A Pirate's Life For Me (TMNT AU)

Chapter Three

"Me? Well, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you got to look out for, because you never know when they are about to do something incredibly... Stupid..." - Jack Sparrow, CotBP

Chapter Three: Prison

Lou Hamato - captain, if you like - sat against the wall, silently in the cobblestone prison cell. Moisture dripped down the walls and mould littered the floor and cross hatched bars. She was in the farthest cell, squared bars were in front of her and to her left, where a small group of ruffians were trying to woo her while the others were failing to cheer a guard dog over; he held a chain of keys in his mouth.

Unfortunately, the pirate captain was stripped from her affects, even her hat and trenchcoat, and broken buttons on her shirt made it impossible not to show a cleavage. She eyed her hat with the prisoner belongings table warily. She liked her hat.

"Come on, poppet! Be good lassy an' come ta' daddy!"

Lou could not resist the urge to roll her eyes boredly. As soon as she was marooned into the prison and saw the scoundrels, she hated them at first glance: there was a sexually frustrated, lustful look in their eyes like a savage animal.

"If you keep doing that, it is neva' going ta' work..." She slurred, emotionlessly, but low, hoping to extract some form of intimidation from the freaks, but her efforts were in vain.

"Well fa'giv us fa' still havn' a little dignity left an' not wantin' ta' succumb ta' God!" One man, calling the dog, snapped at Lou. The man had a point, even though her statement wasn't directed towards them.

She smirked in bemusement and looked away, anywhere above her mouth shadowed and hard to see; she thought it made her look creepy. It probably did because the rapists backed off and fell silent.

Louise Hamato Teague didn't always use intimidation, usually flirting, but in that case, she would have called a Pirate Lord meeting, voted a random 'stranger' that she owes money to be Pirate King and persuade them to declare war over the... Kraken!

Instead of looking to what the inbred-looking men were doing, Lou decided to start whistling an ancient pirate song to herself: Hoist the Colours. She had heard her father humming it to himself, more and more often, until she had mesmerised the entire tune.

At the thought of her father, Lou's mood darkened, she had stopped whistling and she had directed her entire gaze of bottled fury into the wall. She clenched her black-gloved hand and felt her nails digging into the skin to where they drew blood, but she didn't care. 'Suffer'd worse' she would shrug off a serious injury or sickness as if it was nothing, which, almost, had got her killed.

"Dangerous song t'be singin', luv." The drunken freak from earlier purred with a lustful smirk as he gazed at Lou's cleavage.  This time, she actually whirled her face around to meet the man's, irritation in her salty, sea eyes.

"I know that, mate!" She growled and turned away from him, sitting up strait, sticking her chin in the air and crossing her arms, childishly, as if she was a spoiled... child.

"Feisty one, she is..." Another drunk slurred, even worse than she always did. "I like that..."

"You're damn lucky that we're apart, or you'd 'av been in Purple Dragons' Locker hours ago..." Lou growled and bit her lip to stop herself from doing just that.

A piece of glinting metal caught Lou's eye and she turned around to face the prisoner belongings table. It was, ironically and such a cliche, or could be just in her reach. She stood up and walked over to the furthest corner of the cell and reached her arm through. All she needed was her hat. And compass. And trenchcoat. And cutlass, pretty much everything they took away...