English Countess • Pirates Of The Caribbean (ENG)

CHAPTER III

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CHAPTER III: Captain's fist mate.

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The pirate ship was much different from the ship she had sailed on, and from all the ships she had ever seen. Black Pearl's sails were as dark as a moonless night, and the hull had been painted the same color. This legendary ship was every inch a pirate ship. It wasn't an elegant British Navy vessel, but there was something about its appearance that caught the eye.

When Danielle boarded the Black Pearl, she never expected that ship to be her prison for days. Everything seemed to indicate that she would make a deal with the pirates and be free. Unfortunately, there was one small problem, but more on that later.

The crew of the Black Pearl were really... pirate. For the first time in her life, Danielle had contact with pirates (except for those who ended up with nooses around their necks), but even so, she knew that they were probably the worst of the worst. They didn't seem very pleasant, and after meeting one of them in the beginning, she had little hope that the rest of the crew would be any better than him. While their captain seemed like a complete idiot, his crew and this Hector didn't look like one. Well, at least most of them.

"Hello, cutie! Were you pleasant company for that crew?" shouted one of them at the cannon, and some of his companions whistled and laughed unpleasantly. "We will gladly not despise your presence."

Danielle narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin, using all her willpower to keep from throwing out words that might do her some harm. If the negotiations had to go well, she couldn't upset anyone.

"Koehler, come on, she's not a whore. See her clothes??" The other pirate, who was also helping him with the cannons, nudged him.

"Twigg, take it easy." He rolled his dark eyes. "Maybe those bastards just preferred a pretty whore in nice clothes." He shrugged, then looked back at Danielle, who turned her head under his unpleasant gaze.

"She doesn't carry herself like a whore," replied his companion, also piercing her with his eyes. He had a scar on the left side of his face and a bushy brown beard. "She dresses like a lady. I think she's an aristocrat."

"A whore, a lady, whatever, she's still a woman, and women are..."

"Go back to work!" shouted suddenly, a pirate in a sumptuous hat following her, making her jump startled at his voice. "Move." He pushed her forward toward the captain's cabin.

They both stopped, however, hearing screams and curses behind them. Interested, Danielle turned around, only to see the two pirates holding her... her maid.

She looked terrible. Her dark hair was blown in all directions, and her dress was worn and stained with blood. She struggled, screamed and cried to get out of their tight embrace. All for nothing.

"What shall we do with her?" asked one of the men holding her. The maid stopped struggling so much, losing strength, fortunately for the pirates. Unpleasant shivers ran down Danielle's spine. If she fails to negotiate her freedom, she may end up like her.

"To the brig. The cap'n doesn't have time for that right now," Hector replied indifferently and shoved Sheldon again towards the captain's cabin.

"Miss Sheldon!" The maid, surprised, finally noticed the girl as she slowly walked forward. Pretending not to hear her, she didn't turn to face her, though her heart clenched painfully. Only she mattered now. "Ma'am, help me! I beg!" she screamed as she went under the sleeper, and Danielle continued to ignore her.