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Captain Will "Blade" Tuner of The Cutthroat Viking a blood thirst pirate, feared thought out the seven seas but most all the Caribbean. When pirates ransack Port Royal, a former enemy returns AU version of The Cruse of the Black Pearl

Chapter 7

I sat my desk dusk had long since fallen, I looked over the maps trying to find the best place the ambush the Pearl along with the Red Dragon. Two empty bottles of rum lay on the desk, an old oil patched letter rested on my desk along with the maps and another important documents.

11th February 1753

Dear Bill you have a beautiful healthy son who was born nearly a month ago. I have been unable to write due to my father. My father wishes for me to marry Edward despite me having Will, my father wises to send Will away in a few months when he is older.

I have not heard from you in over three month, my father had hidden your letters from me. I only wish that this letter reaches you in time. My brother has made arrangements for me to meet you in Glasgow in a month's time

Love Kate

I sat the letter down on the desk my mother had been nineteen and in love with my father when I was born, but what had happen in the five years after that she turned cold and hated me and my father.

I had a family in England that had never wanted me. I got up from my desk and headed out on to the deck, to clear my head.

The Caribbean wind picked up, I leant against the railing at the bow watching as the waves crashed at the sides of the Viking.

I walked towards the brig were Ben was locked up in the smallest cell, He looked up as I stood in front of his cell, his hands were shackled to the wall of the cell.

"What would father think of his son to treats his brother like a petty criminal?" Ben said smugly not looking up at me, anger boiled over in my veins, I clenched my fists. The only thing that was right in my life at that moment was Elizabeth, even though we had not known each other that long, she seemed to understand me better than anyone ever had before.

"Yu bloody don't known the hell I went thought under the command of those Spanish barstad do yu Ben" I snarled at him, he just smirked at me mockingly; I would kill him if I got my hands on him, that was if I unlocked his cell.

Eight Years Earlier

I heard the sobs of the girl, who had been taken from her homeland in France. She was only fifteen. Andris the first mate of the Santa Maria had raped her before handed her over to the crew.

The crew were passed out around the deck, Quinn, Rico and I were on night watch, and I stood at the bow of the Santa Maria tying off the some of the rigging.

I could hear the girl sobbing in her cabin; I made my way to the galley to get my nightly ration from the cook who had been part of the crew on the St Maria for over ten years.

"Evening Joe" I said as I took a seat at the old table, Joe looked up at the sound of the girl sobbing again. He placed the salted pork and whatever else was there.

"Any one taken any food to the girl Blade" Joe asked as he took a seat across from me, I shook my head no, salted pork was a luxury on the St Maria, usually it was broth and moulded bread that was a hard as iron.

"No, she's been crying since the last man finished with her" I said taking a swing from the mug of ale that rested on the old wooden table

"Take her this, make sure the crew or Andres doesn't find out otherwise it will my back the boson skins tomorrow" Joe said handing me a bowl of broth and bread, I nodded in agreement and walked away from the galley.

I knocked on the cabin door there was no answer, I pushed open the door, the scene that I found made my blood boil over in my veins, and her dress was torn to shreds, her face was bruised as was her neck.

"Wht's yur name" I ask knelling down in front of her, she looks up at me her eyes were scared and shameful, like she felt guilty about what they had done to her had been her fault.

"Isabella" She said looking at me shamefully of what had happened, I handed her the bowl of broth. I made her a promise that I would make the crew and Andres would pay for what they had done, with it was two years later that they paid that debt

I walked alone on the deck of the Viking the only members of the crew that were up on deck were Donavon and Quinn who were on night watch, I stood at the bow of the Viking trying to clear my head on the matter of my older brother whom had shown up out of the blue after twelve years.

I took over the wheel from Quinn who was heading to the galley for his nightly meal; Donavon was tying rigging down at the bow of the Viking. Thick fog fell over the sea making it hard to steer though the water on the trial of the Black Pearl.

The fog had an eerie feel that sent a bad feeling down my spine. I saw a flaming dress flung out into the early morning fog.