Stories Of An Average Dream

The Sailor's Curse

Published Apr 06 2016

~The era of piracy in the Caribbean started in the 16th century and died out in the 1830s~

Looking out in front of me, blue-greenish water hits the carefully carved wood. My hands lay softly on the helm of my most prized possession, my ship. The finest in the ocean. 

I remember the day I got her like it was yesterday, only a little girl at the age of fourteen. It was my birthday when I woke up on an average summer day in London. I ran down the stairs almost running into one of the servants. To my surprize a beautiful black Arabian stallion standing below the porch stairs. Next to the tall, mighty horse stood my best friend, Luke. Later on this uneventful, parent forgetting it's my birthday day, my father's best butler walked me down to the docks. There we stood in front of a very large ship with the most beautiful carvings. Domovoi, the butler, handed me a letter. A letter from the one and only Prince Ashton.

To my loving cousin, Kathrina

My mother asked me what I would wish for on my sixteenth year. You know what I said to her? I said ' I wish for a beautiful vessel with the best carvings money can buy'. I didn't want that for myself because I am aware that you love sailing the sea. Here it is, your very own ship. You are to come to the castle for a month for captain training in two days time. I can't wait to see you, love.

Prince Ashton

"Captain Kate!" one of my crew yells from across deck. "These young men are commanding to board, Madam." I stop looking at the blue sky in front of me and then I look at one of my scruffy looking men.

"Yeah, let them board." I say nonchalantly. Two men walk across the wooden beam. Both look very sharp in their high commanding uniforms. The shorter man slipped his hat off in a quick motion, I know exactly who he is.

"Prince Ashton! What an honor it is for you to be still standing considering I'm in a good mood." I smirk and give him a large hug.

"Ha, ha. I know who you are pirate." He quickly grabs my sword and tosses it to the tall man next to him.

"What do you want?'' I pull my dagger to his neck all cocky like. "Why cross paths with the most ruthless pirates that roam the seas, and how dare you command to come aboard the Neverland." 

"Take that away from the prince's neck!" the tall man sreeked, "Or else."

"Or else what?" I pull the dagger on him instead, but he unexpecting moved faster than I thought he would. He was not fast enough. I bring my right hand to my left wrist. The pain is shooting through me veins. Blood started to flow out of the wound.

"MICHAEL, that was unnecessary!" Ashton shouts at his 'boy' in anger.

My crew now targeting Micheal. Oh fuck. "It's fine. I'm going to wash up." I announce to my crew then look at Michael. "Nice try but it takes a lot more to kill me boy. We will eat in the celebration of my cousin capability to find us and to discover why he is here." The last part I speak to my crew again.

I took a quick bath in last week's water, washing the blood away from my wrist. The water thing, people might think is gross but we wish not to waste.

The air is cold as I stand up from the dirty, bloody water. Humming a tune, searching for a towel. Right before a grab the towel, the door swings open and a confused Michael stands in the doorway. Looking up and down my naked body, forgetting where he was. 

"What the hell!" I wrap myself in the towel.

"Sorry, sorry!" He covers his eye, hitting his head on the door making it lock. Just great.

"Since you are in here, hand me those clothes." I mumble as I shuffle behind my dressing screen. "So is there a reason why you barged in here?"

"Prince Ashton asked to check on you." Michael turned around tossing me the clothes. He must of been looking at my things that lay in my bookshelf because as soon as I walked out from behind screen he turned quickly to face me. I throw my very long black hair into a messy bun and head to the door.

"Well then, shall we go join him below deck? My boys can't wait tell they eat. We haven't eaten in days but it seems so much longer than that." Most captains eat all the food while their crew starves. But on the Neverland, if the crew doesn't eat then I don't eat.

Michael and I walk down the creaking stairs to the dining/housing deck. I don't know if I should trust this Michael guy, it's sad to say the same for Ashton. He is going to be King of a country that I can't even port in. Why is he here? Is he here to arrest my crew and I? I would rather die before that will ever happen. 

I sit down at the head of the table across from the man that could hang me for piratice, luckily I'm not afraid of that. "How is your wrist feeling?" Ashton taps his own wrist. "And do you think not to dress up when eating with a royal?" 

"Like it never happened. For you? To dress up? Ha, don't make me laugh." I roll my eyes, "Would you like me to?" I rise an eyebrow. 

"It would be pleasant." The Prince smerks. This is the moment to show him that he has no power out here. Show him who I've become. "What happened to you? I remember you use to always dress up."

"Lots have changed since then." I stand up from my seat,  and snip my fingers. A cloud of blackness covers my body, as it disappears a short black elegant dress appears on my body. The dress hugs all of the right places. "Better?" His face looks like someone shoved a sword up his arss. 

"Mu...Ma..Magic! You used magic!" is all that came out of Ashton's mouth.

"Prince, I know she is family but magic is forbidden." Michael looks at his prince. "We have to arrest her by law."

Ashton tried to gather himself together. "Look that's really cool but Michael is right. It's forbidden so you should not do any thing like that at the ball." 

I almost choke on the glass of rum I just took a sip of. "A what?"

To Be Continued