*cringe*
Ok so I have had to work up super major huge balls to do this, but I
got 'em and I'm doing it.
So awhile ago, I started writing this story. And I'm in love with. And
I love sharing my work (sometimes), but I've had trouble with people
stealing my artistic creations. But I've done it. This is only one
chapter of it. So it's really unfinished. I just wanted like a test run
before I show more people. And possibly even write a lot. Even though I
write mainly for myself. But anyways, here it is, my most recent
masterpiece.
(P.S. Connor, if you read this and correct my grammer/spelling, I will kill you.)
It was a dark and stormy night. The crew of the dreaded pirate ship, the Drunken Mermaid, were busy at work Everyone but the captain and her first mate. Captain Philomena Blackwood sat silently in her chair, sipping from a snifter of brandy. Her first mate, Rupert Jayne, was jotting down today’s events in the logbook. A quiet knock brought the captain from her thoughts. She gave Jayne a quizzical look and headed to the door.
“Aye?” she questioned the knocker.
“Cap’n, you told me to come fetch ya as soon as the prisoners- I mean…guests had settled in,” said an old, greasy pirate.
“So I did,” she said as she opened the door to make her way to visit the newly acquired guests. “May I presume that they are ready and waiting for me?”
“Yes, Cap’n. I reckon they’ll be wanting to talk to you a good long while. Them landlubbers talk quite a bit, don’t they? Can never get ‘em to shut up now.”
“I could say the same for you, Puck,” she said with a sneer and headed to her new guests quarters. She could hear Jayne laugh as she headed to the end of the hall.
The captain reached the room rather quickly. She did not think it to be in good form to just barge into the room, so she laid a heavy knock onto the thick, oak door. She heard a small yelp and a scuttling of chairs. She guessed they had not been as ready as she had been told and had startled them with her abrupt knock. Someone came to the door soon after.
The door was whipped open. A tall man with salt and pepper hair stood before her.
“Are the captain of this godforsaken vessel?” the man asked briskly.
“Yes, I am Captain Philomena Blackwood. This ‘godforsaken vessel’ is my ship, the Drunken Mermaid.” she said with a bite.
“Ah, well. I did not mean to be so rude,” realizing his mistake of insulting someone who could and would take his life on a whim. “I must thank you for sparing our lives. My name is Jude Elson. Please, come in.”
She entered, surveying the people she allowed to live earlier that day.
“Let me introduce you to everyone,” he said nervously, “This is my wife, Hannah.”
A woman about Philomena’s height stood and made a small bow. Her shiny, blonde hair was pulled up in a way that made her look much older than she probably was.
“These are the twins, Linnea and Josef.”
Two small, chubby children sat wide-eyed on one of the beds holding each other. The looked very frightened to be in the presence of the intimidating pirate captain.
“This is my oldest daughter, Lucilla. You may have to keep an eye on her. She’s quite the trouble maker.”
Philomena liked the looks of her before she was introduced, but the warning made her more intrigued to converse with her.
“And this is my apprentice, Simon Good.”
Simon stood near Lucilla. Philomena could sense something between them. She hoped to discover what exactly it was.
“So, it’s not all your family then? I’ve been lied to? I guess I’ll just have to kill him then. And then, I’ll run you through next.” said Philomena feigning anger. She tried her best not to ruin her joke by smiling.
“What?!” cried the family. A look of absolute horror briefly flashed over Lucilla’s face. Philomena’s joke had worked. They had not seen through her façade. She let out a loud laugh. She still had it.
“I have no need to kill him or you for that matter. Two doctors are better than one. Although, if you lie to me again, I may have the mind to make you, your family, and the apprentice's corpses decorate my hull.
"I do try to keep somewhat of a sense of humor on my ship. It keeps the crew happy. I also like a certain sense of honesty. It may provoke a mutiny and I wouldn’t like that on my hands, now would I?
