Blue.. blue as far as the eye could see. Blue above her and blue below, it all seemed to melt into one another and merge. The young woman tried her hardest to find anything that wasn't blue, but the only thing that she could see was the bright and gleaming sun above. She closed her (e/c) eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty, yet fresh air fill her lungs as she tried to clear her head.
“How did this happen?”
Her memory sent her back to only a few hours ago, to her beloved island where she alone was living. Her family, long gone.. and the only visitors she had were those who had traveled far to seek her wisdoms. She remembered sitting on the sand near the ocean, listening to what it had to say as she had done many a time before.. and what it had to say was none to uplifting. “Leave..flee.. run..danger!” and no sooner had she heard it's warning, a figure loomed in the horizon. Small and unrecognizable at first, but as it drew nearer.. there was no mistaking it's shapes. The young fortuneteller shielded her eyes to better see, the wind tugged ever so lightly on her long, unruly (h/c) hair. Her mouth fell slightly agape and her (e/c) eyes widened tremendously at the sight of it. A ship... with a black flag! She quickly jumped to her feet, hoisted up her brightly colored skirt and started to run as fast as her bare feet would carry her. Away from the white, sandy beach and into the thick jungle that made up most of her precious island. She jumped over great logs that had fallen over, cut through bushes so fast that the leaves flew around her. Her tangly hair would get caught in the low hanging branches, but she didn't stop.. she couldn't stop. Even when she felt as if her lungs would burst, she didn't stop to catch her breath for one second, but sighed with relief when her wagon came into view.
There it stood, like it had been standing since long before her birth. A brightly colored, beautifully carved caravan. It was all that was left after her once large family, and seeing it usually filled the young fortuneteller with immense calm and happiness. But not this time. She ran up the three steps that led to the door, almost breaking it open only to forcefully shut again once inside. She turned on every key, smacked on every lock as she cursed under her breath. She had had pirates come visit her before sure enough, but they usually heeded her warnings. She had a strong feeling, that this particular pirate would not be so easily discouraged from whatever he was seeking. She hurriedly scurried around in the tight space of her caravan, putting all kinds of herbs, charms and trinkets into a brightly embroidered pouch which she tied to her waist. A snap of a branch not far away made her stop her scurrying and freeze. They were already very close.. too close. She could hear the swinging of blades as shrubs, branches and bushes were cut down. Heavy steps that grew closer and closer, chatting and laughing. She could see shadows moving around her little camp from her windows and from under her door, pearls of sweat slowly ran down the back of her neck as she tightened her hands into fists. She jumped ever so slightly as someone lightly knocked on her door, she dared not answer it.. she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to pray them all away and never to return.
Silent, she could still see the shadows from under her door.. but they were dead silent. The (h/c) haired woman opened her eyes ever so slightly, and she could feel her body relaxing. Did the prayer work? Would they leave? But her moment of relief was very short lived as someone forcefully kicked on her door! She automatically grabbed the small dagger on the nearest table and held it behind her back, knowing she might have great use of it very soon. Another hard kick. The bolts on her door came undone and the door fell flat on the floor, kicking up dust as it did so. A man, not much older than herself, entered the room, removed his pompously large feathered hat and bowed deeply before her.
“______, finally we meet.”
____ scowled as she eyed the young pirate up and down. His hair was blonde and messy, his emerald green eyes gleamed with mischief and he had a very arrogant, yet charming air about him. She knew full and well who this famous pirate captain was. “Arthur Kirkland.. how dare you come to my island and kick back my door on my caravan?” She demanded while crossing her arms over her chest, not letting up her scowl. She could feel her fear quickly boil over to extreme irritation. The (h/c) female had heard of him many times from other visitors. How he shamelessly flirts with young noble women, tricks them, robs them blind and vanishes. Just the thought was enough to make her sick. She had quite forgotten the dagger she was trying to hide, but it was still firmly planted in her tight grip.
The pirate captain straightened up and placed his hat back on his head, smirking at the young lady before him. She wasn't the noblest of ladies, but she had a.. what was he supposed to call it? Earthly beauty? “You weren't easy to find Madam, but rumors say that you are the best fortuneteller to ever grace the earth.. so I came all this way because I require your help.” He could tell that no matter how thickly he lathered this, she wouldn't fall for it. He quickly understood that she was way too stubborn to fall for his otherwise very effective charms. She had that 'What-Makes-You-Think-I-Want-To-Help-You?' Look written all over her face. He walked further into the spacious room and looked around, there were different herbs and crystals hanging from the ceiling, strange looking liquids in different glass bottles, charms he had no clue what for and the place was doused in heavy, yet very pleasing scents. “I'm looking for something, something that is very important to me. I need you to tell me where I can find it.” he explained nonchalantly while still looking around, finding more fascinating items every few minutes. He could feel her cold stare in the back of his neck as he wandered around, knowing he was getting on her nerves. And he quite enjoyed it.
