Chapter 3

Women On Board

"Come on boy, rise and shine! The sky is clear and the sun is shining! It's time to greet the day!" A voice chimed in Toren's mind. Toren's eyes fluttered open to see a girl looking down at him. Her hair was black and cut short, wearing a dark lavender tank top and white shorts. Around her head a white sash. Toren suddenly sprung to life and looked at the girl rather frightened.

"?" Was all that came out. The girl laughed and shoved a small flask in his mouth. Toren tasted the foul liquid and began to gag, spitting the flask and the liquid from his mouth.

"Blegh, what was that!"

"Rum!"

Toren looked sick to his stomach. The girl just laughed and held out her hand.

"Tai-Tai Kisagari, Quartermaster!"

Toren hesitantly shook her hand and faked a smile.

"Toren...Toren Turner."

Tai-Tai grinned at this and then waved her hand at one of the crew.

"Hey, Luna! This boy's a Turner!" She shouted out.

Another girl looked over, her hair tinted to almost a light magenta. It was cut short and she wore a black, Jolly Roger bandanna. Her eyes were bluish pink. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt with a gray corset over it. A collar with a bell was around her neck and a blue star tattoo on her right cheek.

Her shorts were magenta and so were her knee high boots. As well as her gloves that went past her elbows. Luna L. Loris, Cooper. Luna grinned, hopping down to look at Toren.

"Ye think? He looks too charming to be a Turner."

"Ah, ya have a point there..."

"What be his first name?"

"Toren, he says."

"Toren Turner? Ha, thought it'd be William. Well then, let's see..." Luna circled around Toren, looking him up and down. Poking and prodding in various places.

"Well, he sure looks like a Turner! Same hair, same face. He's got that jaw for sure...and the legs. Except he's not skinny, and he definitely doesn't look too stupid. But, can he duel like his father?" Luna raised a brow, grinning a bit. Someone chuckled and walked forward. A girl that looked only sixteen. Her hair was blond and wavy, falling a little past her shoulders.

She had on her her, a long coat that went to about her knees. A long white corset and some red shorts. She had thick, white gloves and long, brown boot. Her eyes matched the sea, blue and beautiful. Yes, a similar girl to the one of Toren's daydream. Her name? Marina F. Morgan, Master of Arms. One of the most skilled swordswomen on the ship.

"Someone said duel?" Marina asked, raising an brow with a half grin.

"Aye! This boy claims he's a Turner. We wanna see if he can fight like one!" Luna informed her. Toren was so confused now, but he had taken a note of the flag on the ship. This must be the infamous Sparrow's Horizon! His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, he had to keep his guard up now. Marina grinned and pulled out her own cutlass. Spinning it quickly before saying, "Alright then, Turner, get ye sword out!"

Toren pulled out his own sword, taking a stance. Unlike Marina's, his sword he had made himself, gold filigree and all. The crew all backed up, giving more space for Toren and Marina to duel. Marina grinned and then they began to circle.

"Let's see what ye're made of!" She chuckled and then the duel began!

Toren was the first to strike, aiming for Marina's arm and with one flick of the wrist, almost succeeding. But instead, Marina dodged and he only managed to slice a small cut in the sleeve of her coat. Marina laughed and then scaled up the ratlines, Toren scurrying after her with sword in hand. Marina reached the yard of the main mast and planted herself upon it. Toren swiped at her the moment he reached the top of the yard. But, Marina side-stepped back and then struck Toren's left arm, leaving a minor cut there.

The fight continued up on that yard. Nearly ten minutes later, Marina hurried down to the deck. Thinking she had one, she withdrew her sword. The next thing she knew was she was standing there with a sword close to her neck, and Toren standing behind her. The crew gasped and looked extremely shocked. Marina was slightly worried though. Toren felt somewhat, self achieved.

"Oi! What's going on? Did I hear dueling!" Came a firm voice, which caused the crew to gasp and freeze. Marina's eyes widened and she whispered,

"The Captain!"

