Chapter One
Klovelle was waiting, waiting for the day. Her time would soon come, she just knew it. She couldn't last here forever. Her face brightened as a bird sat, perched on her window.
Will they still be the same? She mused. Unfulfilled dreams loitering in her mind - they kept her alive; the thought of what she would do when she escaped her - unsanitary - chambers. In her dreams; she was free. She could practically taste the fresh air: it was salty, by the seaside, the only place in her memory that remained untainted ad undoubted.
The bird flew away from her window; it was not a window at all, in fact. It was a rotting wooden grid on the street above her. Filth and dirty water fell through every time it rained. She could smell the fragment of coming heavy rain, a storm. Her fate was sealed, if she did not escape soon.
I will be free She thought - she prophesied.
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The wind picked up, filling the sails. The Black Dawn sped up considerably; Tatenda turned the wheel, setting their course. He reveled in the breeze, he loved the smell of it, the taste, it smelled of freedom.
The pirates that had raided the abandoned castle five years beforehand had spared him. He was but a boy then.
"Aaah, Tatenda. A fine evening to attack the enemy of France, oui?" The Captain asked his opinion, he could but nod. His eyes raked over the ship. The Black Dawn was as much Tatenda's pride and joy as it was Captain Therié's (pronounced Ther-i-ay): Triple decked, ninety guns, a goose-neck mast for speed and accurate turning in a storm, and it flew the flag of France.
Tatenda himself: was born in Singapore, of a Jamaican woman, adopted by his uncle and lived to become Quartermaster and best living friend of the dreaded Captain Therrié himself.
“Your silence is comforting, old friend. Sometimes I wonder if you’re still afraid of me.” Edmond Therrié spoke once more, chuckling to himself. Tatenda simply laughed in response, a deep throaty laugh, his chest rumbling.
“I’m sorry to say, that this is not the case mon.” He replied I a thick accent, bringing a smile to his friend’s face.
“That it is. It is indeed, a fine evening to trample the enemy of France.”
A/N: I know it's small again. But fear not, the next chapter will be longer :D
Klovelle <3
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RomanceTatenda is a Jamaican prince, but no-body knows that, so why complicate things? Klovelle is an African slavegirl, that got herself behind bars, or, under them, by switching roles with a princess for one day. The two collide, fireworks explode, peop...
