The Black Rose Pirates

The Princess and The King

Rabia

"And lastly, Rabia. Age 20. Captain of the Black Rose Pirates."

So here we are, lined up for our mug shots as our charges were being called. "These people are charged of trespassing, stealing from markets and palace treasury, looting from ships, and recently attacking a cargo ship." We were lead to our prison cells and I shared a cell with Marysa.

She said, "Your last name wasn't mentioned."

I replied, "I don't have one. My family won't and can't own me anymore. I don't want to have anything to do with my family."

"Why?"

"They're too restricting. That's why I moved out here. To live however I want and to explore all I want and to think what I want."

"I'm just here for the beer," Marysa chuckled, "But seriously though, you got yourself locked up in prison, what do you plan to do now?"

"Eh," I shrugged, "The sentence is probably two years. No biggie." Then we heard someone outside our cell mention something about a certain pirate crew getting the death sentence. "Heh," I laughed nervously then scratched my hair under my bandana, "I've been locked up before. I can get us out," I said as I pulled out a tiny, short, flat knife out of my left glove.

Dane

Argh! This place has fleas! So many fleas! I scratched my neck furiously with my back leg and whined. Jazz yelled back at me, "Maybe you wouldn't be so itchy if you weren't a great dane!"

"But it matches my name," I argued as I continued to desperately scratch.

"At least be quiet," Jazz replied as he tinkered with the lock, "I can't remember the unlock spell with you breaking my concentration." There was a pause. And then a sudden "Ah-hah!" followed by the sound of a heavy metal hitting the floor then the creaking of the metal bar door opening. "First, we go look for the others," Said Jazz as we walked out the cell and down the hall, "then we find out weapons and our way out."

I padded beside Jazz sniffing the ground till we found Taylor and Gabby sitting in their cell. Jazz used the spell and unlocked the lock and they were out. We walked down the hall and we about to turn the corner, then I made the group stop. I could hear voices. Taylor asked, "What now?"

Jazz smiled, "See, they may have taken my tome," Jazz pulled out a little bottle from his sleeve, "but they haven't taken my potions. Are you ready to feel salty again, Gabriella?" Gabby simply scoffed and crossed her arms. Jazz threw the bottle down the hall where the prisoners rested in their cells and guards paced up and down. Like a grenade, the bottle exploded and the gas filled the air and the guards were down. Jazz laughed, "And you thought it was a bad idea to steal potions from that tribe."

Gabby replied, "That was a month and a half ago, get over yourself and lets get out of here."

Devin

Prison again, and now, I'll definitely die. Sure I've been trapped and freed twice but why should I feel lucky for a third time. I've lost my strength and weapon and along with those, I've lost my worth so why would they bother freeing me if they get to escape? I'm gonna die tomorrow so I'll just sit and wait for the end.

"Hey, wake up you sack of sadness," I heard a familiar voice waken me.

"Shut up, the guards might hear you," another one replied.

"I'm the captain, don't tell me what to do," I could see Rabia pull out a short knife from her glove and twisted it in the lock and it and the lock fell, "Come Blondie, we don't have much time." I got up and walked out the door where Rabia and Marissa were standing. I gave the captain a big, tight hug and whispered, "thank you so much." But she complained and struggled, "Ew ew ew, get off me!" Marissa laughed and joined in the group hug but Rabia continued to whine, "Ewww get off get off, you're crushing me!"