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Love on the Atlantic By Gabbie and Alex |
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The year was 1769. Pirates roamed the open ocean and they left no country undisturbed. But there was one captain that was known by all and feared by many. Her name was Captain Ellie Reed, and her ship was almost as famous. She had the most burly, most devious, most cantankerously pirateous crew on the seven seas. But she also had someone else, the most handsome and most loyal first mate a girl could ask for. He had sworn his life to her on many occasions; he had risked his life for her and helped her out when she needed it most. He was Anthony Drake, the finest pirate in all the land, and he was her first mate.
Even if Miss Ellie was feared and infamous amongst the seas, she was still a girl; a young girl in fact, of only 18 years of age. She was ditzy, got her crew lost on more than one occasion, and was constantly fussing with the feather on her hat which bothered her and tickled her constantly. Ellie was not really the hard as the stone pirate lass she was named to be, those were mostly just tales, mostly. She was also vulnerable to emotions and feelings and all sorts of nonsensical things a pirate captain should not have to meddle with, so she kept them to herself.
She would often catch herself taking glances at her first mate, her eyes peeking at his handsome face and body, her face dropping as she thought for a moment, before shaking her head and returning to whatever she was currently breaking or scribbling in the Captain's Log.
Her Log was very important to her, mostly because she didn't use it for just logging the ships travels, it was her diary, where she wrote her deepest fears, yes, she did fear and longings and feelings she felt, especially for Anthony. It was well known amongst the crew that if anyone was to read said Log, they would suffer various indescribable punishments, ultimately resulting in either death or walking the plank with Ellie herself as a guide to the depths of Davy Jones' Locker.
Ellie was tormented by what she should do. She knew that if she kept her feelings shelled up inside for too much longer, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything but that. She would lose her way more than she did, and she would be distant from everything she had to attend to. Her crew would lose faith in her and they would abandon her. There was only one thing she could do. To write more! She gave herself a morbid little smile and scribbled a bit more.
"Ma'am, you look troubled, what can I do for you?" A husky voice filled her ears and caught her attention. Then suddenly she remembered where she was, she was on her ship, in the middle of a wave-less ocean, on a starless, chilly night. There was not another boat in sight and the rest of the crew was resting below deck, besides the Crow's Nest member, Blackbeard, who was perked lazily above the masts.
"Oh... no... I'm just thinking." Ellie replied before shutting the Log and setting it down on the little table to her side. She turned around and looked at the owner of the husky voice, who was indeed Anthony. Her voice caught slightly, "Yeppers, just thinking."
"I see, captain. Should I give orders for anything?" Anthony asked, his posture formal and down-to-business. This was one thing Ellie could always count on him for, being on top of things and always business-like. He wasn't casual and took his just extremely seriously, as if aiding her was the most important thing in the world.
She shook her head, "No. There isn't anything to give orders for, no wind, no waves, nothing to pillage. You can just do what you want." She waved her hand lazily and smiled. Anthony nodded before leaning against a mast, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze intently set on his captain. She wasn't just his captain, but his best friend and confidant. Without her he would have no purpose, he lived to help her guide her ship, he lived to be with her. Many times before he had told her he would go to Hell and back, just for her. Which she of course took into terms of business. Besides, without him she'd end up at the bottom of the ocean, tied to an anchor, for Ellie had a lot of enemies. That, or she could find her way into a state of permanent lostness, the rest of the crew as well. She was good at getting them lost.
He watched as she spun around in the moonlight, a small quizzical look crossing his face.
"Ne," She looked over at him, "You don't have to be so serious, you can go to your quarters if you want. You should rest."
"If you want me to be casual, all you have to do is tell me, ma'am." He responded, leaning his head against the mast. Ellie's emerald eyes narrowed slightly at his response. She hated ordering him around. Normally she got kicks from screaming at the deckhands to clean things up and mop and all sorts of menial tasks, but he was different. To her, he was her equal, not just a first mate. He was like another captain to her. Indeed. She felt he would make a much better captain than herself; she could barely even defend herself when the times called for it and he was a skilled swordsman, gunman and strategist. All she did was sit pretty and order people around. Scowling slightly she turned away from him.
"Then be casual, sir." Ellie frowned and tapped her fingers on the railing of the desk.
"If I am, then you're going to be, captain." Anthony interjected, sensing her, was it discomfort? No… hesitancy... something he was not used to getting from her. Her scowl didn't fade as she kept her eyes pinned on the water. He shook his head and moved off the mast to join her at the rail. Looking over his shoulder first, he leaned his arms on the rail and looked at her intently.
His brown eyes passed over the pale skin of her collarbone, just barely peeking out among the jacket and blouse she wore, which fit her scrawny body perfectly. They traveled to her delicate, pouty lips, and across her pixie features. She was certainly something, and obviously he wasn't the only one who noticed. Anthony swore to himself that the next time he saw a crew member make a grab for her; he was going to make sure they didn't have anything to touch with her ever again. She was legendary for her beauty as well as her piracy. He was glad that her ebony-haired covered head was good for more than just looking good, she was quite a brilliant woman.
"Ellie," He spoke quietly, making sure no other crew member could hear him, "you're the one who needs rest, and you haven't sleep well for days. Go to your quarters, I'll keep watch."
"You don't understand, do you?" Ellie replied quietly, splaying a hand across her face, "You should get a life that doesn't revolve around me." With that, she walked away briskly, her rings and necklaces jingling, her boots ticking quietly on the wooden deck. She drew in a pained breath as she walked away, and turned to go into her quarters, leaving a bewildered and hurt Anthony behind.
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Benni Jean · Thu Feb 08, 2007 @ 09:40pm · 3 Comments |
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