at him, and went running towards him, only to be held back by Reez and Lorn. "Eh?! What'cha doing?! LEGGO!" I flailed, trying to break free. My cutlass was still ruthlessly slashing the air, when it caught said Navy officer on the cheek. Blood gushed out. I instantly went quiet, dropping my cutlass and rushing to the man's side as he tried to staunch the blood. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cut you like that!" I said. It was different when I was trying to kill them, than when I injured them by accident. He smiled weakly at me. "You were threatening to slash me with that cutlass of yours earlier!" he said. "Yeah, but that was different. I cut you by accident." I peered at the cut. "Hmm. It's long, but it's not deep. That'll teach ye not to go within swingin' range of me cutlass again." I grinned. My smile seemed to fall off my face, though, when I saw all the other Navy officers board my ship.
One of them went over the man with the cut face. "Gillette, are you alright?" he asked. "Nah, but 'e will be 'slong as 'e stays outta my way next time. So your name's Gillette, is it?" I asked. Gillette nodded, pressing hankerchief to his cheek. "'Ere, that little thing's no use, try this." I said, handing him a cloth. I made a nose of disgust. "Look, ye've got yer uniform all bloody." I laughed. "So, would I be right in thinkin' that this be the ship that Feckett-err I mean Beckett happens to be on?" I asked the other officer, who gave me an acid look. "Yes, It just so happens that it is. He was the one who ordered us to capture you." he said in a low voice. "So, you're not used to speakin' with pirates then, eh?" I Said, grinning. "No, I usually just kill them." said the officer tersely. I stepped back a bit, so that he wouldn't have the chance to do the same to me. Just then, another man stepped aboard.
"Whosat?" I asked. "That." growled the officer. "Is the Admiral. And you would do well to keep your pirate tongue in check around him." he grumbled. The Admiral stood aboard the ship, before looking over at Gillette and Officer Grumpy. He walked over, just as Gillette pulled the bloody cloth away from his face. "Good Lord, Gillette, whatever's happened to your face?!" he asked. Officer Grumpy shot me a dirty look. "Her." he growled. "OI! It was a bloody accident, and you know it was, you scurvy git!" I said, indignantly. The Admiral looked at me. "You're Pirates?" the Admiral asked, gesturing toward me, Reez and Lorn. "Nice legs you've got there Admiral." I said, not paying the least bit of attention to what he was saying. "What?" I looked up at him. He seemed confused. "Oh! Sorry, what was it you were sayin'?" I apologized. "You're pirates?" he asked again. "Yep, that we be, and there ain't no one soul on this world who can change that!" I replied cheerfully. The Admiral turned to Gillette. "Take the pirates to Lord Beckett. I assume he wants to question them." My heart sank. "'Ey! Admiral! What about our ship?" he turned back to me. "The ship will be towed. behind The Endevour." he answered. "Your men 'ad better make bloody well sure that you don't 'urt me Wench. Or there'll be 'ell to pay." That said, the three of us were marched of the ship, and onto the Endeavour.