WARNING: I swear. Big whoop. Oh, and Captain _____ can be your first name or last. Whatever you prefer. ^^ (But it probably should be last to be an equivalent to Captain Kirkland...)
You were the best goddamn pirate on the seven seas. And everyone that had ever set foot on one of those infamous vessels knew it. Running on adrenaline, luck, and skill, you were always spectacular, which led to no one questioning your sex.
Black pirate garb, gilded with gold embroidery of the finest kind, almost always graced your skin, and your sword was never out of reach. With a back up dagger in your boot, you were a deadly foe. Deadly, unless you were evenly matched. So far, you had never come across an opponent even worthy of your presence. You pondered this lacking enemy in your life as you stood at the bow of the Raven, the wind and salt whipping at your face, and playing with your strands of (h/c) hair that escaped your black pirate’s hat, with the large black feather, and a (f/c) gem decorating it.
Just traversing the seas, you lived the good life. You took what you wanted, and were considered ruthless. Your men were loyal to the point of them laying down their lives for you, and you treated them all well. There had been a time when mutiny threatened your livelihood. But you took down the attacking men single handedly, with all the ships from miles around watching your swordsmen ship with their spyglasses. They had all experienced, near firsthand, your skills, and were keen to steer clear out of your rampage. Now all your men knew that they would never have a better captain, and were satisfied and honored to spend the rest of their natural lives by your side.
Besides, all that mutinous behavior had happened decades ago. That’s right, decades. Your ship was blessed. Or I suppose you could say it was cursed, but her captain would never die. And that was you.
You pillaged villages, took all the goods in the houses of nobles, ransacked other ships, even other pirate ships. You had absolutely no rules, and always found a way to make your name uttered in hushed tones.
“Captain!” A loud voice broke you from your reverie. “We’re out of rum!”
You turned to face your men, looking at you expectantly. A smirk on your lips you commanded, “Get me my spyglass. We’ll find the nearest ship.”
One of your deck hands bounded off to fulfill the request, and you awaited him patiently, hand outstretched. Far off in the distance you saw a vessel, not dissimilar to your own. Shutting the spyglass, you called out, “Ready yourself, men. There’s another pirate’s ship not too far from here.”
“Aye, Captain.” they said, immediately preparing to board the other ship and take it for all it was worth.
You grinned, scaling the ropes to sit in the crow’s nest. This was the best part.
“What?” Captain Kirkland scoffed, “I’m not afraid of Captain _____!”
His men cowered, and one poor superstitious soul spoke out, “Captain! They say if you speak her name so loudly, she appears!”
“Oh, really?” Kirkland smirked. “Bring her on! I can take her!”
Alfred, Kirkland’s favored hand, stood, “Captain, sir, despite all your accomplishments, she is not human!”
“Neither am I!” Kirkland said with a smirk, thinking of the strength of the entire English Empire, at this time a massive world power, behind him.
Alfred’s blue eyes widened, “Exactly why I wouldn’t like to see the two of you face off!”
“Captain!” a frantic voice trilled out over the madness, drawing Captain Kirkland’s attention to the crow’s nest.
Kirkland yelled, “What is it?”
“A boat! Approaching fast, off the starboard side!” Then a sharp intake of breath was heard, over the choppy seas, and he hollered, “It’s the Raven!”
Green eyes wide, Kirkland turned to see the speck coming towards them in the distance. It was in fact, a blackened dot coming at them quite quickly. How had you known he was questioning your skills? Brandishing his sword, he realized he didn’t particularly care. All he wanted was to defeat you, and your legend that preceded you, once and for all.
The Raven glided up along side his own ship smoothly, your men not yet making a move. In fact, he couldn’t see a thing. What he didn’t know was your men were occupied with subduing his canons. Couldn’t have them damaging your ship, now could they?
It was just you. And for a moment Kirkland was utterly paralyzed. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Your long black coat was tailored to fit you perfectly, and you swung on a rope across the gap between the two ships, wind rustling through your gorgeous (h/c) hair. When you landed on the edge of his ship, he could see your (e/c) eyes, sparkling in excitement.
But you just stood up there, hand dangerously close to your scabbard, and said calmly, “If you give me all of your supplies, I’ll let you live.”
“Bloody hell, woman, are you daft?!” Captain Kirkland said, taking out his pistol and shooting you once in the chest. At the impact you fell backwards, making people gasp. Were you really so easily defeated?
