The Shield One-Shots Book 3

A Pirate's Life For Me/Ambrollins

**A/N: Hey, guys, I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm trying to figure out if I want to turn this one-shot or the other one I have waiting to be written into a separate book of its own. I'm still trying to figure it out, but honestly, I'm kind of thinking it'll be this one, I kind of really liked the idea when I was writing it. Anyway, let me know what you guys think, who knows :)**

 The heavens unleashed their fury, and the rain pelted down hard from the dark grey clouds that stretched across the sky. The wind howled through the air, churning the normally still waters of the ocean into choppy waves. Beneath the noise of the storm, the small Merchant ship sailed steadily forward, closer to its destination - the well-known prosperous coastal Kingdom of Theoria. The Captain and his crew kept a steady hand on the wheel as they navigated the familiar waters - a journey they had made hundreds of times before.

 Suddenly, a crew member alerted the Captain of a man in the water to their right. The Captain rushed to the edge of the boat to see an old rowboat with a lone man splashing in it frantically. He ordered his men to get close enough for him to grab hold of their rescue rope. As they approached, the man managed to grab hold and pull himself up onto the deck, exhausted and dripping wet. As the Captain turned his back on the stranger he froze in place. His men were being held at gun and sword point by a large group of dirty disgusting Pirates.

 "How is this possible?" The Captain demanded angrily as he turned around to face the stranger they had just rescued but came face to face with a cocked pistol instead. "It's you."

 "That's right, it's me, Captain Dean Ambrose, the most feared and wanted Pirate this side of the Bermuda Triangle." Dean announced proudly as his crew cheered, one of his crew members walked over to him smiling and handed Dean his Captain's hat. "And this is my feared and ruthless crew of misfits and outcasts." He added as his crew cheered again. "And you, sir, are being relieved of your duties as Captain and of your ship."

 "You... you won't get away this, the King will see you all hanged for your crimes." The Captain said angrily.

 "Did you hear that, men?" Dean asked pretending to be scared as his men played along. "To do that, he'd have to know and dead men tell no tales." He added smirking as he pulled the trigger, shooting the Captain in the forehead, killing him instantly. "Take whatever's of value off them, then send them overboard to Davy Jones' locker." He ordered.

 Dean watched with a smirk as his crew quickly followed his orders, he then bent down and began searching the Captain's lifeless body before he kicked it overboard. He then made his way to the Captain's quarters, searching through drawers and cabinets in search of the ship's logbook. As he searched, he heard the door open behind him and turned to see someone blocking the doorway. It was Roman Reigns, Dean's first mate and best friend, standing there with an amused grin on his face.

 "Help me find the damn log book, Ro." Dean said frustrated.

 Roman scoured the drawers of the mahogany desk, his eyes finally widening when he found a small leather-bound book tucked away in the back of the bottom drawer. He presented it to Dean who eagerly opened the document and they both read over the list of merchandise onboard the boat due to arrive in port very soon. Excitement bubbled in their chests as they read the items, and their smiles grew wider.

 "I told you this wasn't a wasted trip, Ro." Dean said happily as he tapped the book. "Let's get this ship turned around and back to our hideout." He ordered smiling as he patted Roman on the back.

 "Aye, aye, Captain." Roman replied smiling too as he left.