James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger, was considered to be The Scourge of the Sea. No other could boast of a greater cruelty and tyranny as he. He was feared, loathed, despised, and none dared to challenge him. He selfishly and ruthlessly captured countless women and broke them all...none could withstand the power of the Sea. The Scourge was a creature of darkness that lived within the depths of his beloved sea, but all of that changed when he crossed paths with a creature unlike anything he had ever known...the Star Child.
The blissfully ignorant captain had supposedly captured her ship and made her his prisoner without ever knowing who she truly was. For months, it was a constant game of cat and mouse. He thought he had won because he had successfully bedded her countless times, worked her to the brink of exhaustion like a deckhand, and constantly abused and beat her body as he pleased, but there was something that never changed...her eyes.
Every time she looked at him, blue orbs filled with such warmth and compassion like he was her favorite person in the world. The more time he spent with her, the more perplexed he became and with it came some rather uncharacteristic mood swings from himself. He became more and more angry, his volatility sky rocketing, and he took it all out on her. He could feel himself slipping away more and more each day...like he was going insane, but then something happened.
At the time, he hadn't known what was causing his instability but over the course of several weeks, his mind began to calm and he could think clearly and rationally again. What he did know was that it had to do with his feisty wench that kept stealing his evening wine, but he had gotten used to it. He had lessened her workload, mainly so he could take her to his bed more often. Why...why was this bloody woman so different from the rest? Why did she call to him so much?
He hated her, really he did. He hated how she smiled at him, his stomach feeling like a swarm of butterflies. He hated how the sound of her laughter melted the stress of the day away. He hated the brilliant blue depths that never held any malice, contempt, or hatred. He hated the woman that was never afraid of him, whose spirit would not yield to him, yet she obeyed every order he gave to her. He didn't understand why...why would she obey him yet not yield to him?
He needed to know just how far she was willing to go to follow his orders, but he didn't even know her name, let alone anything that he could use to apply pressure to her, but he was given quite the boon of good fortune in the form of a young boy; dark hair, pale blue eyes, and wearing the green cloak often associated to the druids. His first officer, Mister Black had stumbled across the lad during their last raid and had brought him to him.
Hook saw recognition flash through his wench's eyes with a brief flash of trepidation. She knew the boy and obviously cared for him, so he tested her. He beckoned her forward, withdrew his sword, and told her to kill the boy. For the first time...she refused. She had actually said no to him and he asked her why.
'His name is Mordred and he is my godson.'
That explained both the recognition and the trepidation. Should the boy become an orphan, she was to be his guardian...the one entrusted with his safety and happiness. He needed to know...he had to know...where did her loyalties truly lie, with her godson or with her captain? Was she like the traitorous bitch, Milah? Would she betray him like she had? He needed to know!!!
'I'm curious, wench. You have said time and again that you would obey any order I give you...that you would choose me over everything else.'
'You desire proof of my loyalty, that you are my Captain and I am your wench. Then do so...give me your orders, my Captain, and I shall obey...no matter the cost.'
There was a long, pregnant pause...a pressure building up in the air and then the Scourge of the Sea spoke the words that sealed his fate until the end of time.
'Kill him. Take my sword and murder your godson. Kill the boy you were entrusted to protect and don't let anyone stop you.'
A pain unlike anything he had ever experienced shot through his entire being as he watched the woman he thought would never break shatter right before his very eyes. All color faded from her once sparkling sapphire orbs, becoming a dull and lifeless gray. She walked towards him, his eyes widening as she took the sword from his hands. There was no hesitation, no doubt...just a soul shattering agony...as she came to a stop in front of the boy.
'Hello, Godmother.'
'Hello, Mordred. I'll make it quick, I promise.'
The Captain of the Jolly Roger could not believe what he was witnessing. She couldn't...she wouldn't...he was her godson! There was no way she would murder a child, let alone her godchild, simply because he had ordered her to? Would she? He moved closer to gain a better view, only for another crack of pain slice through his being. Her eyes were dead...he never should have ordered this. It was wrong, it was so wrong.
'I love you, Godmother.'
The boy wasn't even bothering to run. He was going to let her kill him...giving up his life as an act of proof of godmother's loyalty to her Captain. Hook watched as his wench positioned the sword so that she would cleave it completely away from the neck...with enough force, it would be a quick death. He still couldn't believe it. She won't do it, she won't do it, she won't do it!
He watched in horror as she pulled back for the swing...she wasn't going to do it. The sword swung through the air and without a single thought in his mind, every fiber of his being screaming...his right hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, stopping the blade less than a quarter of an inch from the boy's skin.
'What the bloody hell are you doing, wench?!'
'Obeying the orders of my Captain...no matter the cost.'
She released the sword to catch it with her left hand. She swung the blade around so that she could impale the boy from above. She was once again following his orders because he had said to not let anyone get in her way of killing the boy. He barely managed to catch her other wrist in time. Bloody hell, she was strong...and clever...and resourceful...and loyal to a fault. He had his answer and immediately retracted his earlier orders to kill the boy. He almost sighed in relief when the light and color began to return to her eyes. He took his sword from her and ordered her to return to the ship. She didn't make it three feet away before he called out to her.
