Narcissa Barbossa: Dead Men Tell No Tales

A Mystery Uncovered

It was eerily quiet as the Flying Dutchman sailed through the fog. At the helm stood a young woman with red hair. A monkey was on her shoulder and her sea blue eyes were keen. Next to her was a tall grizzled man with grey hair and green eyes.

As they at last came out of the fog Captain Narcissa Davis took out a spy glass pointing it in the direction of the oncoming shipwreck. The ship might have once been nice but it was nearly entirely destroyed with holes and splintered wood. She could vaguely make out the forms of dead bodies on the deck.

"What do you think Mister Flint?" Narcissa asked her first mate handing him the glass.

"The same as the others, a complete massacre."

"Seven times Flint. We'd better hope we have some survivors to tell us what the hell is happening."

"That would be preferable," the older man agreed. Narcissa turned to the rest of her crew.

"All right! You lot know the drill! Over to the ship, find any survivors, and if the latter is true bring them to the deck!" Without question the crew immediately jumped into action. Narcissa was pleased with the mostly seamless way her crew worked. A little while later a crew member waved a red scarf. Narcissa checked her nurse's watch which hung round her neck along with the Aztec medallion.

"Seven minutes, I'd say that's a record." She and Flint walked over the plank layed between the two ships and onto the deck of the ruined boat. Narcissa picked her way through the bodies, careful not to tread on them. Even corpses deserved respect.

"We've found two Captain," said one ruddy faced crew member.

"About damn time," she muttered before saying more loudly "Thank you Mister Rush." Narcissa turned to gaze at the two men. The first was a men dressed in black with the white dog collar of a priest. The man had dark hair and his eyes were hazy with fear and defiance as he clutched a rosary.

"Back you she-devil from hell!" he called. Narcissa remained unfazed.

"Well, I can't say I'm from heaven but hell's a bit far," she quipped as she stared down at him. "Now I do have a question for you if..."

"No! I will not listen to your poisoned words! You have defied the law of god in your survival and I shall not be tempted by you." Narcissa sighed it seemed her reputation as an undead pirate Captain proceeded her.

"You aren't getting anything out of that one Captain," said Flint glaring at the man who had insulted his Captain.

"Fair enough," agreed Narcissa she took out a knife and held it to the man's throat.

"I admire your dedication to your beliefs and you commitment in the face of death. But I don't stand with being insulted." she swiftly slit the man's throat and his body collapsed.

Narcissa now turned to look at the second soul she had believed him a man at first glance but looking closer he was simply a boy of no more than 14 if that. He had light brown hair and his brown eyes were wide. There was also a slit deep in his stomach which was clearly the cause of death the flow of blood stemmed by the temporary limbo imposed by the Dutchman.

Narcissa felt her heart (metaphorically speaking) go out to the poor child who was curled up in a corner with two of the Dutchman's men on either side of him. She sighed.

"Back off lads," she ordered. The men stepped away and she moved closer. The boy winced still shrinking away. Narcissa knelt on one knee removing her wide brimmed hat so she no longer towered over the boy.

"I'm not going to hurt you dear," she said softly. The boy still looked slightly scared and suspicious.

"What's your name?" she said her tone still gentle.