The Captain of the Black Dragon

Chapter five: "P"

~Now~
I sat alone in a dining room that smelt of moth balls and tea. This definitely smelt of a place my brother ran. I guess the odor isn't as bad as the situation I'm in- Being half tied to a chair and all...
My arm stung and I wished that someone would come in with cool water to heal it. But maybe it will just burn on forever until the skin deteriorates.
Shit, I could really use Domo's help right now...
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~Then~
"Are you even a pirate, dear sister?
"Don't fucking call me yer sister. And if I were a marked one, I'd tell Ye."
He grinned. "Oh good- we have some business to take care of~"
I narrowed my eyes. "..what d'ye mean..?"
"Grab her." My Brother said, and spun on his heal. "No!!" A few of my crew members screamed. They would've helped me- but some sailors from my brother's crew held them back. Two men wearing red and white English uniforms grabbed me by the arms and drug me across the planks.
Oh, how I would love to kick them in the shins and dive into the deep~
But that would be too soon and make things worse. This is my brother we're talking about... Rick Morgan-Smithstead. A man who couldn't handle his own words.
I remember when he first began his training to be in the English trading company... Actually...I remember the day he told me he would participate in such activities...
*Flashback*
Rick and I were sitting at a table in a pub just a mere half mile from the docks. I had just taken over the Black Dragon less than a month ago- and I'm already getting the hang of calling it mine. Rick and I were celebrating his 17th birthday tonight- by drinking...
"I'll take a mug of wine!" Rick beamed at the tavern-keeper.
"I'll have a rum." I said, looking away. Man, I hate talking to people...
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We were in front of the Black Dragon, ready for him to go home and me off to sea. The moon shone on our faces.
"Kahtarina, I have something I need to get off my chest. Since m-mother died... You're the only one in the family I think I can tell."
"Alright..."
"I'm going into the navy and helping sail to the Caribbean."
I stared blankly into his eyes. "What?"
"I knew you'd be upset..."
"I'm not upset... I just-"
"You're just a filthy pirate- you are! I don't want anything good to come to or from you!"
"..."
He left, leaving me with tears at the brim of my eyes and a cold heart.
"If I'm a filthy pirate, then maybe I should just die in hell." I muttered.
*End Flashback*
They drug me into a room that looks like an all white dining room filled with maps and fine china plates. They tied me to a chair, and one of the men spat in my face.
I wanted to wipe off the spit, but I couldn't move a muscle. "Die in hell!!" I yelled. The man that spit at me turned to look my way. " look a'here; you betta shut your damn mouth or I'll make sure the sensation burns worse than it should." He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and watched them leave the room. No way in hell are they gonna burn me.
About fifteen minutes later... The door to the room opened and in came my brother and a man who had a steel rod with a burning end in his hand. The burning end had the letter "P". It was something to brand any pirate that sailed the seas.
I lifeted my chin up and began speaking. "So, Rick. Is his how much ye've let yerself go? Branding yer own sister, eh?"
"Well she's a pirate. And after this- I'll be sending you and your crew to the dungeons of Stonepeak, England- The place for the most irritable, and scumbag of pirates. After I brand you of course~" his English accent lingered on his poisoned tongue.
I scoffed. "The only way I'd be in a dungeon is if I sent ye to hell- and joined ye and the devil for a cup of tea!!"
He grinned sickly. "Do it."
The man that walked in the room with my brother walked up to me, with a smile that looked as if it could choke children. He began chuckling as I squirmed about.
"STOP MOVING!" My brother screamed, like a child who had just gotten their wooden toy taken from them.
I stopped, and accepted what was about to happen. My face twisted into the worst face (scowl) I could make. The man stuck the burning steel to my left forearm and I hissed in pain. At least I am a branded pirate...?
The area around the letter "P" began to become red, and the man removed the steel rod.
"Alright, I'll untie you later- but you have to follow me. We will go below deck and there, I will put you in our prison-like chambers. Then, we will take your crew-and we're off!!~" my brother spun on his heal and laughed like a man who just won a bar boasting. Ugh I hate him so much.
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~Now~
Shit, I could really use Domo's help right now...
I looked at the now engraved "P" on my arm. It looked weird...but it looked as if it...belonged? It was welping and had a red outline. And shit, did it sting.
I looked up at a screeching sound- and saw the door to the room open. In came a man I haven't seen before. He looked like he was not happy with me being here, and I'm sure he had sympathy for me and my crew. In fact, I saw it in his eyes.
I scowled at him, and he slightly grinned. "Look, I'm 'ere to help."
I raised a brow at him. He rolled his eyes, and slid up his sleeve. There, was a matching "P" to mine. "I was marked as well, see? Look, I don't want any trouble... So here's the plan........"
I smiled mischievously as he told me what to do. This man. This man should be on my crew.