Chapter One: Introductions, huh?
Ten years.
Ten bloody years I've been stuck on this lousy rust bucket. Not that I can truly complain, the crew might still try and kill me any day now. That, I admit, would be interesting, but I honestly couldn't be assed to even try and escape. Why, some may ask?
Well, for one, we're in the middle of the bloody ocean. The second was that we'd been taken by force into this pirate crew when me and my sisters were, well, not that mature. Me, at the age of six: Kathryn, at the age of eleven, and finally the eldest and, as she put it, wisest of us, Pearl. She wasn't really the wisest of us, but I humored her a majority of the time. She'd walk up to me, and the first words out of her mouth would be rules.
'Try and be polite, Emmeline, don't be rude to the Captain, and obey all orders anyone gives you unless I intervene'.
Like I'd bother with that type of sh-t. What did you expect me to say, 'Oh, please pardon my language, Darling~! I don't know what came over me, my dears~'. Yeah right. I'll leave the sucking up to Kathryn, that kind of disrespectful act is more her thing. 'Oh John, you're such a gentleman~! Ah, Peter, that was mighty fine sword-fighting you were doing there~!'. Yeah, she pretty much specialises in kissing the arses of the crew. 'Specially the First mate, John. It was pretty f-cking cringy.
Oh, crap, where was I? Oh yeah, the 'ten years' stuff. Ten years aboard the 'Kraken's den', as Cap'n Ricky' liked to call it. I mean, sure, he was the Captain and we were his crew, but that was a pretty sh-t name for a pirate ship. I've already thought of hundreds of pirate ships' names better than that one. . . I just can't remember them at the minute.
So, yeah, the name's Emmeline Gully Hayson. I'm sixteen, an' I've been trapped on a pirate ship for ten years. I want to tell you dumbasses a story, and now's as good of a time as any.
Let's do this.
