Hey all! *waves enthusiastically* lol. I've decided I'm feeling quite hyper at the moment. No idea what brought it one though. *shrugs* Anyway, I have a dentist story to tell you and of course the sleep over with my friend Sage but I am feeling considerably lazy at the moment and I won't have time to post it tomorrow. Wednesday is probably a no too. And defitnetaly not Thursday. I'll post about all those things and the surgery after the 16th because I'll have all the time in the world then! But right now I have something for you all to read! Yes, exciting isn't it?! About a year ago I met up with this girl on the internet who loves POTC as much as I do. We started Rping (Role Playing) and after about a year we have posted A LOT. My RP partner has decided to make a Fanfic out of what we posted. If you combine all of it together we probably have about 200 chapters. I was blown away by that too. We've been posting the Fanfic is various places but some sort of problem keeps popping up. And we've also received a few comments saying what we've written together is complete crap. I wanted to post a few chapters on here to see what you guys think. =) The begining is somewhat boring but it will spice up along the way. If you think back to the first POTC movie you'll vaguely remember the character Lt. Gillette. I'll have you know he has become a big main character in this Fanfic! Exciting is it not?! hehehe. So I shall post the first chapter now and please, give me and my friend your honest opinions! =D =D =D
CHAPTER ONE
The waves of the Caribbean Sea splashed against the hull of a shadowy ship as it sailed towards port under the bright stars. From her position at the rail of the Victorine, Captain Sylvia Phoenix could see the dark mass of island that was Tortuga. Home sweet home, she thought to herself, idly tapping her turquoise ring on the top rail. Of course, her only true home was aboard her ship, but a little trip to land every now and then couldn't hurt, could it? Tortuga had the best rum in the Spanish Main, anyway.
Some minutes later, when they were getting into the shallows, she gave the order to drop anchor. It was lowered, and before long they were moored in the bay. When the gangplank was lowered and Sylvia had disembarked, it took her a moment to get her land legs. A month or two at sea does that to you. Leaving the rest of the crew to whatever they were doing, Sylvia sauntered off down the drunk-filled street with her slight swagger. From behind her a crew member called,
"Captain! You'll be at the Two Hornpipes?"
"Aye," she yelled back, and continued on her way without stopping or turning. Partway down the street someone stumbled into her and drunkenly shoved a half-empty bottle of rum into her hands, which she gladly took and swilled from without the least care about where it had been.
Sylvia was still drinking when she came to the Two Hornpipes, definitely the craziest pub in the whole of the island. As usual, she was met with a melee of intoxicated partying. Instead of joining in, as she usually did, Sylvia took a seat at a small table in a dark corner. From here she had a good view of everything, particularly the door...
I'll post chapter two to keep you guys intrigued...
CHAPTER TWO
Sylvia watched everyone who entered the building with a cautious eye. As she was downing another draught of rum from her fresh bottle, the door opened once more, and a shady character came in. Sylvia lowered the bottle and watched as the person, apparently a woman, discreetly made their way to a corner table on the other side of the room. A matron of the T.H. who wasn't drunk as a skunk? Weird. Then Sylvia realized that the woman's eyes were on her.
Two ideas came to mind. One: she's just looking at me because that's what people do. Two: they sent her after me.
Sylvia reached in her vest to make sure the drawstring pouch she had hidden there was safe. It was, of course, but she couldn't be too careful.
Then she remembered the other reason they'd made port in Tortuga. The ship was understaffed. Islanders were always eager to hitch a free ride from here to there. While she was here, there could be no hurt in picking up some new recruits. Could there?
Sylvia reached under the striped sash around her waist and drew out the sign of parchment paper she'd had her cartographer throw together. It read:
Able Seamen Wanted
for service aboard the Trade Ship
H.M.S. Victorine
To leave Port for the Ivory Coast
In two Days' Time.
Interested see Captain Tremaston
Aboard ship 30th October
She'd been very specific that the word "Pirate" was to be replaced with "Trade" and that her first name be left out. No one ever wanted to serve under a female captain, rare though they were. And of course they weren't really going to the Ivory Coast. Nope, they were headed for open sea. But no one would know that until they couldn't exactly quit their job anymore.
Sylvia took this to the wall near the door and tacked it up. She didn't want to make a spectacle of herself for the suspicious-looking woman, but there was little else she could do.
When she turned around, the woman was gone. |
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