'Aren't you forgetting something, wench? Contrary to popular belief, there is such a thing as a code of honor amongst pirates. The loyalty you have shown to your captain this day surpasses that of my entire crew combined and as such, I shall grant you a most generous boon...the boy.
Your godson is now a member of my crew, so long as he earns his keep and doesn't cause any unnecessary headaches. Even if his godmother were to be slain by any means, he will always have a home aboard the Jolly Roger. Now off you go, wait in my quarters until I return.'
The look on her face...worth it, completely worth it...her brilliant sapphires shimmering with tears of joy, glowing with a light from within, and the smile...oh that smile...in that moment, the Captain of the Jolly Roger realized that he was not as heartless as he believed himself to be. Blacker than sin and darker than a moonless night but he most definitely had one because the most impossible woman he has ever known had just stolen his black heart and he doubted that he would ever get it back...even then, he didn't want it back.
Before he could have a chance to explore this new revelation within himself, he needed to deal with his first mate...ex first mate for a second time. Black damn well knew that no member of the Jolly Roger was to slay a child or even hold a child captive to make them watch horrible acts to unfold before them. The destruction of Port Rhianna was still there and this one rule was unbreakable...why would Black go against his orders? Within moments, he had found out...the bastard had known of the connection between the boy and his wench.
Upon further questioning, Mister Black had brought the boy to act as a test, to ensure that his captain was not being conned by another woman and that he had never expected the bitch to be so fucking soulless that she would willing kill her own godchild. He had thought her to be manipulating their captain but he now firmly believed that she was truly evil and that she was going to kill Hook to become the Captain of the Jolly Roger.
The Scourge of the Sea knew that his wench and former first mate had an extreme dislike for one another, but this was just plain absurd. Did he honestly believe that his wench was capable of taking over his ship...yes, absolutely yes. The only power he had over that woman was the power she gave him. Her words, actions, and resolve this day had proven that to him, but she chose him and he honestly didn't know how to feel about that.
She was more than capable of taking over his ship but not through conspiracy or fear or even mutiny but through kindness, compassion, and honesty...a rather blunt honesty at that. She didn't need weapons or supporters...just a few kind words and passing warm smiles. She was already taking over the ship without knowing it because she had already befriended several people simply by listening. Every time she was working on deck, she would simply listen and let the crew rant, rave, ramble before ultimately smiling and saying Feel better?
There was one person in particular that his wench had latched onto and that was Mister Smee...William Smee to be precise...Liam...perhaps the wench has a sixth sense because Simeon Black has proven to be untrustworthy and she clashed most mightily against him, but when it came to the soft spoken yet always polite and attentive William Smee, she practically claimed the man as family. He decided that he was going to trust her instincts because clearly his were faulty.
'Mister Smee, you are hereby promoted to First Mate...you can thank the wench for that and as for you, Mister Black...*uses his sword to slice the other man's left hand off completely*...be grateful that you're still alive. If that boy dies so do you. *addresses the rest of the crew*
Let this serve as a warning; treachery, betrayal, and mutiny will result in a very slow, painful, and lingering death. That wench showed more courage, strength, resolve, fortitude, and honor than all of you put together! Even her own godson has stalwart and valiant heart while you lot allow yourselves to be swallowed whole by petty greed and momentary satisfaction.
Today....that changes! Pirates we may be but at least we still have our hearts...battered and broken, ripped to shreds by loss and pain, drowning in grief and regret...but they are still there! It's time for a new course, to become true pirates! To forge through the fiercest storms, to seek out treasures that no one has ever claimed! It's time to stop living in the past and start on a brand new adventure into uncharted waters, to be forever engraved in history, to rewrite the definition of piracy itself!'
His men, with the exception of a few, cheered loudly in response, fierce flames of adventure and excitement burning in their eyes but even more so in their hearts. Little did the Scourge of the Sea realize that it was this moment that ignited a light within the darkness. This light would grow stronger as it was tempered by the darkness until one day a miracle would occur and a mirror once broken would be reformed.
Hook: Enough, wench.
Artz: But, but, but...
Hook: You and I both know that the next section takes on a completely different tone from this one, so don't bother arguing and just post the damn thing. *suddenly has rotten fruit and vegetables thrown at him from two rather irritated fans*
Ren: Hey eyebrows, stop being an ass for two seconds.
Hope: More like five so she can shoot off a pm to me and Ren on Fan Fiction...feeling a bit neglected over here.
Poseidon: someone obviously didn't get the memo. Artz is practically working herself into the ground, both at work and at home.
Hook: She barely gets ready for bed before passing out like a dead weight.
Artz: You two really are assholes. They popped up here for a cameo so that their real life counterparts know that I haven't forgotten them...just burning the candle at both ends. On that note, one final image or two and Part III of Starsea will be posted! Catch ya on the flip side, dearies!
Anna: *pops up briefly once everyone had left* In case she has forgotten to tell you, all images within the blog belong to their respective owners and affiliates. She is not making money from this in any way. She's just trying to find pictures that resemble what's in her head. Trust me, everything thus far pales in comparison to what is actually in her mind. *notices her manager and quickly shoves her phone away while ducking out from the article.*
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