No. No you weren’t. They saw your hand, on one of their ropes. You kicked the side of the boat, flipped over backwards, and landed back aboard, a smile wide on your face as you faced the sea.
You laughed out loud at the silly attempt, and turned to spit the bullet out at a terrified Alfred. It hit him in the forehead, and he picked it up, feeling woozy. Laughing heartily, you drew your sword, “You thought you could just shoot me? Are you daft?”
“What are you?” Captain Kirkland asked, mystified at your peculiar nature.
That grin never left, and you said quietly, “Your worst nightmare.”
He was fed up with this. Maybe you could spit out a bullet, but he decided to see whether you could reattach your head. The dreaded Captain Arthur Kirkland, the entire English Empire, the world power, didn’t have to take that from a silly little girl playing pirate. He came at you with his sword drawn, ready to duel.
Of course, you had once taken down an entire ship of mutinous sailors, but he was the bloody British Empire! He could hold his own against anybody!
Kirkland wanted to wipe that smirk off your face, but he realized you weren’t even looking at him. You looked around him, the chaotic fight that had broken out as your men boarded below and made their way to the deck. “Your men aren’t weak. I like that. Let’s hope you know how to have some fun.” you told him with a smile, looking stunning.
And with that, you came at him as well.
Suddenly the two of you were lost in a flurry of sword strikes, clashing with such force that sparks flew. Kirkland could tell your obsidian shaded blade was no ordinary metal, but he couldn’t take it into consideration too long.
You had immediately taken the offensive, however so had he. It was peculiar, but somehow it worked. With each move taken, you would move from another blow and give out one of your own, swords clashing frequently.
Such ferocity was unseen in these men’s short lives, and everyone circled around to watch the brutal display. You were ecstatic. You had never dueled with someone so talented before!
Your black coat was ripped, and his hat had been knocked clean in half by your honed blade. He had a small knick along his cheek, which had begun to sting. Blood dribbled down, disappearing in the red of his red coat, that was slowly degrading in the fight. And still both of you whirled, exhilarated and full of bloodlust.
Only infuriating him further, you began to talk casually to your crew. Unlike Captain Kirkland, you were able to focus on many things, and had realized you were putting on a show for all the crew, adding a few flourishes here and there to taste. “Men!” you shouted.
“Aye, Captain!” they hollered back, ready to take any command, and happy you were alright with them staring.
You smiled as you saw Kirkland angered by your casual air, his moves slipping ever so slightly. “Kill no one. And don’t set any fires.” Sometimes you harnessed ‘greek fire’ to make sure not a soul could ever chase after you.
“Aye, Captain!” they chorused again.
As you conversed with your crew, you could see Kirkland’s anger getting to him more and more. Breaking eye contact for half a second, you looked to your best hand and nodded at him, as if to say, ‘now’. Hopefully he would know what you wanted, and you saw him moving, which was a good sign.
But Captain Kirkland took advantage of this. He was in close, dangerously close to you, and you had to deal with his fury driven blows. Once more, you quickly gained the upper hand, with your head back in the game. You were working at breakneck speeds, and eventually had him against the far wall, one fall away from being shark bait.
With your last strike you managed to disarm him, his hand slashed open a bit. For a moment you kept him staring at the edge of your sword with beautiful wide green eyes, but you lowered your weapon.
You moved closer to him, staring deep into those viridescent orbs. He was attractive, and talented. You had the urge to throw him over your shoulder and keep as a toy. But that wasn’t how your did things. Standing right before him, you shot your hand out behind him to grab the rope you had taken over and secured, which made him flinch. Getting a good grip on it you kissed him softly and quickly, then jumped back to your own vessel.
The Raven was already speeding along, your men having taken your signal and emptied Kirkland’s ship of goods. You were now fully stocked, and completely spent.
You stood on the stern of the Raven, waving back to the dumbstruck Captain Kirkland, who had turn to watch you leave. “Until we meet again, Kirkland!” you said with a bow and a flourish of your hat. Which had inexplicably managed to remain in your possession throughout the fight.
Kirkland watched you leave for a bit, but when you were a good ways off, someone snapped out of it and said, “She made off with all our loot!”
Captain Kirkland’s eyes narrowed as he thought of you, and said under his breath with a vicious smirk, “Yes... Until we meet again, bloody vixen...”