Toren froze, recalling what Keague had said. Finally, a figure pushed through the crowd. As the captain came into view, Toren looked surprised. The captain was not a man, but a woman! A young woman. The girl looked only about seventeen or so. She wore a long, red naval coat. Along with a red, corset-like top that stopped before her belly button with long, puffy, white sleeves. A short red skirt with a large, brown belt around her. Her boots were long and tan. A top her head was a brownish-gray, withered tricorn hat, almost exactly like Jack Sparrow's.

Her skin was tan and not too dirty. Partially braided hair was a deep brown and some strands were beaded. With a red bandanna around her head, her hairstyle looked like a mirror image of Jack's except with less dreadlocks. Her eyes were chocolate brown and there was a tattoo of a sparrow on her right arm. She wore a cross necklace and a small rose tattoo was half covered by her skirt. The minute she saw Toren, she rolled her eyes and sighed, "Rash Turner, very rash,"

Toren withdrew his sword and Luna ran over to her post. The captain stood directly in front of Toren and then said in a demanding tone, "State yer name, yer age, and yer business. And make it short!"

"Toren Lavarre Turner. Eighteen. I'm simply a rescued pirate. And you?"

"What that tongue, Turner! I'm the captain of course! God, ye are stupider than yer father."

"You're a girl...I thought girls were too smart to go off being pirates."

"Did ye hear that, girls? Mr. Turner thinks girls can't be pirates!" The Captain announced with a smirk. All of the crew burst into a roar of endless laughter.

"Look around, Turner! What do ye see?" The captain asked with a malicious grin. Toren glanced around and noticed something he had never noticed before. Most of the crew were women! Only two of them were men. Toren's eyes filled with glee. He was on the ship of his dreams! Now, Toren looked down and sighed, "Sorry Captain."

The captain smiled and gave a polite nod. Then she frowned and waved her hands wildly at the crew while shouting,

"Oi, oi, oi! Did I say 'Crew stop working'? Scurry! Scurry, scurry, scurry! I want movement! I WANT MOVEMENT!" The crew scrambled away like rats and soon, only Toren and the captain were left standing there.

"Toren Turner...heh, ye look like yer dad. Creepy, love." She said while looking him up and down with a sour face. Toren glowered at her and then hissed back rudely,

"You failed to mention your name, Captain!"

The captain didn't seem phased. She just grinned and stood tall, puffing out her chest in a proud manner.

"Arieda Marie...Sparrow!" She announced boldly. Now, her style and features made sense. Toren's eyes almost shot out of his head. He was practically drowning in confusion and disbelief.

"W-What?" You can't be! Jack doesn't have a daughter!" Toren stuttered, completely not buying any of it.

"Yes, I can be! And I am Jack's daughter!" Arieda snapped back at him, crossing her arms and looking away stubbornly.

"Have you met him?"

"No."

"Do you know what he looks like?"

"No."

"Have you heard of his whereabouts?"

"Um...no."

"Figures, you're as pathetic as your father." Toren sighed, shaking his head sadly. Arieda held up a pistol and snarled angrily with eyebrows locked in a glare,

"What did ye just say!"

"Aww Rieda, sweet, give the poor boy some slack! Tis not his fault he's stupid!" Came a voice from above. A boy dropped down. Blonde, shaggy hair and a brown, jolly-roger bandana. His short-sleeved, white shirt had no buttons so it tucked into his blue, baggy pants. Though his chest was always showing. Brown gloves with his fingers uncovered and no shoes. There was a maroon Kraken tattoo on his chest and a maroon, rope-looking design tattoo around his left upper arm. He had brown eyes and two, heavy brown belts. This was Klepto. The flirtiest, most favorite pirate of the girls. He was the 'company' aboard!

"Why not? He's being a smarty!" Arieda complained. Klepto just grinned charmingly and then said with a concerned tone,

"Because love, stress aint good for ye. A lassie like yeself...I mean, a captain like yeself should be perfecting her beauty. Not that ye aint a beautiful little lassie already."

Arieda grinned and then boasted with a proud stance,

"I am a pretty pirate, aint I?"

Toren rolled his eyes with an irritated sigh. He was finding this ridiculous and rather boring. Staring at the ocean, he couldn't help to smirk a bit. He had to admit, Arieda was extremely attractive, she was pretty, and he was only a year older than she. Plus, she was a true pirate girl. Aye, it was grand and terrible all at the same time. Toren...had a fancy for the Captain!