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Warning: There is swearing. And lots of it.
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"LINE UP THE PRISONERS!" A man with blonde, shaggy hair, the greenest eyes known to mankind, and the largest eyebrows you've ever seen. They looked like big, hairy, caterpillars. I was dragged to my feet, hands tied behind my back. I stood up straight and placed a scowl on my face as I stood next to my captain. How did I get into this situation, you ask? Well, I think we should start at the beginning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back Story, Yes it is important ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I used to be the slave of Maria, an elderly woman. She practically raised me, but I was still her slave. I was the perfect slave. I did everything without question. She treated me like a boy. Got me trained in sword fighting, gun shooting, and hand to hand combat. She also trained me in etiquette, dancing, and music playing. She was a widower, so I was her daughter, son, and companion. When she died her will stated that I was free, and the house and surrounding property, along with all her belongings, were mine. I sold all of the things, traded my dresses and skirt for pants and shirts. I called myself “Blade” for my expertise in any type of blade. I cut my (F/C) hair short in a boy’s cut. I wrapped my chest and got a job on a merchant ship. About a year later they found out about me being a girl. I told them my real name, and they only called me Blade at the ports, and when we came in contact with pirates, or the navy. You know how they say having a woman on your ship is bad luck? Well so for it’s been nothing but good luck. And that brings me to the present, our ship has been attacked by Pirates, and the captain is deciding if we live or die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of back Story. Thanks for reading it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pirate captain walks down the line, examining each and every one of us. He stops at my captain.
"So, you are the captain of this vessel" He inquires. "I am Captain Arthur Kirkland of the Bloody Mary."
"What do you want from us? You've already plundered our ship. And killed most of the crew." My Captain replies.
"It's simple, the men that survived are the strongest, and would make a great addition to my crew."
"And if they refuse?"
"Then to Davey Jones' locker they go." Kirkland chuckles. He moves from the captain to me. His eyes pierce every part of me, analyzing and seeing how fit I am. I have stringy muscle, I am not bulky. He looks at me in slight confusion. "How is it that someone so weak, is among the survivors?"
"I may look weak, but I've a few tricks up my sleeve." I say in my British accent. My (F/C) eyes glowing with hate and mischief. He smiles and leans in close, I can feel his breath on my ear. Before he can do anything... perverted, I jump up and kick his face up, and then I spin, midair, and kick his face to the side. My blows are powerful and he stumbles back. He growls at me and reaches for his sword, only to find it missing. While I kicked his sorry ass, I skillfully pickpocketed his sword and used it to free my hands. I smirk devilishly.
"GET ME A SWORD!" he growls at one of his crewmen. They all scramble to get him a sword. I free my captain's hands and he begins freeing the man beside him. "You miserable wretch. I'll show you who's boss!"
