HunterBlaire's Gallery

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This is actually the introduction to the new story i'm writing, and to whoever reads it I'd like to know what you think of it. smile

Prologue

The smell of smoke lingered on my clothes, and for some reason I couldn’t run fast enough away from the burning house to get some relief. My breathing was shallow and quick, but it wasn’t something I could really control. My mind was reeling and for the life of me I couldn’t understand how in the world I had gotten to this place. The streets were made of cobblestone, the houses lined the harbor, and the girls wore parachute sized dresses along with something called a corset that prevented you from breathing, and these chunky heals....

Had no-one ever heard of running shoes?!

The smell of the ocean was the only comforting sent in the air. People from the town rushed up the hill to see why one of the most prestigious mansions on the island was falling to a crispy flake. I nearly fell on my face as I turned the corner of the smith’s store, and managed to catch myself picking up the inflated dress as I went. I heard my name being called but I paid no attention to it, it was probably Jonathan trying to coax me into his arms. I’d rather suck a lemon.

In front of me were members of a crew tossing ropes up onto the deck of a shady looking sloop. My grandfather had always told me that my stubborn streak would come in handy one day, however much my mom reprimanded me from it. With excruciating difficulty I managed to rip the gown off my body, I had kept my jeans and t-shirt on, and threw the gem inlaid shoes off the dock. For once I was glad that I took weight training, for in a few moments I was driving off the dock and grabbing onto a stray rope that a crew member forgot to take onto the ship.

The city of Port Royal (and I only knew that because of the harbor sign) slowly began to shrink, as a cloud of smoke rose to the high heavens. I was cold, and I knew that if I didn’t start moving, I could possibly get hypothermia. However, science class reminded me that I should be glad it was nine o’ clock at night otherwise I’d be frozen before I even began to climb. My limbs burnt as I scaled the large rope, and I made sure to take my time because both I and the rope were wet, and if I fell now there would be no way out of drowning.

It took me a while but I finally managed to get onto what I assumed the balcony of the captain’s quarters. The hissing of air rushing around the ship was calming, and for the first time since I landed in this bizarre world I felt at peace. I took off my jeans and my top and tired them around the railing and prayed that they would be set until morning. God I was tired. The spray of salt water barely hit the underside of the balcony, which was great, the sound of the ocean was always a calming one, and although I was huddled into the corner of the ship and railing I was comfortable, I had no sense of danger, I was relaxed, I was...
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There was something on top of me, and I was afraid to open my eyes. Unclenching my hands I felt something warm and soft beneath me. They were sheets; the pillow that I realized I was sleeping on was a down one. Happiness flooded through me, I was at home! In an instant I sat up and opened my eyes-but was not greeted to the sight of my bedroom. I was inside the captain’s quarters, and at a circular desk, blonde hair and green eyes looked up at me with a smirk.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

...F uck.  

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I wanted to look around me and find a weapon, but I couldn't, he would probably pounce on me in a second. He was still smiling at me and it was creeping me out. "What?" I asked, and cringed at the sound of my voice, it was raw and i suddenly felt cold. It reminded me that I had taken almost all my clothes off when i had climbed onto this blasted ship. Then, it had been a good idea, now I'm not so sure. The man said nothing (although the twitch of his lip told me he wanted to) and walked over to the other side of the table where my clothes lay haphazardly over the chair. He picked them up and brought them over. Most girls, at this point, would be wailing over being in their underwear with a man in the room. I figured this man had so much action in his brief...what twenty-six?.... years of living that seeing another giril in her underwear wasn't such a big deal. Besides I had shape, no not Hollywood shape but shape, you know a little bit of a stomach love handles? And if guys didn't like me at home this guy wouldn't either. Never the less I wasn't as freaked out.

I hadn't noticed that he was already back at his desk scratching away with his quill on yellowed paper. I think it was called parchment. Don't think I'm amazing-there's a reason Harry Potter is big. As I reached over for my jeans he paused in his writings and looked over at me, I quirked and eyebrow at him as I pulled my leg through the one leg of my jeans. "cat caught your tongue?"

he chuckled. "possibly." was his only reply. I continued to change and once I had pulled my shirt over my head he was two feet in front of me, I stumbled back from shock and fell onto the bed. He was looking down at me curiously.

"What are you?" he asked softly. Honestly, I didn't think he meant to say that out loud.

I blinked. "I'm human, what about you? Hiding a tail under that fancy coat of yours?" Speaking of his fancy coat, I never really looked at it. I just knew it was fancy because that's what history books told you. It was a bright scarlet with a black trim, gold thread making detailed pattered along each edge. He wore black pantaloons and knee high brown boots. Around his waist was plethora of belts interweaving; two holsters, a sheath and other trinkets were attached. Three gold rings caressed his fingers on his left hand and two on the right. They were simple bands, and I found that strange for who I assumed was a shady naval officer.