"Now, if there’s anything you need, I suggest you tell me now so I may alert my crew. I can have a bathing tub and more blankets brought for you if they’re needed. This storm is worsening by the moment and I wish to have my crew where they’re needed and on deck, tending to the sails rather than you. If things go as planned, we will arrive at the Isle of Moineau in three days time. This storm will give us a wonderful push.”
“Isle of Moineau? But I thought that was made up. Some silly myth,” Simon said, flabbergasted.
“Well, you thought wrong. I will leave you be now,” Philomena said as she turned to leave.
“Wait! We would like some food, please. We haven’t eaten anything since yesterday morning,” said Hannah pulling her twins to her chest and avoiding the captain’s eye contact. She seemed afraid to offend the she-pirate,
Philomena nodded and assured them that food would be sent shortly. When she finally escaped from the hail of thanks, she was thoroughly relieved. She was happy to be away from these people. Their questions. All their stuffiness. She hoped the children were not much like their mother and father. Stern and proud like the father. Proper like the mother.
Her collision with Jayne while walking down to the kitchen was a welcome release from her thoughts. Jayne shook himself from his stupor and wrenched his captain off the floor.
“Sorry, Cap’n. Wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’.”
“That’s fine, Jayne. I wasn’t looking myself,” she brushed herself off and begun her journey to the kitchen. ”Where are you headed?”
“To find you,” Jayne joined her side, “I checked our maps and it seems that the storm may drop us off near Jameson’s territory.” At that, Philomena stopped. She paused a moment, then redirected her route to her quarters.
“Damn. As soon as the storm has cleared, be sure to put the sharp lookouts on duty. I don’t want him sneaking up on us again. I’ll be in my room. I do not want to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency. Would you mind telling Wesley to fix up the new guests some soup?”
“Not eating tonight, then?”
“No, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”
She reached her room a moment later. They bid their farewells and Philomena locked herself inside her room, hoping to get a moment’s peace. She picked up the glass of brandy she had failed to finish earlier and polished it off in one swallow. She sank into the warm, plush, velvet chair by her window and realized she hadn’t slept in more than two days. Philomena planned on making an effort to put herself into her bed, but she found the chair far too comfortable to leave. Several minutes later, the fearsome pirate captain was sleeping like a baby.
(P.S. Connor, if you read this and correct my grammer/spelling, I will kill you.)
It was a dark and stormy night. The crew of the dreaded pirate ship, the Drunken Mermaid, were busy at work Everyone but the captain and her first mate. Captain Philomena Blackwood sat silently in her chair, sipping from a snifter of brandy. Her first mate, Rupert Jayne, was jotting down today’s events in the logbook. A quiet knock brought the captain from her thoughts. She gave Jayne a quizzical look and headed to the door.
“Aye?” she questioned the knocker.
“Cap’n, you told me to come fetch ya as soon as the prisoners- I mean…guests had settled in,” said an old, greasy pirate.
“So I did,” she said as she opened the door to make her way to visit the newly acquired guests. “May I presume that they are ready and waiting for me?”
“Yes, Cap’n. I reckon they’ll be wanting to talk to you a good long while. Them landlubbers talk quite a bit, don’t they? Can never get ‘em to shut up now.”
“I could say the same for you, Puck,” she said with a sneer and headed to her new guests quarters. She could hear Jayne laugh as she headed to the end of the hall.
The captain reached the room rather quickly. She did not think it to be in good form to just barge into the room, so she laid a heavy knock onto the thick, oak door. She heard a small yelp and a scuttling of chairs. She guessed they had not been as ready as she had been told and had startled them with her abrupt knock. Someone came to the door soon after.
The door was whipped open. A tall man with salt and pepper hair stood before her.
“Are the captain of this godforsaken vessel?” the man asked briskly.
“Yes, I am Captain Philomena Blackwood. This ‘godforsaken vessel’ is my ship, the Drunken Mermaid.” she said with a bite.
