The warmth rushed over the girl as she stepped into the warm bath. She was in the captains quarters, it was relatively organized, with a map on the desk in the middle of the room. To the left of the map was a another room where the captain's bed was. To the right was a book shelf and behind that was the bathtub. Just behind the map towards the back of the ship where the windows were was the captains desk.
Not to long after the girl got into the bath the water was already turning brown from all the dirt. Grabbing a sponge she began rubbing her skin roughly and thoroughly tell she was completely spotless. Her pale fair skin was finally visible as she got some fresh water and began scrubbing her hair.
After some time the girl got out of the now filthy tub and grabbed the clothes the captain had handed to her. They were tall black boots that went up to just below her knees. The laces in the boots were purple. Grabbing the corset that matched the boots she wrapped it around her torso and tightened it some. It was still quite loose and she would need the help of the captain to get it to tighten completely. Then she slid on the underwear given to her, then the shorts. Soon the girl heard the sound of the door shutting and then the girl pirate peeked her head around the bookshelf.
"Need some help with that, lass?" She asked her Irish accent still as thick as ever. The girl nodded moving her black hair over her shoulder out of the way. "My names Clara Ripper, you can call me Clara. You must be Mabel Bruce, the famous witch of the Caribbean." She tightened the strings on the corset which caused Mabel to squeak some from the pressure. Looking down her bussoms were quite revealed which caused her to be slightly embarrassed.
"More like infamous," Mabel groaned as Clara grabbed the black and purple Pirate coat and put it on her.
"Well, setting the royal navy's ships ablaze, sinking ships with storms and even chasing after Blackbeard himself for us pirates that's some pretty cool, shite." Clara smiled. "I got you weapons on my desk, not that you need them, there's also some food down in the kitchen, I recommend you go eat your fill."
Mabel nods, "How did you find me, and why?" Clara turned around the door was slightly open as she was beginning to exit.
"Your searching for Blackbeard, and so am I. He's my father." WIth that she left the room shutting the door behind her. Mabel went to the desk and tied the belt with the sword holsters to her waist before grabbing the guns and putting them in her jackets inner pockets. Once she had all the weapons equipped she stepped out of the captains quarters, the gentle breeze cooling off the ship as the sun shined harshly above. Looking over the ship out at the water, it was nice and turquoise with the sound of the waves gently sloshing against the ship. This was the reason people wanted to be at sea, Turning and going down the stairs from the deck to the kitchen Mabel looked about the storage floor of the ship. As she made her way through the ship towards the smell of food. Finding the chefs kitchen she smiled at the man as he sat a plate of bread and soup on the table in front of her.
"Good to see your looking better, the captain has been on the hunt for you for a long time." The chef said watching Mabel dig into the food. Burping softly as she finished eating she looked up at the chef and smiled.
"That was really good thank you, yeah I heard she's searching for her father." Mabel stood up and handed the chef the dirty dishes.
"Well hopefully you can," With that the chef turned around and Mabel made her way back to the deck. The crew had begun singing a sea shanty as they worked. Mabel walked up to the upper deck where the helm was. The Helmsmen was sitting at the wheel making sure the ship kept a steady course strait ahead.
"Where are we going?" Mabel asked as she walked over to Clara, the quartermaster standing next to her. "Nassau, for supplies. Mabel meet my quartermaster Samuel Goodwin."
"Pleasure to meet you, miss." Samuel said bowing his head towards Mabel, Mabel did it back before turning and looking ahead.
"And where are we now?"
"Near the Bahamas, not to far away but still a reasonable distance."
Mabel nodded and looked out at the sea, islands were visible off in the distance as the crew continued to sing about what they would do with a drunken sailor.
YOU ARE READING
Magic in the Caribbean
Historical FictionThe year is 1745 the time of sailing the seven seas is now. A British Naval ship off the coast of Cuba has seized a young woman, making its way back to Britain with the captured girl, but what they did not realize, was that they had all been played.