Much thanks Tepcat! I'm going to be posting more of the story, on this thread, so if you want to read more, go ahead. However, it is a bit boring the first little bit, because we already know everything, but if you're interested....
Haha, anyway mates, if you read my blog, you've probably seen this story over there. I just went back to post my latest chapter, but it wast too long, so I've reverted back to posting here. I'll get chapters out when I can, so maybe once a week or so. However, the creativity is hitting me hard right now, so who knows? Anyway, continuing from her beginning.....
Her Exploration
The cannons went off again, and the newly formed Kat quickly followed the famed pirate Jack Sparrow out of the grimy cell. She now recognized the face from papers she had read in England. “It’s was the face of a criminal, of a dead man, of a no-good rotten pirate,” people had said. At the moment, she forgot all about those stories in light of the deed he had just done for her. This man had saved her, and she was now in his debt. Of course, being in debt to Jack Sparrow is not a good thing.
Before she could thank him, Jack ran off to fight his own battles, leaving Kat to make her way down a short, unfamiliar path to a small tavern where she found people hiding from the cannon fire. Reluctantly, they gave her a small sea chest for her personal belongings. Apparently, they owed favors to Sparrow as well, which made Kat uneasy for a moment when she heard the woman say that this was the last favor she was ever doing for him.
Kat took the small sea chest in her hands gingerly. This held the only items she had now. All it had was a small map of the seas and a yellow paged, leather bound journal. These things looked very used, not at all what Kat was used to, growing up with brand new things whenever she saw fit. However, now she couldn’t complain. She was lucky she had anything at this point. Kat put the chest in a pocket of her dress and dashed outside at the insistence of the tavern owners. They said they had done their duty to Jack, and she didn’t have to stay a moment longer.
Not sure where to go now, Kat headed further down the path with her new chest tucked safely away in her dress. The cannon fire seemed to be getting even louder, so she hopped into the nearest building. She pressed her back against the door as if it would keep the villains outside. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings. The building she had recklessly run into was a warehouse of some sort. The building creaked and groaned on its legs as she walked cautiously into the center of the room.
Suddenly, there was a sound of metal against metal as a sword was drawn behind her back. A male voice came from behind her, warning her not to move or face death. Kat stiffened immediately, faced with her first life or death encounter. She felt the sword tip move from behind her back, and she relaxed enough to slowly turn around and face her attacker. The man looked at her in surprise and sheathed his sword. He offered his apologies and gave her the warning about an undead army led by a man called Jolly Roger.
Jolly Roger? The man on the pirate flags? The legend? It couldn’t be possible. She had overheard stories about an eerie presence in the Caribbean from Navy friends of her husband’s that had come back. However, she had always thought they were tall tales made up to scare other Navy away from the Caribbean, where all the assignments of grandeur and catching pirates were. Surely there wasn’t any truth to the stores…
She was brought out of her reverie by the man tossing a sword in her direction. Kat held the rusty piece of metal carefully, cautious of cutting herself on the sharp edge. The man noticed her hesitation. There were some straw stuffed scarecrows with targets on them that he pointed her to. He gave her a quick run through on how to hold the sword and how to move it in a way that wouldn’t cut her. After the first few swings, Kat’s arms began to feel very heavy and her head started spinning. What had happened to her life? Only a few hours ago (was it really a few hours ago?), she was sitting below deck of a marvelous sloop headed for Port Royal with her husband. She didn’t have to worry about carrying a sword or escaping cannon fire. Then, with one simple decision, everything about her life had changed.
The sword clanked to the ground as she it fell from her tired hands. The yet unnamed man rushed to her side as she fell to her knees and cradled her head in her hands. She wasn’t crying, but the shock of the situation seemed to have finally reached her. Nothing about this seemed real. He quickly picked her up off the ground and set her limp body on a box.
“I know this is a lot to take in, but you have to be strong,” he told her. “If you can’t survive handling a cutlass, you can’t defend yourself against the evils that await you in the Caribbean.” He picked the cutlass off the ground and handed it to her with a sheath. “Now take this and attack that dummy again.
Kat picked up the cutlass, weighing it in her hand, before standing up and attacking the doll with all she had. This was her life now. This was how she had to live. She hacked at the dummy, imagining her husband in its place. This doll was the object of her abandonment. She attacked it with a vengeance before finally knocking it onto the ground.
She walked back to the man, breathing heavily. He congratulated her on her skills for one that had never picked a cutlass up before. As he smiled at her, but as he did so, a green mist came up from the floor behind him. He saw her scared face and looked behind him where undead skeletons were forming. Quickly, he pushed her out of the building, telling her that she didn’t need to worry about herself, for it was him they were after. After Kat ran out of the building, she heard swords clanging and clashing with each other behind the closed doors.
Kat had a mind to go in and help the kind stranger, but she knew it would be no good. It was likely she would only get in the way with her measly skills. She had felt the raw power behind the sword when it had been held to her back, and she knew that he would be ok. Before she could give it another thought, she ran down the hillside to a waiting ship, not noticing that the cannons had stopped.
Yes, we all know this part of the story, but I'm seeing it as a necessary filler before we get to the good stuff. Next chapter will be more of the same, but I ask that you stay on. I have a whole, big story planned out that I hope you'll enjoy that is NOT all about what we know in the game. In fact, since I've never gotten past Hendry Cutts, I can't tell that story, so it's guaranteed it won't be the same. Anyway, questions, comments, concerns, things that make you nervous? Constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading mates!
-Kat Crestshot
Edit: Disclaimer: I do not own the story or any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean Online. This story is merely for fun and an outlet for my imagination. Thank you.