The sound of waves crashing against the ship as the sun shined bright onto the crew. Eli was walking about the deck making sure everyone was working well whilst Mabel kept control of the helm sailing towards Tortuga. She hadn't the slightest idea where Clara was, but if she was going to make amends for what she had done, it would be taking control over the place that screwed everything up.
"Eli, come take the helm, were almost there!" Mabel shouted down at the deck, the island was in view and this time Mabel wasn't going to use a distraction such as a storm. It required to much of her focus. Once Eli took the helm and they were a decent way close to the island she dove off the side of the ship and began swimming to shore. It looked like the brits had came by with a fresh supply of men over the past month.
Walking onto the beach Mabel drew her swords and began running towards two guards that were guarding the entrance. They froze got ready to attack, but it was to late, Mabel had already sliced her swords over their necks before running into the corn field. It was much taller now so she didn't have to worry about crouching down. Making her way to the bell she quickly disarmed it whilst one guard wasn't looking before running at them and stabbing her sword through their back tackling them into a corn field so their body would be out of sight.
Searching the body for any keys and finding none she grabbed two throwing knives she had and looked up at the guard in the watch tower. Once he had turned to face where she was she threw the first knife. Even if she had missed she used her magic to make sure it hit its mark right into his neck stopping his wind pipe and ultimately killing him. She then made her way about the area killing off the guards one by one tell there was none left. She finally got the key off the final one she killed and quickly made her way to the storage chest. Using her magic she made them float up and make their way to the docs.
"Those of you that were put into slavery, you are all now free! Use your freedom however you will!" She yelled at the slaves that were watching everything she was doing with fright. Finally everything was set up she whistled and waved making a small flame in her hands as a signal for them to bring in small boats. Once the crew had came and got the supplies she then made her way to the flag pole and switched it out with a black one, one of her crewmen handed her. This was now territory of the pirates.
Smiling she then disembarked on one of the row boats and watched her crewmen silently. "Are you happy to be back out at sea?" She asked.
"Aye captain, Some of us think sailing with a women is bad luck. But how I see it, you saved us from being hung. If that isn't good luck I don't know what is."
Mabel smiled before they got pulled up onto the ship.
Finally, with all that done Mabel could finally search for Clara, with a guiltless conscious. Setting sail once more Mabel let Eli take the helm while she went down into her captains cabin. It looked a lot better, with a bed on the right side, the desk, the map table, it resembled Clara's very similarly, but it was larger and had a couple ship figurines.
Looking on her desk Mabel had found a note, from Eli: Captain, Whilst the ship was being remodeled I took the liberty to go through and check out our artillery, our armor, and our crew. Yes we have some of the best gear on the seven seas to date, but there is still room for improvement. Here is the list of supplies we need in order to upgrade our ship to its fullest potential.
The list went on with a range of numbers and names of materials. Next to it was another letter this one had much nicer hand writing: Mabel, meet me off the coast of San Salvador, don't keep me waiting. C
Mabel sat the letters down and made her way back up to the helm. The sun was now beginning to set as the cool ocean breeze brushed against the crews skin. "Change our headed, were going to San Salvador."
"Aye!" Eli spun the helm and the ship quickly changed direction. "We'll be there by mid day tomorrow captain."
"Good, I'm going to going to get some rest. Come get me if something comes up." Mabel turned and went back down the stairs shutting the captains doors and locking them before taking off her jacket and her weapons and lying down in bed, passing out cold soon after.
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.
