Elizabeth Sinclair

Chapter One

Chapter one

Newhaven port

It was believed that The Poseidon's Privateer had sunk in the battle against The Barbaric Hangman. The Poseidon's Privateer's were believed to be a crew so powerful it shook them to the core. The day the myth began, the villagers cheered as if they would never have to encounter them again. But the myth quickly became a legend, and the legend wandered around the globe.

The bottles of rum clanged together as they celebrated another victory. The barkeep crept towards the table, filled with eight carousing privateers. ''Ahoy, me hearties'' His blonde short hair, revealed a strong, tense face which held his lidded amber eyes. His face held a scar that stretched from his left cheek all the way down towards his right sided lip. '''ave ye 'eard about the roamin' legend?'' ''Aye'' One of the pirates answered as they locked eyes. His dark-red dreadlocks, clumsily hanged over his masculine face, but not enough to barricade his sparkling black eyes, and his beard gorgeously complimented his cheekbones.

''That's why we're 'ere'' The rum got banged on the table as he briefly looked around the room before he locked eyes with the barkeep once again ''Where's the lassie?'' His tender voice filled the tavern. ''Excuse me; Lass comin' through'' She immediately drew attention to herself. Maybe it was her brown, shaggy hair which were tied in a bun, that revealed her beautiful face, or her ocean blue eyes, her curved body or the fact that there were a bounty on her head, she couldn't decide which drew more attention towards her.

The Privateers had now flown away from their seats. ''Get 'er!'' With a smirk on her lips she escaped the tavern and ran through the village, luring them towards the harbor ''Yer three sheets to the wind me hearties'' She laughed as she jumped upon the table in front of her, taking out her sword as they came closer. The long, thin, jagged blade were made out of diamond, held by a grip wrapped in rare, dark-brown wolf leather. ''I will not surrender to ye'' she spoke as she were surrounded by the rest of their crew.

As the red haired man drew himself closer to her, he softly spoke. ''Blow me down, ye grown into a bonnie lassie'' Her eyebrow lifted as she studied the mans face. ''Jack?'' She whispered as she jumped down from the table. ''Jack Barlow?'' ''Aye. Where 'ave ye been these last few years?'' '''ere'' She waved her arms. ''Let me guess; ye business is hornswoggle?'' she winked. 'A proper lassie never tells'' It was first now Jack Barlow had realized she had a dress on, which leaved her shoulders mostly uncovered and flowed delicately down into a beautiful jewel neckline, which highlighted her breasts.

He took his arm in hers, and began to walk towards their ship. ''Ye changed much.'' ''I could say the same to ye'' His silky shirt had a narrow v-neck, revealing some of his chest-hair, and his leather pants, shaped his muscular figure perfectly. He had indeed become a man since they last spoke. Walking along the harbor, still in each others arms, she asked. ''So which one is ye bonnie ship?'' ''The Fall of Treasure'' He answered as he walked her onboard. ''Capacity?'' ''80 Men'' ''That there will do'' She smiled as she found her way towards the helm.

''Ye not taking me ship!'' Jack snapped her wrist. ''It's either that there or I'll cleave ye to the brisket'' Her hand were upon her sword, ready to slice him up once and for all. ''Ye know what I'm capable o' buccaneer'' she threatened as she looked him in the eyes. ''Just because ye beat me all them years ago, doesn't mean ye will now lassie'' They drew their swords. ''I'll feed ye to Davy Jones' Locker'' she growled as he attacked her, she quickly counter cut him and kicked his groin, resulting in him falling onto his back. ''Ye done?'' She smirked as she placed her sword against his neck, slightly cutting him. You could clearly see he was lost in though for a moment before answering.

Jack Barlow now knew why people said that there, was plenty to say about Elizabeth Sinclair, but the fact that she's agonizing and provocative is just the tip of the iceberg. Then there's the fact she's also a wanted criminal, shallow and unfriendly, but fortunately they're mixed with behaviors of being courteous as well.
But focus on her as this was why she was often despised. Plenty of days have been ruined because of this and her deviousness, but different strokes for different Privateers, he had also heard she were as bonnie as a lassie could be, deceiving you with her looks, that she were determined and compassionate, protective of her kind, observant and comforting.