_____knew exactly what he was talking about, she had heard it many times before from others who wanted to find the same thing. “I know what you seek, many have tried and every single one has failed.. and so will you.” ____ said matter of factly, turning her nose up in the air and flipping her tangly hair over her shoulder as if she indeed was one of the noble women on the mainland. Arthur laughed heartily before turning his emerald green gaze towards her, finding her form quite amusing. “That love, is because they didn't bring the map with them.. which I am going to.” He stated while smiling broadly at her, making her arch a brow in a curious manner. The gentlemanly pirate slowly walked up to her with his hands folded behind his back, the devilish smile still plastered on his lips. “You see, a while long ago I heard this rumor about two halves of a special crest, that when made whole it held special powers.” He began while slowly walking around her, stopping only to fidget with her gold hoop earrings. His touch was so gentle that it was giving her freezing chills down her spine, and she loathed it! “Of course, this intrigued me.. so I started to search for the two halves. And as luck would have it, I found the first half in an old woman's grave on a long forgotten island.” He chuckled as he fished a golden plate out from the pocket on his deep red coat. The plate had been broken in half straight down the middle, but it had been polished to perfection and it was sparkling beautifully.
But ____ was far from impressed, truth be told, she was starting to get extremely frightened. She knew where he had gotten the plate from, she knew the story and what would happen if the two halves where brought together and most importantly.. she knew where the other half was hidden. She also knew that the two halves had to be kept separated, or there would be hell to pay. She bit her lower lip as she tore her (e/c) eyes away from the golden plate and turned back to the captain who held it. He grinned as he put the plate back in his pocket and backed away towards the door opening where he leaned against the doorframe.”I know that old gypsy woman gave you the map lass, it's in your head.. which is why I'm taking you with me.”
The young female gulped softly as she tightened her fists til her knuckles hurt. This man... he knew the secret.. the secret was not a secret any longer. Cold sweat was trickling down the back of her neck as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, making a decision right then and there. She had to get to the other half before Arthur could get hold of it.. she just had to! She exhaled and opened her eyes slowly staring at Arthur Kirkland as she formed a mischievous grin of her very own.”If I decide to take you, what's in it for me? What do I get out of it?” She asked coyly while placing her arms on her hips. Arthur was slightly taken aback by this, not expecting this kind of reaction from her. He blinked curiously a few times before he drew his sword and pointed it at her neck, the point just barely touching her skin. “You know what will happen if you refuse love, so I think it be wise if you just come along without a fuss” He said while tilting his head to the side, his eyes gleaming dangerously green. But _____ was smarter than that, she knew she had the upper hand. She boldly stepped forward and let the tip of his sword press against her neck, shocking the young captain. “Ah yes, but you see.. I'm not much worth to you dead now am I? And I don't give away my services for free.” She stated cooly, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She needed him to believe that she would do it for a prize, if she came along too willingly he would probably suspect that she too wanted the pieces.
Arthur looked at her, clearly in shock. This young lass had guts, and she could drive a pretty hard bargain. He himself would never admit it, but he was impressed. But it drove hims mad that she was in fact right.. he couldn't kill her, and if she wanted she could also lead them into danger. She was good. He chuckled and looked down as he put away his sword and once again put his hand in his coat pocket, pulling out a sizable leather pouch and threw it to her. “You drive a hard bargain miss ____.Will this suffice?“ He asked as he crossed his arms. ____ inspected the content of the pouch, and she was surprised. Coins.. lots and lots of gold and silver coins. Nodded her head before tying the pouch to her waist along with the other one. “This will do for now... I promise that I shall lead you to what you seek, you have my word. so, if you would kindly leave my home so I can lock it?” She asked while motioning for him to leave, which he did.
They both stepped outside where a few of Arthur's men were waiting, amongst them a rather tall young man with deep blue eyes and sandy brown hair with a peculiar hair piece sticking right out from his head. “She agreed to come? You are amazing captain!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, which ____ thought was a really odd way for a pirate to behave. They had left her camp alone and had been waiting patiently outside.. which also surprised her. As soon as she had made sure that her little home was locked up and safe, they started to walk towards what she guessed was the ship. And as she walked she started to think about her beloved little place in paradise and if she would ever get to see it again. She already started to miss the smells and the feel of the wood when she ran the palm of her hand over the carvings that bejeweled it, the way the raindrops would make comforting music as they fell on the trees outside.. Oh how she would miss it. But she was quickly brought back to reality as she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder that quickly spun her around, bringing her face to face with Kirkland once again. He looked rather serious this time. “How do I know that you won't be leading me astray princess?” He asked lowly.. almost whispering. This was obviously a question that had plagued his mind. Although she could to some degree understand his worry, _____ was offended by his words. She narrowed her (e/c) eyes and glared angrily at him “You just have to trust me.. I never go back on my word. Never.” She hissed before turning back around, whipping him in the face with her hair before stomping off after the others and cursing him under her breath.
It didn't take them long before they reached the white sands of the small beach, the sun was setting and it painted the sky with the most vibrant pinks and oranges you could ever imagine. In this moment _____ realized how much she liked and appreciated the feeling of the soft, sun-kissed sand under the sole of her feet and between her toes. To feel the breeze on her skin and through her hair and to just be by herself. It almost made her want to shed a few tears, but she fought valiantly to keep the tears at bay. Arthur's ship was not too far away and it didn't take too long before she found herself onboard the most magnificent vessel she had previously seen as just a shadow on the horizon. And all the while, Pirate Arthur Kirkland looked mighty pleased with himself. “Welcome to the mighty “Ghost Dancer” Finest ship to ever sail on these waters.” He exclaimed proudly, puffing out his chest as he put his hands to his hips. It was a mighty and pristine ship right enough, but the (h/c) young madam would never say it to his face, if only just to spite him “It's alright.” She stated shortly, earning a scowl and a huff from the young Captain before he muttered to his first mate to cast anchor. And they were on their way.
The scene got blurry and ____ opened her eyes again, staring out at the all blue, never changing horizon. “Oh..That's how.”