“Ah, well. I did not mean to be so rude,” realizing his mistake of insulting someone who could and would take his life on a whim. “I must thank you for sparing our lives. My name is Jude Elson. Please, come in.”
She entered, surveying the people she allowed to live earlier that day.
“Let me introduce you to everyone,” he said nervously, “This is my wife, Hannah.”
A woman about Philomena’s height stood and made a small bow. Her shiny, blonde hair was pulled up in a way that made her look much older than she probably was.
“These are the twins, Linnea and Josef.”
Two small, chubby children sat wide-eyed on one of the beds holding each other. The looked very frightened to be in the presence of the intimidating pirate captain.
“This is my oldest daughter, Lucilla. You may have to keep an eye on her. She’s quite the trouble maker.”
Philomena liked the looks of her before she was introduced, but the warning made her more intrigued to converse with her.
“And this is my apprentice, Simon Good.”
Simon stood near Lucilla. Philomena could sense something between them. She hoped to discover what exactly it was.
“So, it’s not all your family then? I’ve been lied to? I guess I’ll just have to kill him then. And then, I’ll run you through next.” said Philomena feigning anger. She tried her best not to ruin her joke by smiling.
“What?!” cried the family. A look of absolute horror briefly flashed over Lucilla’s face. Philomena’s joke had worked. They had not seen through her façade. She let out a loud laugh. She still had it.
“I have no need to kill him or you for that matter. Two doctors are better than one. Although, if you lie to me again, I may have the mind to make you, your family, and the apprentice's corpses decorate my hull.
"I do try to keep somewhat of a sense of humor on my ship. It keeps the crew happy. I also like a certain sense of honesty. It may provoke a mutiny and I wouldn’t like that on my hands, now would I?
"Now, if there’s anything you need, I suggest you tell me now so I may alert my crew. I can have a bathing tub and more blankets brought for you if they’re needed. This storm is worsening by the moment and I wish to have my crew where they’re needed and on deck, tending to the sails rather than you. If things go as planned, we will arrive at the Isle of Moineau in three days time. This storm will give us a wonderful push.”
“Isle of Moineau? But I thought that was made up. Some silly myth,” Simon said, flabbergasted.
“Well, you thought wrong. I will leave you be now,” Philomena said as she turned to leave.
“Wait! We would like some food, please. We haven’t eaten anything since yesterday morning,” said Hannah pulling her twins to her chest and avoiding the captain’s eye contact. She seemed afraid to offend the she-pirate,
Philomena nodded and assured them that food would be sent shortly. When she finally escaped from the hail of thanks, she was thoroughly relieved. She was happy to be away from these people. Their questions. All their stuffiness. She hoped the children were not much like their mother and father. Stern and proud like the father. Proper like the mother.
Her collision with Jayne while walking down to the kitchen was a welcome release from her thoughts. Jayne shook himself from his stupor and wrenched his captain off the floor.
“Sorry, Cap’n. Wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’.”
“That’s fine, Jayne. I wasn’t looking myself,” she brushed herself off and begun her journey to the kitchen. ”Where are you headed?”
“To find you,” Jayne joined her side, “I checked our maps and it seems that the storm may drop us off near Jameson’s territory.” At that, Philomena stopped. She paused a moment, then redirected her route to her quarters.
“Damn. As soon as the storm has cleared, be sure to put the sharp lookouts on duty. I don’t want him sneaking up on us again. I’ll be in my room. I do not want to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency. Would you mind telling Wesley to fix up the new guests some soup?”
“Not eating tonight, then?”
“No, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”
She reached her room a moment later. They bid their farewells and Philomena locked herself inside her room, hoping to get a moment’s peace. She picked up the glass of brandy she had failed to finish earlier and polished it off in one swallow. She sank into the warm, plush, velvet chair by her window and realized she hadn’t slept in more than two days. Philomena planned on making an effort to put herself into her bed, but she found the chair far too comfortable to leave. Several minutes later, the fearsome pirate captain was sleeping like a baby.