April 7, 1651.
Let's see, what can summarize today in the simplest form of words? Ah yes, a common word used on the sea: Pirates. And not your ordinary crew of pirates.
We had only been at sea for maybe, what, up until evening time? We hadn't even reached Andrea's Island, and right out of what seemed like nowhere, came this other ship! The captain called all members on deck, and we were to engage warfare. I was inside the living quarters though, alongside Davenport. We were talking about how unusually rocky the ship was sailing, until the door that lead to our quarters suddenly burst open, showing a child who appeared to be around ten years old, and had what appeared to be a satchel filled with pocket knives. As I grabbed for my sword and Davenport his axe, the kid threw a knife right at Davenport's stomach, and another knife right towards my ear, making a small yet painful cut on my ear.
"You're coming with us!" He yelled, holding more knives out, seemingly ready to strike.
"Oh yeah? You and what army?" I snarled back. For god's sake, I was a decade older than this damn runt! I wasn't going to let myself fall under him!
"I'll take it from here, Brute, but good job with your knife throwing abilities. You're getting better by the day." A woman exchanged positions with the kid, and she had more than just knives. She had a sword as long as a man's leg, and a gun on each side of her hip, being held by a belt. At least she had a better looking outfit then the captain, the color on her jacket and pants worked well against each other. As she examined us and Davenport, I managed to lock eyes with her, horrified of what was going on, and I swear to god, she winked at me, frightening me for a second. She then glared at Davenport, and proceeded to yell to whoever was upstairs.
"We got two more Frenches! Ha, Monologue, get them upstairs with the rest of those french men."
A voice that I did not recognize responded with a simple "Yes, Vile."
With that, this "Vile" walked back up the stairs, and another woman came down the stairs and shoved us up to the sun deck, where we were surprised by the rest of the crew being lined up and forced on their knees, surrounded by a group of unusually dressed army, which was surprisingly made up of several women too. There was also another boat beside ours, which seemed well maintained, while ours seemed terribly wrecked. The woman pushed us down among side them, and all we could do was sit and listen.
"You won't get away with this, you damn scoundrels! The authorities, they'll realize we haven't made it-" The captain barked at the female who was apparently called "Vile." However, she cut him off and spat directly on his face.
"You're a funny man. I hate to break it to you, but I've already gotten away with it." She spoke in a rather devilish tone, and lifted her sword up to the captain's neck, though turning away to face her crew. "So Brute, what's on this frigate?"
"I apologize, but there's nothing of our use except for money here. They have very little rum, barely any sugar, some lumber, and 2,000 reales." The kid who had previously apprehended us stood out of the crowd and spoke.
"You've got to be shitting me. Where the hell were you folks planning on heading anyway, with barely anything aboard?" Vile turned back and glared at the captain, seemingly now angered.
"Why the hell would I dare tell someone as low as you?" He barked back.
"Heh, fine then." Vile smirked, and with a swift motion of her hand, she had decapitated the captain, and many of my crew mates screamed in response. "So, anyone else want to join him?" She stared directly at me for a moment, then fixated her gaze on what she considered "Frenches."
"What'll we do of them?" The child snorted, and glared aggressively at us. "It was a waste of time."
"I have this under control Brute, don't worry. Here's your decision, folks," She clapped her hands and had her soldiers get us all to stand up, and then they backed away from us. "You want to join us? Stand to the right. Want to go back home? Stand to the left."
"What? Why do we need more crew members?" Brute whispered to Vile.
"The more the merrier, my dear boy." She ruffled his hair and turned her attention back to the crew members.
Most of the crew proceeded to move to the right of the ship, including Davenport, while I was the only one who stayed to the left.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing? Are you asking to die?!" He whispered, though I didn't care about my life.
"I don't know about you, but I'd prefer to be dead than work for a pirate." I growled and stayed in my position on the left side of the boat.
"Alright, Brute, get your group to lead the french into our ship, and I'll deal with this guy." Vile walked towards me while everyone walked to the pirate ship.
"So, you want go back home, huh?" She circled around me, glaring straight into my eyes, or maybe my soul.
"Piracy is a life of being on the run, being a ruthless criminal. I'd prefer not to join your kind." I tried to keep calm, but how could I? She had so easily cut the head off the captain, how could I not worry about her killing me?
"Hah! You actually thought you had a choice!" She placed her hand on my shoulder and laughed. "You have no say in anything. Especially not in your position, Mr. Scrubber. Say, what's your name?" She walked me towards the other ship.
"My name is Hades, and you are?"
"Captain Vile. Don't forget it now, or I'll through you overboard! Heh, kidding. But seriously don't forget my damn name. Now, time for you to get to work, the deck has yet to be cleaned Mr. Hades!"
"Wait, you're captain?!" I had never heard or seen a female captain. This was terribly new to me.
"Who the hell were you expecting, the kid to be captain?" She suddenly became rather harsh in tone.
"...nevermind."
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So now I'm stuck on a pirate ship, and my main job is to clean a damn deck. It's worse than cleaning the poopdeck: the captain will come around and purposely create accidents that take me what feels like a year to clean up. Well, atleast I'm not dead yet, as Davenport points out. But good grief, I wanted to be fighting on the seas for France, not for some random terrifying lady! Meh, I've still got this journal, I guess that's something.