His eyes hardened and he didn't look very friendly anymore. I gulped. "My name is of little importance." he said formally, "But while on this ship you may call me Captain. Anything other will earn you time in the brig. You are a stowaway, a fiery one at that." His eyes bore into mine and I now wished I had looked for a weapon. "Let me make myself plain. I do not tolerate talk back, nor do i tolerate laziness and excuses. You will earn your part of this ship as much as everyone else." He turned away and walked back to his desk and began to write. "Once we get to another port you'll be free to go. how you get back to wherever it is you plan on going is up to you, I have no time to babysit."

I just stared. Alright, someone was bi-polar. I remembered the way my brother stood with air cadets and tried as best as possible to mimic it. Then as the silence increased I gave a small cough. "Is that all?"

His quill stopped scratching. "Is that all, what?"

"Is that all you wish to speak to me about?" Apparently that was the wrong thing to say-and I knew it. My brain urged me to stop, to quit making a huge fool out of myself and landing me a week in the bring.

He took a step towards me and in a matter of moment my head was reeling as he backhanded me. white dots danced in front of my vision, but instead of it making me scared it only made me angry.

"Did i not give you explicit instructions as to what to call me?" He said calmly, dangerously.

"My apologies." I snarled and my brain yelled at me to Shut The Hell Up!!!, "I wasn't aware I was part of your crew and therefore under your direct orders. Captain."

Everything went black.  

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This time I didn't get the luxury of waking up in the captain quarters. i was in the berth deck swung over a hammock like a sack of potatoes. on the upper side of things- i had my clothes back on which was nice (i refused to think of who exactly dressed me). i threw my long wavy brown hair up into a messy bun and started towards the stairs. the first floor above me was the gun deck and i stopped for a moment to watch as the swaying of the ship made the cannons go back and forth a little bit in their netting. I could hear the ocean and i started up towards the main deck.

Most of the men were idly attending to their duties and i wonder, where exactly i would be stationed. the wood felt nice underneath my feet and i curled my toes a couple of times before stepping out on the deck. as soon as i took a couple steps the bottom of my feet were warm and then hot. with a little squeak i bolted back down and looked around for a pair of somethings. much to my dismay there was nothing, except a dirty sheet that was tossed in the cor- hmmm. i walked over to the corner and picked up the sheet, there were some patches that were alright. i smiled and taking two fistfuls i pulled as hard as i could nad ripped the part that i needed. Slowly i wrapped my feet up in the torn bedweare and then smiling at my handiwork i padded back up towards the main deck where the Captain was addressing the crew. when his eyes landed on me, a slow smirk spread across his face and i blinked. i do not have a good feeling about this.  

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"And gents!" the smirk, if possible, grew even wider, a shiver ran through me but i refused to let him see it so i walked up with grace yet power onto the deck and stood before his crew. Forget Jack Sparrow, these were real pirates, their clothes were dry from the salt, their colours worn and the edges frayed. They all had beards that had bit of...i nearly threw up... stuff in them from whenever their last dinner was. the smell was appalling, but then i remembered what Reid (my favorite character from Criminal Minds) said: the sense of smell is the easiest of the five senses to adjust. so i figured i'd just hold my breath for twenty minutes. "let me introduce you to the newest Crew member, a Sally Ann as she may be!" a chuckle rang through the crew and i frowned, what the Heck was a Sally Ann?

"Buahaha! look like ye've offended the young lass, Captain." Again there was laughter and my cheeks burned red with embarrassment. the Captain looked over at me and i every fiber in my body wanted to smack that look of superiority off his face.

"Did i now?" he asked taking a step closer to me, my eyes glanced towards the gun and sword just nearly in my reach. i stood still and tried to look indignant and his second step towards me i reached into his belt and pulled out the gun pointing it at his chest-it was a bigger target. The a** had the nerve to smile this time and i pressed the tip of the blade closer until he had to take a step back.

"The only thing that offends me Captain is your face." I heard a laugh and then the sound of two dozen swords and pistols being pulled from their confinements. i watched as some of the crew pulled back the hammer on their pistols and it then reminded me that i hadn't...exactly....done that. s**t. More quickly than i would have expected from a pirate my hand was brought down, the pistol wrenched from my grasp and was pulled towards his frame, this face inches close to mine. and as his spoke his breath wanted to make me hurl, and i made sure to express that.

"What do you think? gents?" There were multiple answers shouted out through the air some like "TAR'ER!" which was a little shocking "DECK DUTY""TO THE NEST" "THE NEST" "CLEAN THE SHOLES!" it continued on like that for a while before the Captain raised his hand in silence and, licking his lips in anticipation, he said: "i know exactly what to do with ********.