- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Romance, Science Fiction, Modern, Fantasy
Dark clouds congregated across the night sky, shrouding the full moon behind a veil of lightning and torrential rain. Trudging through the brooding storm, a wooden behemoth navigated over the perilous ocean waters, great masts and heavy cannons accentuating the outline of the ship. The ship was none other than the Golden Hunt, an infamous pirate ship captained by the Privateer Captain Oliver Rayden.
Captain Rayden leaned against the ship's wheel, the rain pattering against the young man's dark, tricorn hat. Despite the coverage between his hat and an ugly, brown long coat that had seen better days, the pirate captain already found himself soaked by the rain.
"Captain!" A voice bellowed from below, "I can see the end of the clouds! We'll be out of this storm soon!" The voice belonged to Henry, Oliver's first mate and second in command of the Golden Hunt. The gruff, portly man was better known as Longbeard by Oliver and the rest of the crew, for reasons that were quite conveniently obvious.
Rayden removed a golden trinket from his pocket, a circular compass that he always carried with him for navigation. "If we continue to head south..." The Captain spoke softly to himself. "...perhaps we will reach port." He mused, hoping to get away from the terrible storm. Oliver loved sailing and the ocean, sure, but there were times where Mother Nature could be a royal pain in the arse. As he worked out the quickest route out of the storm and to the nearest port, a loud crash reverberated from underneath the ship.
"What was that?" Captain Rayden shot a glance downwards, wondering if he had mistaken the sound for the crash of thunder.
"What was what?" Longbeard replied, only to hear the shouts that emanated from below the deck.
"Take the wheel." Rayden commanded, handing off the ship's controls to his First Mate as he moved down a series of wooden steps onto the deck. The Captain then made his way downwards, emerging into the dimly lit corridor beneath the ship to find himself standing behind a congregation of sailors. "What are you idiots doing down here?" Rayden barked.
The men under Oliver's command turned around, the group parting to reveal a woman sitting between them. "We found a stowaway, sir." The pirates laughed. A band of misfits that lacked the training or refinement of British sailors. "You always said, finders keepers, right?" The men smacked their lips, many of which hadn't seen a woman in several months.
Captain Oliver froze, the fearless captain's eyes quivering at the sight of the woman sitting between the men. "Get back to work." Oliver remarked softly. The men were quiet, a hint of disappointment beginning to spread among their ranks. "ALL OF YOU!" He shouted, the men quickly dispersing back to their assigned duties.
Shifting his eyes back to the woman, he beckoned for her to follow him. "We'll talk in private."
@Jinx